BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3) (6 page)

Clarissa’s look could have gouged his eyes out.

Reluctantly, his freak army departed.

Thorn ripped off a section of white sheet and tied it bandanna style around his bleeding nose.

He sat beside me on the bed, addressing Clarissa with a faint smile.
 
“You are here to instruct my Enchantress in the ways of her magic. She almost got us killed. We are at war.
 
I know you hate me, but think of Elena.”
“Actually
 
I hate her too,” she admitted.

I laughed. I couldn’t help myself.

“If you wish to live witch you will help my Elena!” Thorn thundered. His dark green eyes were wet with hateful acid.
 

Holy shit. Intense response much?

Clarissa bobbed her head deferentially. “I will help her,” she reassured in a soft, soothing tone. “Calm your prick.”

Thorn adjusted himself again, blinking rapidly. “I don’t think,” he muttered, “this thing can ever be calm with my Enchantress around.”

Even Aaron laughed at this.

“What would you have me help her with?” Clarissa demanded, pushing her pearl white blonde hair out of her face. She fastened it into a business like bun atop of her head.
 

“She enchants my appendage at will,” Thorn sighed, raking a hand through his black hair. “I don’t want to stop her from this. It’s just the last time she did she almost got us killed. I need you to help her understand when she is doing this to me.”

Clarissa looked stunned at his request. “Um, you
do
realize if I teach her this, the power she will have over you? You realize what you ask?”

“I just want us to be
safe
,” Thorn said in a soft pleading tone. “We are not if she doesn’t realize when she uses her powers against my cock.”

Clarissa was shaking her head looking utterly confused. “Wait.
What?
You are simply asking me to make her aware when her enchantress mojo juice engages? Nothing further, like I dunno, she only engages at your will?”

Thorn shook his head. “If I wanted someone screaming in excitement over everything and no work to even remotely
impress
then yes, but where is the fun in that?
 
I want what I want. And what I want is a powerful
woman.
 
I am
man
enough for a fucking powerful pussy. I want Elena’s of its own free will. Now, tell me
witch
, will you help my Elena?”

I looked down at my hands that were gripped together almost in prayer position. I let them fall by my sides. Holy hell. This man….
 

Are you for real?
 

Shit!
 

Clarissa looked as shocked as I felt. “All right,” she said slowly. “But you may not like the side effects.”

Thorn laughed bitterly as he strode toward the door. He shoved into Aaron, sending him to his ass. “To the contrary. All my,” he flicked his hips. His boner obscenely vulgar. “Immensity, looks forward to it.”

Six

“That man loves you,” Clarissa muttered when Thorn had left.
 

She looked deeply, irretrievably disturbed at that realization.
 

Aaron pushed past her and pulled me into his arms. “Oh my God. It’s really
you
bitch! You were fucking playing with all this wanting Thornton bullshit?”

I nodded, swallowing nervously. “Yes, Brett and I staged that interaction.
 
I set it up with him earlier.”
“You are
clearly
a fucking genius,” my best friend sighed happily. “I am so sorry I ever doubted you. Consider the domestic violence posters cancelled.”

I was almost crying in laugher.

Clarissa stared at me hard. “Now that he is gone. What do you want me to actually help you with Elena? What do you really want me to do?”

“He is right, I did almost get us killed,” I groaned, head in my hands. “I would like to know when I am using my powers and when I am not, at the very least!”

She nodded. “That man has given you a crazy amount of power over him Elena. Please when I give you this awareness. Use it for good.”

I licked my lips. “Oh yes,” I breathed. “Rest assured, I fully intend to.”

After most of the day with Clarissa I was feeling emotionally toxic and drained of humor and hope.
 
Responsibility came with
awareness.
I was experiencing a lethargy of the soul now that I was aware of when my energies and powers influenced or impacted others. No matter how subtle its effects. I was convinced, for now, this was hell.
 

Sammy, Thorn’s quality technician, had momentarily stolen Aaron from us. He was excited to show Aaron some gear from the band’s appearance at the Depreche Mode Bar later that night. I was happy to hear we were going out. Well, to be fair, I hadn’t yet established if this included me. When I had relayed this to Clarissa she had snorted in derision and said, “with your new found awareness you own that man’s cock. If you want to go, you know exactly what to do.”

Clarissa and I had been walking around the strange English style gardens that encircled the hotel (and coming back giddy and aroused from the sensory assault that were all of those damned roses). Upon our return, I discovered Thorn had laid out my outfit for Cellrager’s appearance. I snatched up the little note he had left atop of it, and blushed.

Be warned, wearing this dress will REALLY please a prick. I will be pleased so HARD I might ask you to do something about it, Thorn xo.
 

It was a white strapless mini dress with a heart shaped neckline. A ridiculous amount of sparkling actual fucking crystal jewellry alongside of it. Silver heels with crystal detailing.
 

It was exquisite.
 

 
“I am sorry,’ Clarissa huffed out eventually when we both had started getting ready for our night out.

“For what?” my gaze slid to hers in the mirror.

She smiled faintly. “I am sorry I didn’t get to the pier in time Elena. I’m a hopeless time optimist. I always underestimate the amount of time I have to do fucking anything. When I got there I saw Aaron going insane on the deck with his pants half down and Thornton’s luxurious boat speeding away from us.”

I tried not to laugh at that description. My best buddy was supposed to be keeping an eye on me that crazy evening. I got attacked by a warlock on the pier. He had instead, been distracted by the member of a member of the male erotic dancing outfit,
Licked Forever.
 

“You’re here now,” I said softly. I was grateful. I think I loved this woman. I hadn’t had a lot of women show me kindness. Clarissa had.

“I admire your game against Thornton Darko Elena, but please babe,
Do
be careful! You are so … affected by this man. I see it.”

“She is isn’t she?” Aaron’s voice intruded upon our girl talk.

He slid onto the black marble bench top with a bucket of ice and some expensive vodka nestled within.
 

“The glasses?’ I asked impatiently. I wanted a drink, yesterday!
 

“Excuse me, excuse me,” a tall slight lady wearing a black masquerade mask hurried into the room and left a tray of glasses.
 

She nodded at me deferentially, gaze downcast and mumbled something on the way out. I almost didn’t hear it.
 
I wished I hadn’t.

 
‘Witch must die.’

Unease rippled through me. How safe was I here with his freak army?
Really?

I sucked back the vodka Aaron poured me too quickly.
 

“Seriously?” I squeaked. “Did you guys hear what that freak said?”

Aaron and Clarissa exchanged a look and shrugged, looking dumbfounded.

“No.”

“Something about killing me.”

Clarissa helped herself to some vodka. She pulled absently at the hemline of her black long sleeved spray painted dress.
 
Her bright blonde hair was twisted to the side in a long sweep of a pony tail. She looked very glamorous. Her pouty wine colored lips twisted into a wry smile as her gaze lifted to mine. “Perhaps you shouldn’t call them freaks Elena.
 
It sounds like you might officially rule over them soon.”

I stared at her alarmed. “Hell no.”

“I heard Thorn talking about it before he brought us up to see you. Sounds like he has something big planned.
 
He said he feels you are almost ready. Do you remember what he said Aaron?”
 

“Yeah,” he snapped, sounding irritated. “Elena will finally be mine.”

Not that shit again! That’s it! I
needed
this man to start explaining himself to me.

 
Yesterday.

No more escape. Just that big sexy mouth and its scary as fuck truths.
 

“Can you help me with something else?” I asked Clarissa.

She licked her lips after taking an indulgent sip of vodka. “Of course.”
“How do I get him to tell me the truth?” I moaned. “Can I enchant it out of him somehow? I have less than 24 hours before Brett and his military muscle get here. I need to find out what the fuck is going on. Particularly,” I yanked at the delicate raven necklace, “the full deal on this. He is giving me nothing.”

Clarissa frowned. “I think it’s something animal based, primal, and sexual. Has he resisted something? Anything
 
sexual with you?”

I scrunched my brow, considering
hard.
The only thing I remembered of resistance was his violent recoil when I had tried to lick his cock during the craziness of the attack on us in that field. I remembered the taste of salt, sugar and power. My lips wrapped around its swollen wet tip. He had yelled angrily and pushed me away from him. Then again, that didn’t seem strange because I had almost gotten us killed in my unwitting enchantment of his cock. Of course the man would act thus.
 

“I don’t know,” I muttered after my reflection. “But what if getting the truth out of
that
mouth includes him fucking me forcibly in the anus? I am not having that monstrous
thing
any where near my cute freckle!”
 

Clarissa choked on the vodka.

“What the actual fuck?”
 

Thorn was leaning against the doorway in full Cellrager get up. The usual head to toe black. The black and white mask with its dramatic hollowed narrowed eyes from which he stared out at me aghast.
 
“Elena what the hell are you talking about?,” he slurred.

He sounded drunk.
 

Shit.
 

Why
was he drunk? I panicked.
 

“Every one out!” he yelled moving to the side allowing Aaron and Clarissa to pass. “Elena will meet you all in the Bar shortly. I need some lonely time with my Enchantress.”
 

“Oh,
shit
” I nearly whimpered, as Clarissa rushed past me.

Aaron slid off the bench top, and folded his arms as he came to stand beside me. “I am not going anywhere fuck weed. Have you
smelt
you? You reek of vodka. You’re clearly unstable. I am not leaving my best friend alone with your madness.”

Thorn snarled behind the mask.
 

He staggered forth, gloved hands outstretched. “I ought to rip out your tongue!
 
It never says anything remotely useful.” he roared.
 

Holy hell.

The man was seriously unhinged.

Scary.

Again,
why
was he drunk?

This wasn’t like him. Well, at least not when I was
with
him. When I wasn’t, I shivered. Yeah, well he tended to lose his shit.
 

Was it a side effect of his new fucked diet of hearts?

“Have you seen yourself lately Thornton?” Aaron smirked as the man staggered unsteadily. He gripped the basin for support. I saw his dark wet frenzied gaze lift to the mirror at Aaron’s invitation.
 

“Becoming a habit to get wasted yeah? Too many shows now I’ve seen you off your fucking face. You and Cellrager are going down. Congratulations.”

“Aaron!” I protested angrily.
 

His nasty wasn’t helping this situation.
 

“Thorn?” Voices outside the bathroom door. Jacob and Sammy burst into the room and started pulling him away from us.
 

Thorn let them.
 

“He took a walk in the garden. When he came back he was like this!” Jacob grunted rolling his shoulders in a helpless shrug.
Thorn said nothing to this.

He continued to stare at me.

The intense sorrow in the mans gaze punched my heart out.
 

Aaron’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and squeezed.
 

“Bob’s been unwell this morning.” Sammy’s brown eyes narrowed on me. “We had to get the medic’s here. I think Thorn was trying to,” he dipped his head, clearly uncomfortable with the lead of the band’s magical persuasions, “
help
him.”

“I am not enough,” Thorn mumbled thickly. “Dad is going to fucking
die
because I am not
enough.
 
There is only one person who can help me.
Please
,” he begged brokenly, his tortured gaze slid to the tips of black boots. “I will not crawl to that man for help.”

Sammy sighed, giving Thorn an affectionate slap on the back.
 
“You wont have to ask that mother fucker for help Thorn. You know how much that dude fucked you up. Not even nearly worth it. You’ll figure out a way. You always do.”
 

“Can I have a moment with Thorn alone?” I asked.

Aaron’s grip on me tightened. “El, fuck
no
!”

Sammy and Jacob exchanged a look, but nodded in agreement.
 

“We’ll stay close, Aaron,” Sammy motioned for him to retreat from the bathroom.
 

“He can be unpredictable at the best of times. Drunk, it’s fucking mayhem,” Sammy warned.