“Do you think fucking you is going to change my mind?” He looked over his shoulder to see Broni removing her shirt, standing naked unashamedly.
Rhys’s head fell forward onto the door as he fought his body’s demands. He felt her as she moved closer to him, brushing her bare breasts against his back. She placed tiny kisses on his shoulder while her hand brushed his hip. Reaching forward, she slid her hand down the front of his jeans, finding his cock already beginning to harden.
“Don’t you want to feel my mouth on your cock again?” Her whisper was as light as her stroking fingers, driving the fire in him higher.
Rhys reached down and grabbed her hand, holding her tormenting fingers still. The strain of holding himself back had him clenching her hand. Not wanting to hurt her, he pulled her hand away from him.
Broni silently lay her head against his back. After watching him through the centuries, being near him was agony. She ached for the least touch from him, wanting him kept her in a perpetual state of arousal, despite the danger they could be found in at any minute.
Disgusted with her behavior, Broni turned away and picked up her shirt.
“Broni.” She turned back when she heard him groan her name. He had turned from the door and was facing her. He started to say something, but Broni shook her head.
“I know it doesn’t mean anything.” She knelt down in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans before pulling out his cock.
Broni’s head moved forward and her mouth covered the crest, drawing it into her mouth. The pleasure it gave her was unbelievable.
His hands burrowed into her hair, and for a moment, Broni feared he would pull her away. Instead, they tightened, pushing her down farther on his hard cock. Her tongue flicked against his tip as she applied pressure on the staff. He slid deep into her throat as her gentle hands reached out to stroke his tight balls.
He touched her cheek, wanting to remind himself this woman wasn’t the one he really wanted; but when she raised her head in surprise, the love he saw in her eyes made him think of only her—Broni.
Rhys used his hands in her hair to pull her back down on his hard shaft. His head fell back against the door as her mouth drove him into a fury of lust. Her experienced tongue found the slit in his cock before tracing the crest, and each lick and flick of her tongue took him further away from the painful memories that never released him from their grip.
Roughly, he pulled her off his straining shaft. When she went to grab him back, he jerked her to her feet, his hand tilting her head back so he could kiss the mouth that was making him lose the tight grip on reality that always held him prisoner.
His hands unsnapped her jeans, jerking them down her hips. Lifting her out of them, her legs went around his waist as his cock slid along her pussy until he found her entrance, slamming himself deep inside of her.
Her gasp fueled his hunger as he turned and pushed her up against the door as he loosened the rigid control he always managed to keep. She fucked him like it was their last time, which it probably was with the men wanting to throw her outside.
He hadn’t told her he intended to go with her, yet she still had given him her body. Any other woman would have yelled at him. Not Broni, she took him without demanding he save her, only asking for him to fuck her. With her hands on his body, he had been unable to refuse her. She just wanted him, not her safety or commitment.
Her desire for his body drove his own need higher. Her pleasuring his body did something to him, releasing the tight knot that had been in his chest for so many years. Her moans encouraged him to give her the only thing he was capable of, his body—the shell of the man he once had been.
Rhys grabbed her hips, holding her tighter against him. He wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises on her when they finished. She didn’t pretend to be fragile or weak. She was the opposite, demanding and strong enough to take the demands of his body. Rhys was a dominant lover, however Broni was no submissive; she was just as dominant.
Bracing herself against the door, she rode his cock while her hands circled his neck. Her mouth demanded entrance with her tongue. He opened to her, letting her explore his mouth with a passion that had him lifting his mouth to catch his breath.
His thrusts didn’t slow, his cock sliding harder and deeper inside her. Whimpers were escaping her at the intensity of the orgasm building between them. He put his hands on the wall on each side of the door to brace himself as Broni clutched him.
Rhys slowed down, pulling her upwards until her clit rested on the length of his cock, sliding her back and forth, giving her the friction she needed to send her over the edge into an orgasm that had her trembling. It was only the strength of his grip that held her in place as he continued to thrust in hard, deep strokes. He went at her for what seemed forever, never slowing or speeding up, holding her at a precipice. Her cunt’s muscles began to swell and became even more sensitive from the continued pounding.
“Look at me.” Her words brought him out of the haze his desire had built around them.
“See me.” Her pleading voice had him shutting his eyes, trying to keep it impersonal between them.
“Rhys.” He turned his face away, refusing to give her what she wanted. His guilty conscience reminded him she knew better than to expect anything from him before he had touched her. Just because the sex between them was mind-blowing didn’t mean a thing to him.
He began to slide out of her, but her thighs tightened around his waist, refusing to let him leave her grasping pussy. Broni began sliding up and down his cock. Rhys gave her his body as long as she understood he could only give her as much pleasure as she wanted, nothing more.
Her bouncing breasts bobbed before him. Leaning forward, he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking strongly, letting his teeth nip on the cherry nipple as he tugged her down farther on his shaft.
He gave her no respite; fucking her long and hard until he felt the second orgasm boiling within her. As she came down hard on him one more time, Rhys shoved his cock upwards, coming as she began screaming with her own orgasm.
As Broni fell to his shoulder breathing hard, Rhys tugged her legs loose, setting her back down on the floor.
“Don’t play that shit with me again. The rules don’t change because I have my dick inside you.”
“What rules? It’s either your way or no way. Remember that, Rhys. Someday, the shoe may be on the other foot then you’ll be the one begging me.”
“That will never happen.”
“I’m immortal; I don’t believe in never. If you live long enough, what goes around always comes back around.”
“You’re not immortal now, are you?”
Broni winced at his caustic reply; the lawyer in him was never going to let her have the last word. “No, I’m not.”
As soon as she was able, she tried to take a step away from him, but her weak legs didn’t have the strength to support her.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
Wobbling, she managed to make it to the bathroom. Taking her time, she washed then redressed in the clothes she had brought with her.
Broni dreaded returning to face Rhys’s further recriminations. Tears leaked from her eyes to be wiped away when she scrubbed her face with the palm of her hand. It hurt that he only let her touch him when he could no longer hold his body’s desires back.
Broni’s breath had caught in her throat while pain had exploded in her chest when she’d asked for him to look at her. It wasn’t his fault he was unable to give her more, his heart had been buried with Deena. Broni was the one at fault. He was right; she was the one trying to change the rules of the game after the game had started.
Broni left the bathroom, returning to the bedroom only to find it empty.
Chapter 11
When Broni went into Jace’s room, Tank’s victim was awake. Nikki was sitting on the side of
the bed, holding the terrified woman.
“I want to go home!”
As Nikki looked at her helplessly, Broni took a step forward.
“My name is Broni. What’s your name?”
She quit crying, staring at Broni hopefully. “Abby. Will you take me home?” Broni could see the hope in her eyes.
Broni didn’t directly answer her question. “The town is rioting now. It wouldn’t be safe to leave. The police aren’t even on the streets any more.” Broni didn’t tell her that most of them were dead.
“A riot? The Hills doesn’t have riots. It will be safe there.”
“We’re on the opposite side of town. We wouldn’t make it through downtown.”
“I want my parents. They will be frightened out of their minds. I have a little sister that isn’t well. I don’t want any of them to worry about me.”
“Write your number down. I’ll call them and tell them you’re okay, then you can get some rest.”
She looked like she was going to argue further but gave in when Broni handed her the pen and paper she found on top of Jace’s nightstand. When she finished writing down her number, she handed Broni the paper.
“You’ll call them right now?”
“Yes.” Broni turned toward the door.
“Thank you.”
Broni blinked back her tears, wishing she could help the girl, but she had a terrible feeling the girl’s family wasn’t still alive. However, Broni would try to delay the horror of what was going on in the outside world for as long as she could. It was bad enough that she had been kidnapped and beaten, but when she found out about her family, it would be a devastating blow.
The men were sitting around the clubroom when she entered the room, everyone’s eyes going to her. She walked behind the counter, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Layla threw her a hateful glance, which Broni ignored, taking a sip of her coffee.
She tensed when Layla started to say something, but her mouth suddenly closed. A look entered her eyes that had Broni freezing in place, knowing that Layla was no longer there. She set her cup down on the counter, backing away. Layla’s hand tightened on the knife that she’d picked up off the counter.