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LITTLE BLACK BREAK
My name’s Sebastian Black, and my life as I know it is over. My little black book days were numbered the minute I met Rosslyn. She became my one and only and lightened my dark soul.
But now my past is threatening my future—threatening the woman I love. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her. Even if I have to lie—pretend to cheat—I need her to leave my world and remain safe.
Breaking her heart is killing me, but I refuse to let my old sins destroy the only good in my life.
If you love her, let her go. If you’re dangerous like me, pray she stays away. I won’t let her get caught in the crossfire. No matter who I have to break.
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“Sebastian says touch yourself.” His husky
voice brushed the side of my neck, sending chills to my toes. “Slide your
fingers into your sweet pussy so I can suck them clean.”
I melted beneath him, my thighs widening
automatically as my wandering fingers rolled over my clit. Sensation moved over
me and my body tensed. Sebastian was the king of foreplay, leaving me wet and
ready—throbbing so hard I thought I’d die if he didn’t put me out of my misery.
“Please, Sebastian. Give me what I want,” I
begged.
All this time together and he was still able
to make me beg for his touch—make me breathe his name until he soothed the sweet
ache he’d built between my thighs.
“Ah, come on, Mrs. Black. How do you expect
me to hold out when you beg so sweetly?”
“I’m not Mrs. Black yet, Mr. Black,” I teased.
Sebastian had officially proposed the night I
graduated from Tech with my Associate’s
in Criminal Justice. He’d offered to pay for an expensive four-year college, but I was determined to do
things on my own, which meant Tech it was. And with my past and the many years
I’d spent needing justice for the murder of my parents, criminal justice made
sense.
His proposal was unexpected since everyone
who knew Sebastian knew he wasn’t the marrying kind. Even I was shocked when he
dropped to one knee in the middle of our bedroom and asked me to spend the rest
of my life with him.
I’d had some champagne at the celebratory
dinner after my graduation ceremony, and I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly,
but then he looked up at me with pure adoration and I knew—I just knew—I never
wanted to be away from him. I’d never love another man the way I loved
Sebastian, and no other man would ever love me the way he did.
I said yes, and we spent the rest of the
night making love.
It was beautiful.
Perfection.
Everything Sebastian embodied.
That was a week ago, and his look of
adoration still lingered in his expression, but as he looked down at me, it was a raw,
unadulterated need that filled his clear blue eyes.
His grin was dark and dangerous as he pulled
my fingers from my trembling body and sucked the glistening moisture from their
length—his tongue flicking at the tips. Desire struck me deep and I bit into my
lip to control the animalistic growl that crawled up the back of my throat.
Dark, damp hair fell over his scorching blue
eyes and I brushed it away with my free hand, losing my fingers in its thickness.
My hips lifted from the plush mattress, begging on their own for his length.
He chuckled, the sound rich and exotic as it rumbled across my skin.
“Official or not, you’re mine, Rosslyn.
You’ve been mine since the first time I laid eyes on you. Do you understand?”
His thick cock massaged my entrance soothing
the ache briefly as he teased me in return. With his skin beneath my nails, I
dug my fingers deep into his flesh as I tried to pull his body into mine.
“Now, Sebastian. I need you,” I breathed.
“No, beautiful, not until you give me what I
want.”
I knew what he wanted, but like him, I liked
to make him beg for it. It was why we worked.
Push and pull.
Give and take.
I was able to hook Sebastian Black because I
wasn’t afraid to fight him—to make him quake with want, quiver with need. We
drove each other crazy, and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Still, I
pressed my lips together, holding out for a little longer.
He pushed against me harder, my insides
burning for his intrusion.
“Fuck,” he rumbled. “Say it, Rosslyn. Tell me
what I want to hear and I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you what you
want all night long, baby.”
I lifted my hips to draw him in, but he
pulled back letting the cool air rush between us.
“Give me what I want and I’ll tell you what
you want to hear,” I countered.
Again, he snickered; the evident strain in
his voice letting me know I was close to winning.
His body was stiff above me, his biceps trembling from holding up his weight and his
hips shaking against my core. I could see the defeat in his eyes as he licked
his lips and his breath quickened. He was incredibly sexy all the time, but
nothing beat Sebastian in the heat of the moment—the
seconds before he climbed into me and set both our bodies aflame.
And then he shifted and filled me.
Deep.
Thick.
Stretching me so completely I mewed in
appreciation.
He closed his eyes against the pleasure, and
we sighed in unison at the sweet relief.
“Is this what you want, dirty girl? You want
my cock deep inside you?” His breathing was erratic; his eyes steeled in
preparation for taking me hard and fast the way I liked it.
I nodded as I internally celebrated winning
our little game of tug-of-war.
“Say it, Rosslyn.” He pulled back and pushed
into me—hard and swift—deeper and deeper with each thrust. It felt amazing.
He felt wonderful.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growled. “I’ll
never get over how perfect you feel. So tight—so wet—wrapped around my cock.”
My toes dug into the mattress as desire worked its way from my hips and into my
stomach. I loved the way Sebastian talked to me—especially during sex. It was
an aphrodisiac for my senses, and it made me feel powerful. It made me feel
wanted—like he could never get enough of me, which was good considering I knew
I’d never get enough of him.
“Say it, baby. I need to hear it.”
I loved it when he begged—the strain in his
voice fulfilling me emotionally while his body pleasured me physically. The
tension in his voice thick and ready to
snap. He wanted me—he needed me to soothe his ache the way he was soothing
mine.
It was physical, but it was also mental.
Emotionally, Sebastian needed more. He needed
me to reach inside his mind and soothe him in a way I couldn’t with my body.
Spiritually, he needed depth. To know that I was latching on to him and never
leaving his side. All his life he’d been left. Put on the side of the road and
never collected. I’d always known how broken he was, but I also knew it was my
job to keep him together.
I opened my mouth to say the words he longed
to hear, to give him the relief he was giving me, but he plowed into my center
once more and the words melted on my tongue leaving a pleasured moan in their
stead.
“Say it, Rosslyn,” he demanded.
He was getting louder, his body
stronger—faster—ruthless.
I was lost in a sea of baby blue as he stared
down at me with determination. Sweat dotted his brow, threatening to drip onto
my flaming skin. I dug my fingernails into the flesh of his firm ass, making
him growl. He quickened, taking my body with passion—slamming into me—pushing
me to the head of the bed and to the brink of release.
“I can’t … I can’t say it,” I stuttered.
Confusion swept over his expression. “Why
not?”
And then I smiled because I knew I’d
officially won our little game. It wasn’t often that I won in our little game
of wits and foreplay, but I’d held out regardless of the intensity of his
movements—the passion in his eyes—the pleasure that flowed through me so
completely.
I’d won.
“Because you didn’t say Sebastian says.”
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Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for some unknown reason...he claims it's because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas hill country and write.
One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with Gus....her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.
