Fractured (The Volkov Mafia Series Book 3) by S.E Foster

Author:S.E Foster [Foster, S.E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Samantha Harrington
Published: 2016-02-12T06:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

Malc

“I need you, Malc, my way.” The words ring loud and clear inside my mind and it must be worse than I thought if she needs this. I said I wouldn’t give into her like that because it’s what she needs to cope, to forget. I want to help her, I really do, more than ever I want the spitfire back, not the mouse that jumps at her own shadow, scared to live and afraid to really move on.

I try to pull away from her but she grips on to my forearms, her nails digging into the hard flesh. I let out a breath, I know where this is going and I won’t get anything out of her until I make her forget. She spins around in my arms, the washing up forgotten for the moment, she leans up so that she can claim my lips and I know there is no love in the kiss that is coming. It is hard and demanding and she is trying to get her way by using her body. Only I am not prepared for how far she wants me to go.

“I need you to take me how you used to, Malc. I don’t want you to worship me, I need you to use me, hard and demanding. Please, Malc.” Her words threaten to break me, I have tried so damn hard not to over the past few weeks. All I have done is love her, show her I love her, flaws and all. But it’s not enough to keep her demons at bay; she needs to have it her way. I don’t speak, I can’t, I’m too afraid of my voice crumbling in front of her, showing her that I don’t want this, making her feel that I don’t want her and that’s something I am not willing to do. Instead I bring my lips down hard against hers, not giving her time to open, I demand entrance, which I just take. Her moan tells me I have hit the nail on the head and this is what she needs. She grips on to my shoulders as I lift her up and push her hard against the nearest wall. I rip her clothes off, not being at all gentle with her and she is trembling with need, her eyes have started to glaze over. She doesn’t even see me, it’s working, blocking out the hurt and the pain. I fumble with the buttons on my trousers, just opening them enough to free myself. I’m hard. I won’t try to make out I’m not. I love this woman more than anything, even if I don’t like what she is making me do, I will always be hard for her, only her. My hips keep her up against the wall, one hand underneath her arse, I bring the other up to her throat and wrap it tightly around her. I hear her gasp and I crush my lips to hers pushing my tongue inside,

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