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

me over and over, harder and harder with each thrust. With his last thrust, it feels like he’s going to bite my nipple off. I scream a low, gravelly scream full of anger and pain. He’s a sweaty pile, slumped on top of me. Breathing hard and with each breath he takes, its suffocating me. The smell of his cologne is nauseating. I feel my stomach revolt and I fight back getting sick.
    I muster every bit of strength I can, haphazardly raise my arm and shove at him. He rolls off me and lies beside me. My head is so hazy and I can’t lift myself from the bed. What the hell is wrong with me?? I look down and there is blood on my breast from his mutilation. He rolls over on his side, looking down at me with a smirk on his face, “That was nice, baby.” Chills run through me and all I can think about is getting far, far away from here….from him . I try to raise myself again but barely budge.
    He comes around to my side of the bed and begins getting dressed. Once he’s clothed, he walks back to me. He reaches down, grabs me by the arms, and pulls me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. “We need to get you dressed.” I see the blood stain on the bed, the only thing left of my innocence, and tears well in my eyes. He turns loose of me to retrieve my clothes. I feel wobbly like I am going to topple over. He makes it back to the bed just in time to steady me. First he puts my bra back in place. God, I don’t want him touching me! Please make him stop!
    Then, he holds up my shirt with a sneer, “This will never do.” As he turns loose of me to walk to his dresser, I begin to wobble again. He returns and pulls one of his t-shirts over my head. When he’s finished dressing me, he stands me up. My legs feel like jell-o and begin to buckle. He reaches down, picks me up and packs me to the car.
    The ride home is silent except for the music playing. I still feel like this has all been a nightmare. I don’t know how or why this ended up happening. Is it even real? Will I wake up in the morning and realize this was just a nightmare? We pull in my driveway; he turns off the car and unbuckles his seatbelt.
    As he turns toward me, he sees a tear running down my cheek so he reaches over to brush it away, “Ah baby, don’t fret. It’ll be better next time.” Next time?? Next time?? Is he that crazy?? The next thing I know, he’s opening my car door and standing me on my feet. He slaps me on the ass as he’s telling me to go on inside. He drives away as I stumble and pitch my way to the front door. Once inside, I’m so relieved to find that Mother and Carter are asleep. I make my way to my room, topple over onto my bed and cry myself to sleep.

CHAPTER 2
    Solution
    I wake, slightly, from the light coming through the window of my bedroom. My head is groggy and I feel sore all over, like I’ve been beaten with a baseball bat. I realize I’m still in my clothes from last night and on top of the covers but can’t bring myself to care. I wonder what time it is but I just don’t have the energy to get up. As I’m fading back into sleep, memories of last night start running through my head but I can’t stay awake.
    “Sheridan….Sheridan, honey, what’s wrong,” I hear my mother say, as I realize she’s shaking me. It startles me and I jerk to a sitting up position. “Sheridan, you were crying in your sleep. Bad dream?” she questions. I nod in confirmation. She looks me over from head to toe. “You’re still in your clothes. Your face is bruised and there’s blood in the corner of your mouth. What happened to you, Sheridan?” she asks in a concerned but demanding tone.
    I try to stay calm myself but I lose it. I begin to sob. Mother puts her arms around me and holds me like a young child. I had wanted this kind of caring from my mother so many times over my childhood. She strokes my hair, “Shhh, it can’t be that bad, darling.” I sob even harder so she holds me tighter. She sits back a bit and wipes my