Perfectly Broken (4 page)

But her excitement barely waned. Before she had
fully relaxed from the powerful orgasm, Susanna sat up. Leaning
back on her knees, she pulled Tomas up to get access to his cock.
His desperate hope that she would touch it was thwarted.

Instead, she began to kiss him all over.
Delicately, she placed her lips on his neck, her kiss searing his
skin. Then she worked her way up his jaw, to his ears, and then
down to his shoulders. Every touch of her lips to his skin was
unadulterated torture.

If she didn’t fist his cock soon, Tomas would
explode. Panting hard and moaning, he endured her caresses. On and
on, she kissed him, finding more places than he had ever thought
of: under his arms, his biceps, his waist, his belly.

Christ
. She was doing it on purpose.
Gripping his upper arms, Susanna flicked her tongue over his
nipples. Tomas moaned. He would have pleaded with her to do what he
needed most, but it was clear she already knew.

Then she began to bite his nipples, first one
then the other. The mild pain ripped him apart. His balls ached,
his cock throbbed, and still she did nothing to relieve him. If
anything, every motion made it all worse.

So much worse.

Tomas was near screaming when she finally
dragged her tongue over his ribs and down to his cock. He thought
if she touched it, he would explode. Then she did. Without warning,
she took the knob in her mouth and sucked hard.

He yelled out, and Susanna sucked harder. On the
verge of coming, Tomas saw relief in sight. Then she drew back. He
moaned in agony. “No, please.” He had never begged a woman before
and had never thought he would.

But if she would have asked him to kiss her
feet, suckle her pussy for hours, or volunteer to be her sex slave,
Tomas would have agreed without question. What started as arousal
had escalated to overpowering desire, and was now raw, feral
need.

A need so strong and so desperate that Tomas
doubted his ability to endure it. He thought of throwing her down
on the bed and fucking her senseless. And he just might. But
Susanna seemed to be in control—how, he couldn’t say.

She raked her wet tongue along the side of his
thick erection, taking time to caress his bulging veins. Tomas
moaned like an animal stuck in a trap. Holding his balls in her
hand, she rolled them seductively, then squeezed.

“Fucking God,” he yelled, loud enough to rattle
the windows.

Tomas was grateful when she took his length in
her mouth and lowered over him. He plunged deep into her mouth. The
tip of his cock banged against the back of her throat. He groaned,
and knew he didn’t have much strength to hold back. One more suck
and he’d be finished.

Susanna lightly raked her teeth over the tender
skin of his member, making him lose his mind.

“I can’t…I have to…” His mind wouldn’t even
work.

“Not yet,” she said. “You’ll come when I
say.”

Her words stimulated him more than her mouth on
his erection. His cock pulsed hard, but he needed the pressure she
refused in order to obtain the release he so desperately sought.
How he could hold out longer, he wasn’t sure.

Susanna fell onto her back against the sheets
and spread her legs wide.

“Fuck me.” Her order was music to his ears.

Somehow, Tomas had the sense to reach into the
side drawer and grab a condom. Thank God he’d brought some. Deftly
he rolled it on, and was back on top of her in seconds. Straddling
Susanna, he kissed her hard, and then licked across her lower
lip.

Enraged by delay and whipped into fervor, Tomas
pinned her wrists to the bed and held her thighs apart with his
knees. “Fucking hell,” he said, looking at her unbelievably sexy
pose. The look on her face was pure lust, and her blue eyes were
glazed with sexual need.

With one hand he fisted his cock, the skin so
hot it burned against his skin. He angled the tip to her pussy and
felt her wetness engulf it. “You’re so wet,” he gasped.

Susanna gripped the back of his neck and said,
“I want you in me, all the way.”

Tomas sank into her, feeling the incredible
stretch of her tight pussy. He forced his thoughts away from the
orgasm he needed so badly, wanting to make it last a little longer,
if he could. When he was all the way in, he felt Susanna put her
feet on his ass, holding him there.

She looked into his eyes. In a quiet voice, she
said, “You don’t come until I say.”

Heat flooded his body, and Tomas shook with
need. Staying still, he felt her hot pussy wrapped around him, her
strong inner muscles clenched tight. He wanted to suck her nipples
and kiss her perfect mouth, but he couldn’t move.

If he did, he would explode.

Susanna stroked his cheek with her fingertips.
“Fuck me. And don’t stop,” she said. “Keep fucking me. I’ll tell
you when you can come.”

Withdrawing from her, Tomas left only the tip of
his knob inside, then he plunged back in, hard. Over and over he
pounded into her, going insane. Unable to stop. Unable to come. He
would have to pull out. There was no choice.

Waiting to come wouldn’t be an option in about
one more second, one more stroke into her.

“Come now,” she gasped. “Give me all you
have.”

Blinding light blotted out his vision, and Tomas
pounded into her. He felt her quiver and then turn to steel
underneath him. Susanna screamed with the power of her climax, and
as she convulsed around him, he let go.

The orgasm that surged was so strong it consumed
him. It ripped through his body, and turned his muscles to rock.
His abdomen tightened and his balls constricted as his cock
spurted, with her tight channel locked around him. On and on, he
poured out every drop, the tremors sucking every ounce of strength
he had.

Susanna relaxed underneath him, and when Tomas
could catch a breath, he kissed her tenderly. Her lips were soft
and forgiving. She was an angel; truly she was. He brushed a few
strands of hair away from her face, and after quickly disposing of
the condom he fell on the bed next to her.

Pulling her into his arms, Tomas held her
feminine form close, knowing what he had just experienced was
impossible. Just as her very appearance in his life was. But he
wasn’t about to question fortune. As long as Susanna was in his
arms, life was good. And he didn’t plan on letting her get
away.

* * * * *

Susanna rolled onto her stomach and bunched a
pillow under her head. She looked over at Tomas. A tattoo of a
black rose was etched on the back of her left shoulder. A stream of
petals flowed down her left side to her waist, where several
drifted together as though caught at the base of her spine. In the
cascade of falling black petals, there was one silver one.

Running a finger over the design, Tomas admired
the artwork. “Your tattoo is beautiful.”

She just looked at him.

“What does it mean?”

After closing her eyes for a moment, Susanna
looked at him again. “I think the black rose is sad, don’t
you?”

“I guess. In a way.”

“Don’t you think it suits me?”

He traced around the black rose with his
fingertips, and followed the loose petals to her low spine. “Very
much.” He looked at her. “Are you sad?”

Susanna didn’t show her feelings like he
expected she would. Her pale skin and big blue eyes gave her a
youthful appearance. But the heavy black makeup around her eyes and
the Gothic-like tattoo made her seem dark.

She seemed to consider his question.

“Yes, often I’m sad.”

Leaning over, Tomas kissed her round, firm ass,
and ran his tongue over her sweet skin. “I don’t want you to be
sad.”

For a minute, she was thoughtful. “What’s that
tattoo you have on your back?”

Tomas fingered the tattoo on his upper back.
“Oh, that. Just something I did in high school. It’s a Celtic
knot.”

“Let me see it again.”

He turned to give her a view of the design then
turned back.

She looked interested. “It says
dangerous
. Should I be afraid?”

Tomas smiled. “Yes, very afraid.”

She giggled.

“No, I just used to fight a lot in school. The
guys I hung with, Sean, Bradan, and Nic, we were sort of a gang. I
mean, we didn’t look for fights, but they seemed to find
us
.”

“Are you still a gang?”

Tomas shrugged. “Nah. We grew up. We’re still
buddies, but everyone kind of went their own way. Though we would
still have each other’s back, if that was ever needed.”

Susanna flipped over and hugged the pillow to
her waist under her bare breasts. She seemed comfortable with her
nudity, and Tomas was willing enough to look at her for as long as
she would allow it.

The gloomy expression returned to her face, and
seeing it pulled at his heart strings. She was too beautiful, too
sexy and innocent, to wallow in grief. Instead of asking more about
why she was at the funeral or other depressing topics, Tomas
decided on a different approach.

“Can I tell you a story? It’s one of many that
my mother told me when I was young.”

Her eyes widened.

“It’s an old Celtic tale. You may have heard it:
‘Connla and the Fairy Maiden’?”

Susanna nibbled her lower lip. “Maybe, but it
has been a long time. I don’t remember the story.”

Tomas leaned closer. “It starts: there was a
handsome man named Connla. He was the son of brave King Conn, who
had won a hundred fights.”

She smiled, just a little.

“But Connla wasn’t just handsome. He was
courageous and did many good deeds.”

Susanna sat up, propped against the
headboard.

Tomas was cross-legged with a pillow in his lap.
“One spring day, Connla was walking with his father. When they
reached a hilltop, Connla saw a maiden ahead.”

Once more, she smiled.

“The maiden was wearing a long white dress and
her skin was as white as the finest cream. Her reddish-blond hair
flowed like waving wheat, and Connla stared in wonder.”

Susanna giggled.

“He had never seen such a beautiful vision.”

She waited.

Tomas frowned. “But
only Connla
could see
the maiden. The king
could not
.”

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of
the ventilation system.

Susanna sat up straighter. “So what
happened?”

Tomas grinned. “You’ll have to wait to find out.
That’s all I’m going to tell you for now.”

She groaned and rolled around on the mattress.
“Nooooo. You’re going to make me wait?”

“It serves you right. I seem to recall someone
making me wait, just minutes ago.”

She shoved his arm.

Tomas grabbed her and held her in a tight
embrace. “You drive me crazy, woman.” He ran his finger down the
bridge of her nose and then touched her cheek. “I love your
freckles.”

She groaned.

“They are lovely. It looks like golden dust
sprinkled lightly over your fair skin.”

“Are you always this…magical?”

“It’s been that kind of a day. The way you kept
coming and going all day, I thought you must be just my
imagination.”

She licked her lower lip.

“But you are very real.” Tomas kissed her lips.
“I know that now.”

Susanna wrestled away. “It’s a fairy tale
anyway. What does it have to do with you, or me?”

“Everything,” he said. “After all, I’m named
after the prince. My middle name is Connla.”

“No way.”

“Way.” Tomas grabbed her again, kissing her
harder this time.

She kissed back, but then pulled away. “Are you
royalty, then?”

“Of course. Eagon, my grandfather who just died,
was descended from a king.”

“You’re putting me on.”

“Maybe,” he said. “Maybe not.”

“Well, I’m not a fairy maiden.”

Susanna slipped off the bed and stood up. She
began putting on her clothes, starting with her skirt.

Tomas frowned. “What are you doing?”

“I have to go,” she said, as if nothing had
happened between them.

Tomas panicked. He leapt up and stopped her with
her bra dangling from one hand. “No.”

She looked into his eyes. “Yes.”

He kept his hand around her wrist. “Well, give
me your phone number so I can call you.”

Susanna shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a
good idea.”

Tomas let her go and stepped back. “Why the hell
not?”

Unaffected by his anger, Susanna continued
getting ready to leave. “This isn’t going to go anywhere.”

He stared at her. “It already has.”

She shook her head. “No, it hasn’t. Everyone
needs intimacy when someone dies. It’s like being so close to death
makes one crave life. And sex is a natural urge.”

Tomas looked at her like he had never seen her
before. “What is wrong with you?”

She started getting dressed again. “Nothing. We
had a good time, Tomas. Okay?” Susanna looked away from him. “Can
you just leave it at that?”

Tomas glared at her. “Fucking hell.”

She zipped up her skirt and tucked in her
blouse. He watched her lean down to get her shoes from under the
table, unable to think of what to say. Or how to stop the dream
from becoming a nightmare.

Tomas stepped closer to her. “I don’t know what
your game is, but I don’t like it. You can’t tell me what we just
experienced meant nothing to you.”

Susanna’s eyes glistened, but no tears came. She
bit her lower lip. “I didn’t say that. But these things never work
out.”

He raised his hands in the air. “Give it a
chance.”

She shook her head. With her purse strap over
her shoulder, she hesitated. “Trust me, Tomas. It’s better this
way.”

Tomas stood rooted to the floor, watching her
leave and unable to do anything about it. He had no hold on her. A
brief interlude in his hotel room didn’t qualify as a long-term
commitment. It was a bitch, but she was free to go.