Break Me (Shattered)

by Jo-Anna Walker

  He chuckled. "Do we need to put a label on it?"

  I frowned. I wanted to. I wanted to know where this thing with us was going. Maybe it was just sex for him, but for me it was becoming more. "Well, no but..."

  He grabbed my chin and placed a soft kiss on my lips and then my nose. "Little one, there's no one else I want. Not anymore. Does that answer your question?"

  My heart swelled. "Yes, but we…we need to talk…about…”

  Running a hand over my side, he pulled me back against him, intertwining his legs with mine. “I know, but not right now. I want to enjoy this moment with you, little one.”

  “Okay, but Jose said…”

  “Little one, please do not ruin this moment by mentioning that fucker’s name,” Sebastian said, his voice turning cold.

  “I’m sorry, but there’s just something I need to tell you.” I tried pleading.

  Grabbing my chin again, he turned my head toward his and stared into my eyes intently. His face was cast in dark moonlight but I could see the still-lingering emotional turmoil written in his expression, and it broke my heart. A moment later, he placed a soft kiss on my lips, and I turned back around. He pulled me toward him and kissed my shoulder. “Go to sleep, little one.”

  I sighed and closed my eyes, my I love you going unsaid. I then fell asleep to the rhythmic beat of his heart.

  ***

  I opened my eyes a couple of hours later to the sun shining in my apartment. Warmth spread through me when I realized that Sebastian was still lying beside me. My thoughts went back to last night. My muscles ached from being well used.

  I could feel his walls breaking down and that he was slowly letting me in. I didn’t know much about the man, but I did know that he was very secretive. We never talked, really. It was mostly physical between us, but I knew that I was falling in love with him in spite of that.

  Maybe it was the physical attraction I felt toward him that I was in love with. I wasn’t sure, but either way I knew that I felt something strong for him.

  Every time we were out, he had to be touching me in some way, especially if we were around Brett or Jose. He seemed territorial…possessive even, but I loved it. Craved it. It let me know that no matter who was around, I was his and only his. Was I his only though? He was gorgeous. He could get any woman he wanted, and yet there he was with me.

  I didn’t expect him to be on the same emotional level as me, but I think I wanted to pursue this relationship or whatever it was that we had further with him. He said he wanted no one else, but what did that mean exactly? I was the only one for him? I guessed that was a start at least. I knew we eventually had to talk about this, but right now, I would savor this moment.

  His breathing was deep and even while he continued to sleep.

  I ran my fingers over his arm that was under my head. He had a lot of tattoos, but the one that stood out the most was amore written in beautiful cursive on his inner wrist. What made him get love in Italian tattooed to his skin? Was it for a woman? I swallowed past the twinge of jealousy that rose in me and turned onto my back.

  I rubbed a hand over the arm that was still around me. His skin was darker than mine, and it made my pale flesh look whiter. I traced some of the intricate designs of his tattoos as I smoothed a hand over his broad shoulder.

  Turning back onto my side, I snuggled into him and gasped when I felt his cock press against my ass. My pussy throbbed, waking up with desire for him. Pushing into him, I moaned as his cock hardened against me.

  A deep chuckle vibrated through me, and I stopped, turning my head, my cheeks heating. He was looking at me with intense, dark eyes filled with hunger and lust. His lips turned up into a smirk. “Do you like waking up to my cock against your ass?” His deep voice was gravelly, and it made my heart skip a beat.

  My mouth parted and my body awoke at his question. “Yes.”

  “Good.” His arm pulled me tight against him, turning me in the process so my back was to his chest. He moved his other arm out from under my neck and swiped the hair off my nape.

  I closed my eyes as he placed hot, wet kisses on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I whimpered when he lightly bit my shoulder. “Like that too, do we?”

  I sighed, arching under him. “A little pain never hurt anyone.”

  He laughed. “That’s my girl.”

  My heart swelled at him calling me his girl.

  His other hand roamed down my body, stopping at my nipple. The pad of his thumb brushed over it, sending jolts to my groin. Moving his hand down farther, he lifted my leg, and I gasped when I felt him sink into my slick opening. He grunted. “Always wet for me, little one.”

  I moaned in response. Now this was the way to wake up in the morning, and it was way better than coffee.

  Kissing my neck and moving his lips to my shoulder, he drove in and out of me slowly. It wasn’t intense like it usually was, but it was just as passionate. Teeth grazed my skin, sending sharp jolts of electricity through my body. He moved his hips slowly, sending shivers down my body with each thrust.

  Tingles spread over my skin as an orgasm exploded from inside me. I cried out as Sebastian sped up his hips, increasing my orgasm. I clenched around him, igniting his own release.

  “Fuck,” he growled. As he slowed his movements, riding out the waves of his orgasm, a phone rang. Placing one last kiss on my shoulder, he removed himself from me and moved to the end of the bed. Grumbling, he grabbed his jeans.

  I sat up and wrapped the blanket around me. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I sat beside him and ran my hands up and down his smooth, hard back.

  “This better be a fucking emergency,” he snapped. He waited a moment and looked at me, placing his hand on my thigh. “No, I’m not alone.”

  I placed my leg on his lap and leaned against his arm, wrapping my hands around his big bicep.

  He turned back around, listening to whoever had called him. I kind of had a feeling I knew who it was. “That’s none of your fucking business,” he bit out. “Why should I tell you who I’m with?”

  I raised an eyebrow. Okay, obviously whoever was on the phone was starting to piss him off.

  “Yes, I’m with a woman.”

  I frowned, running my hand up to his neck, spreading my fingers through his hair. His eyes closed and his breath caught when I lightly tugged on the soft strands at his nape. He turned to me and raised an eyebrow. I giggled, tugging again.

  Keeping his eyes on me, a hint of mischief flashed over his features. He lifted his hand and moved it under the covers.

  I gasped when I felt his fingers reach my core and moaned when he stroked my still-sensitive clit. Leaning my head against his shoulder, I cried out as his fingers flicked the hardening nub.

  He went back to talking to whoever was on the phone while continuing to bring me over the edge.

  I didn’t know how he was able to carry on a conversation at that point. Moving my hips against his hand, I shuddered when his finger entered me.

  Turning to me, he held the phone away from his ear. Eyes blazing, he said quietly, “Ride my finger, little one. I want to feel you come against my hand again.”

  Moving to my knees, I did as he demanded.

  He replaced his finger with two and thrust in me as I moved against his hand. Letting my head fall back on my neck, I bit my lip as fire exploded from my core. “Sebastian.”

  He slowed his movements down, and I whimpered. His jaw tightened. “We are partners. You don’t fucking tell me what to do… I’ll be there when I get there… Who’s the one that started this fucking business? Me, and don’t you fucking forget it.”

  He flipped the phone closed and threw it on his pile of clothes. Turning to me, his eyes dark with hunger, he yanked the blanket off me. He rose and pushed me back on the bed.

  I arched my hips as his fingers moved faster again. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”

  I shook and quaked against his hand, crying out his name as another orgasm exploded from inside
me.

  “Now, I want to taste you.”

  “Oh God.” I moaned.

  He rose above me on all fours and kissed me hard, moving from my mouth to my jaw, down my neck, and between my breasts. As he went lower, I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled when he reached my clit. He lightly ran his tongue over the pulsing nub.

  My eyes rolled back in my head and I gasped as a finger entered me. “Oh…Sebastian.” I grabbed his hair as his fingers started moving faster, thrusting hard into me. I cried out as my muscles spasm, another orgasm spreading from inside.

  He slowed his fingers down and licked my clit, making me jump, but the buildup to my release simmered.

  I groaned. Speeding up his fingers again, I cried out as he brought me to the edge and then slowed down again. “Sebastian, please…”

  He chuckled against my mound and then lifted his head. My stomach flip-flopped when he licked his lips and moaned. “God, you fucking taste good.”

  His tongue gave a long lick over my core, and I shuddered under his mouth. “Sweet like honey.”

  I moaned and bucked under him as his tongue continued to tease me but not give me the release that my body desired. “Please, oh God. I can’t take it anymore.”

  “What do you want, little one?” His voice was hoarse from lust as his gaze bored into mine.

  Panting, a sheen of sweat coating my skin, I groaned in frustration. “Please, let me come.”

  Grinning, he sped up his fingers and covered my clit with his mouth, sucking and pulling me into euphoria. His tongue rubbed hard against my clit as he sucked it in between his lips.

  I felt burning from my center as my muscles contracted and started to shake against him, raising my pelvis against his mouth.

  Another orgasm exploded from inside, and I screamed, my body shattering from pure ecstasy. His name bounced off the walls as my body shook under him. Before the shocks of my orgasm receded, he had replaced his fingers with his cock, filling me completely.

  I cried out as he thrust in me, igniting another orgasm from my core.

  He placed a hard kiss on my lips. “God, little one.” He groaned, continuing to move in me.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him into me. I panted, running my hands down his back, scratching him with my nails.

  He thrust his cock hard in me, pounding into me with everything in him. His body shuddered against me as he shook through his own orgasm bringing on another release of my own. Covering my body with his, he rested his head in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

  “Sebastian?”

  He ran a hand down my arm, taking deep breaths. “I just…I need a second.”

  I giggled, wrapping my legs tighter around him. He fit perfectly against me, and it was comfortable…familiar. Running a hand down his sweat-slicked back, I smiled as he shivered. “Little one.”

  “Hmm?”

  “I don’t know how to say this.” He cleared his throat a couple of times.

  My heart sped up. Sebastian was at a loss for words?

  “From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you.” He rose above me and moved my damp hair off my forehead. His dark eyes swam with heated affection. “I needed to have you. I was drawn to you, baby.”

  I ran my thumb across his lips. Him admitting his feelings for me, even if it was just the physical attraction he was talking about, raised hope in me that maybe someday he could fall in love with me. “I know that feeling.”

  He leaned down and kissed me, lightly grazing his fingers down my cheek.

  “Sebastian,” I whispered.

  “I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a drug, and I think I’m addicted,” he admitted.

  I smiled, my heart thundering against my chest. “Well, I think I feel the same way.”

  “Yeah?” A sexy grin spread across his face.

  I giggled. “Oh, yeah.”

  “What are you addicted to most?” His hips slowly moved against me, and I shivered.

  “Hmm…” I tapped my chin, pretending to think about it. “I know. Your body.”

  His eyebrow rose playfully. “Seriously?”

  I laughed. “No, of course not. I’m addicted to all of you, baby.”

  He stopped moving and the playfulness left his eyes. Cupping my face in his palm, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Little one, I think I’m…” The phone rang again, and Sebastian tensed. “Shit.” He rose from me and reached for his phone but not before placing a kiss on my lips. “What the fuck do you want now?”

  I sighed. Would he have told me that he was falling in love with me? No, Sebastian Chelios didn’t commit. But maybe Jose was wrong after all.

  “Jose.”

  Lovely.

  His shoulders tensed. “Yeah, I’m on my fucking way.”

  I sat up, leaning on my arms. “What were you going to say before we got rudely interrupted again?”

  Sebastian ran a hand over his hair and down his face. Sighing, he turned to me. He rose from the bed and walked over to me. Grabbing my chin, he placed a hard kiss on my lips. “I have to go, but we’ll talk later.”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  “We should also do that every time I talk to him. It would make dealing with that asshole a whole hell of a lot easier.”

  I smiled. “Is there anything else I can do?”

  He looked at me while putting on his jeans and thought a moment. Pulling his shirt over his head, he took a step towards me. Leaning down, he cupped my cheek in his hand, thumb rubbing my bottom lip. “Yeah, there is something you can do, actually.”

  I leaned into his palm and closed my eyes. “Name it,” I whispered.

  “Stay the fuck away from Jose.”

  Chapter 16

  A couple of hours after Sebastian left my apartment, I went for a walk. I strode into the coffee shop a little while later. It being the weekend, the place was busier than usual.

  I couldn’t get Sebastian’s warning out of my head, and it set my nerves on edge. Would Jose really hurt me, or was he just being an ass? I didn’t trust the guy and clearly neither did Sebastian.

  Walking up to the counter, I ordered my latte. “Hey, is Keisha working today?” I asked the barista. I hadn’t talked to her in a couple of days, so I didn’t know what her weekend schedule was.

  “Yup, she’s on break. I’ll tell her you’re here. You’re Tori, right?”

  I smiled and nodded. After thanking her, I walked to my usual spot by the window and sat down. Looking outside, I got lost in my thoughts. Was Sebastian worried about me? Did he think Jose would hurt me? I wasn’t sure, and I really wanted to ask Sebastian, but at the same time I didn’t know if I wanted to hear the answer, just in case.

  “Hey.”

  I turned at the sound of Keisha’s voice as she sat down across from me. “Hi.”

  She frowned. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, why?”

  “I know you, and I can tell when something is wrong. You also wear all of your emotions on your face.”

  Awesome. I took a sip of my latte, and I sighed. “Well, let’s see. Where do I begin?”

  Keisha leaned back. “Have you seen Sebastian lately?”

  “Um…why?” My cheeks heated. Was it obvious that I had seen him? Was there a sign above my head saying that I just had the best sex of my life a couple of hours before with a man who had so many secrets my head spun?

  “You have, haven’t you?” Her eyes narrowed.

  “Yes, I’ve seen him.” I wasn’t going to deny it. It wasn’t like I was ashamed of it. Whatever happened between Sebastian and I was our business, no one else’s.

  “Have you been seeing him regularly?”

  “Well, whenever I can I guess. Why?”

  She sighed, chewing her bottom lip. “We worry about you.”

  My eyebrow rose. “We or Brett?”

  “Well both of us but Brett mostly. He may be an ass, but he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

  I laughed once.
The way he treated me made it very hard to believe that he actually cared about me. He was jealous, but there was nothing that I could do about that. “Yeah, okay.”

  She frowned and rolled her eyes.

  I appreciated that they worried, but they didn’t need to be, not when it came to Sebastian. Now Jose…God, just thinking about him made my stomach clench with uneasiness.

  “Tori.”

  “Hmm? Oh, sorry, what?”

  “I asked you if you’ve seen Jose.”

  I swallowed. “No, but Sebastian spoke with him this morning.” Before she could mention the fact that he spent the night with me, I continued. “Jose called him, and I could tell Sebastian wasn’t happy. I don’t know what he said to him, but Sebastian ended up hanging up on him. He also told me to stay away from him.” I thought a moment. “He spoke with someone else too, but I don’t know who that person was. He wouldn’t tell me.”

  “Well, at least Sebastian and I agree on something,” she mumbled.

  “You don’t like Sebastian, do you?” I asked quietly.

  She sighed. “I never said that. I just don’t know if I trust him, but if you like him, I’ll try. Brett definitely cannot stand him. I really have no fucking idea what’s going on there though.”

  “I don’t know why either. Something is definitely up with those three, but I still think that Brett knows more then he lets on.”

  “Tori.”

  “I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel.” I knew Sebastian and Jose worked together but where Brett fit in, I wasn’t sure. He obviously knew them, but I didn’t know how.

  “I know, but just drop it, please.”

  I looked at her and saw the pleading in her eyes. “Okay. I’ll drop it.”

  “I don’t know Sebastian personally enough to say that I don’t like him, but because Brett doesn’t like him, I guess I’m biased. I do see the way your eyes light up whenever his name is mentioned, so I know that you care for him deeply. I just don’t trust him.”

  I leaned my elbow on the table and placed my head in my hand. “I know. I texted Sebastian last night, asking him to call me because I was concerned that something had happened. I was starting to miss him. I had no idea he would come over.” Okay, maybe I did, but I didn’t need to confess everything at that moment.