Read The Starkest Truth (A Breaking Insanity Novel Book 2) for Free Online Page A

further. His other hand slipped up my body, moving around to clutch the back of my head. He forced my body to arc and watch his fingers disappear and reaper as they rode me, dressed in my wet arousal. He withdrew three glistening fingers and slipped them inside my mouth.
    “Spit on it, baby.”
    Not yet complying with his demands, I swallowed down the remnants of my tangy taste.
    He wound my hair around his fist and yanked my head back. He guided me forward, forcing me to regard him. “Do you really want me to repeat myself, Nik? If you thought this was going to be about what you wanted, you were very fucking wrong. I’m going to fist your pussy and make you come. Now, spit on my goddamned fingers, before I shove them down your fucking throat.”
    I hocked up spit and aimed it in his palm. Keeping his gaze on my sex, he slipped in three…four, then folded his hand and slowly urged in his thumb. I jumped at the uncomfortable fullness. It’d been a long time since I craved pain of that magnitude. Because of Eric, it became a need I’d almost completely detached from.  
    He slowly withdrew his hand. With a lip-biting smile, he slid down my body. When his lips surrounded my nub and his tongue circled on the tip of my clit, I moaned and closed my eyes.  
    His fingers slid inside me, slowly, one by one—doing to me what he promised he would. When I felt comfortably full, something unrelenting and strong washed over my senses.  
    He looked up at me and began to methodically suck on my nerve center, moving his lips in a swaying motion that made me curse and shudder.  
    The rush reverberated up my spine and when it hit the back of my head, everything grew fuzzy.

    “Nik?” Eric lightly slapped the side of my face to bring me back.
    “I’m okay,” I rasped, opening my eyes to watch his form stalk up the bed like a predatory animal surrounding its prey. He removed his dress shirt, tossing it to the side of the bed.  
    A grin deeply rooted in deviousness took over his face. “Is that right? I actually made you come so hard, you passed out?” he asked with a sensual drawl. He lazily unbuckled his pants, without removing them. Reaching down in his boxer briefs, he pulled out his fully erect cock. He stroked it once, squeezing the head until it was slick with a bead of moisture. His grasp dug into the side of my hip as he guided the full extent of his girth to my slit. He pushed into me until he reached my end.
    “Aye,” I yelped.
    Grabbing my hips in both hands, he tilted my pelvis. Moving fast, he began to ride me with hard, punishing slams. His groin slapped against my sensitive, plump lips, making them sting.  
    Moving his hands to my waist, he slid them up my body until they reached my chest. Pulling the bodice of my dress down, he exposed my breasts. Leaning down as he pumped inside of me, making me violently jar and buck against the bed, he surrounded my nipple with his generous lips, sucking it with a painful intensity. His teeth joined his tongue, teasing the tip. My nipple hardened in his mouth, sending a trail of gooseflesh up my spine. He scraped the edge of his teeth against the tautness before sinking his teeth into it.
    I involuntarily grabbed a fistful of the hotel sheets and bit into my lip. Rocking me hard, he made the mattress creak and groan with our movements. The quilted headboard knocked against the wall rapidly, barely drowning out the sounds of my wet sex and whimpered cries.
    I shuddered underneath him; the friction of his cock inside my warmth rearranged my senses. My legs rattled around his lower half, signaling that my body was ready to explode. Watching me with his eyelids shuttering his honey hued eyes, he released a sensuous, throaty groan. My body awkwardly arced, seizing up as I came, gushing fluid all over his groin.
    Deftly, he flipped me over until I was on all fours. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he directed me down until my face was smashed against the white down duvet cover. With