All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,43

until I can barely see him but at this point, I’m an expert at getting myself off so there’s no helping the reaction my body has.

When I look up through my eyelashes at him, his dick is throbbing as his hand slowly strokes over the length, and the way he’s holding his breath speaks to just how little control he really has.

“Well? Do you want it or not?” I echo his own words back to him on a low moan, and I watch as the tethers of his restraint snap. He surges towards me, trapping my body against the wall with his, one hand on the either side of my head as his chest starts to heave.

He speaks between gritted teeth, “You really want to do this in a dirty storage room? You really want your first time to be here? You’re better than this, Avery.”

I almost choke on the words but there’s no hiding it from him and I can tell myself I’m just trembling from the way his hips are grinding my own hand into my clit until I’m desperate for more. “This isn’t my first time. Fuck me.”

His eyes flare out, and in the blink of an eye his hand is back on my neck squeezing a little as he presses me into the wall with the bulk of his body. It’s been years since I’ve seen him out of a suit and it’s not until he’s pinning me here that I realize just how big he really is.

I realize the restraint he must be showing every time Ash takes a swing at him.

Even with my heels I’m nowhere near tall enough so he has to lean down to snarl in my face, “Who the fuck touched you? You told me you broke up with Rory and never said a word about anyone else? Tell me.”

I’d rather die than tell him about Aodhan.

There’s the tiniest bit of guilt in the pit of my stomach but I’m selfish and ignore it. At some point I need to stop doing what’s best for everyone else and just do exactly what I want to do.

Aodhan and I haven’t even talked about what we’re doing and I’ve wanted this for longer than I can remember so I’m not going to let anything risk this moment.

I lean up the little bit I can until my lips brush against his, an echo of my own trauma that I’m going to replace in my mind, and whisper, “Fuck me or fuck off. I’m over this little bout of foreplay you’re so intent on having.”

A very not-Atticus-like snarl rips out of his throat and the hand at my throat tightens a little before it drops away and my heart drops.

Of course, he’s going to stop.

Of course, he was the one bluffing.

He moves back and right when stupid, useless tears start to fill my eyes he bends down to grab the long panels of my dress that fall to the ground and he rips until the split tears open all the way up to my stomach.

I’m too shocked to move my hands but he’s too focused on taking what he wants to notice my jaw dropping as he grabs my wrists and yanks my hands away from my pussy. He doesn’t hesitate to replace my fingers with his own and when there’s no resistance or so much as a flinch for me another snarl rips out of his throat.

I wasn’t lying to him about my virginity.

Again, I think that he might just turn around and leave but he doesn’t, he swoops down to kiss me deep and raw, biting at my lip like he’s trying to punish me. I can count on one hand the amount of times he’s kissed me too and none of those times were like this, this feels like a claiming and a branding, like he’s desperate to burn the touch of any other man right out of my body.

His fingers are just a little too skilled for me, jealousy flooding me as he crooks his fingers inside me to find my g spot with the type of ease that only comes from practice but the pleasure flooding through me is too distracting to think about that stuff right now.

I might just hunt those women down though, destroy their lives in a fit of rage.

My pussy is weeping by the time I come, squeezing down on his fingers as my legs threaten to give out.

Before I come down from the high, he