Broken In Pieces: Billionaire Stepbrother Romance (Wounded Hearts Book 1) Read Free

playful journey in my mouth. I follow him and our tongues enjoy the journey together. He pulls away slightly, our eyes connect again and he takes me by the hand. “Come on,” he motions to the car.
    Once we are in the car, he lean in and places a small kiss on my lips. His mouth is so soft, so inviting. I could kiss him all night. “How ’bout we pick up a movie and head to my house?” he asks.
    “Yeah, I think I’d like that,” I answer as he starts the car and we head out.
    We arrive at his parent’s home and he leads me to the guest house where he is living. He explains that he just moved back after he graduated from law school last week and will be joining his father in his law practice. The guest house is nicely decorated and there is a hint of lavender hanging in the air. He tells me to make myself comfortable while he goes to the kitchen. He returns with two glasses of red wine and hands one to me. Then he puts the movie in the Blu-ray player, sits down beside me on the couch and puts his arm around me. I snuggle in beside him. “Drink up,” he insists. “There’s more where that came from.” I smile and begin drinking my wine.
    The beginning of the movie is slow and a little boring so we’re talking while we halfheartedly watch. I finish my glass of wine and Jarrod offers me another. I shake my head no. I’m feeling a little odd. I know I’m not a drinker, but I didn’t think one glass of wine would have an effect on me. Still, just a little later, my speech is slurred. I feel dizzy, and I just can’t seem to get control of myself. “I think something’s wrong with me,” I slur at Jarrod. He smiles, “No baby, your just fine. Roll with it. Embrace it.”
    “Whaa..wh..” I can’t seem to put my thoughts and words together. He brushes my hair back with his hand and when I try to push it away, I can’t get my hand and arm to cooperate. I feel myself passing out or falling asleep or something . The next thing I know, I’m lying in a bed somewhere and Jarrod is on top of me kissing my neck.
    “NO!! STOP!! I don’t want this!!!” I am trying to scream but I’m not sure anything is coming out and would anyone hear me anyway?? Then the back of his hand, comes hard across my mouth, it feels like an explosion. I can instantly taste the bitter, metallic blood gushing into my mouth.
    “SHHH! Be a good girl now,” he demands.
    Please…please stop!! My arms feel like elephant legs, too heavy to lift when I go to push him off me. My head is consumed by fog, I can’t focus. WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME!?!? Why can’t I move? I can’t be drunk; I only had one glass of wine.
    “You know you want it,” he says with the most sadistic grin on his face. NO! NO! I want to scream but I can’t make a sound. He grabs my blouse and yanks. I hear the buttons bouncing across the hard wood floor as I fade into nothingness….everything goes black!
    As I come to, I feel the full weight of him on top of me. My bra is shoved up, exposing my breasts. My jeans and panties are off and he is completely undressed. As I blink my eyes for clarity, I can hear the Verve’s “Bittersweet Symphony”, playing in the background. He smiles that smug, arrogant smile down at me, “You’re gonna like this, baby.”
    He lowers his mouth to my breast. He bites me…the pain is excruciating! I still can’t find my voice to scream. I can feel his erection, hard against me. I try to move, wiggle, and squirm, anything to get loose. Nothing happens. Oh God am I in hell!?!? Is this real?? Is it a bad dream?? A nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from?? He bites me again! As he separates my legs with his knee, then looks me straight in the eye, “Ready or not, here I come.” He lowers his head and with the next painful bite to my breast, I feel the searing burn of him slamming inside of me.
    Oh God, I AM in hell!! STOP , I try to scream but it comes out only as a whisper. He continues his assault on my breast as he slams into to