Page 228 of Breaking Rosalind
She rocks her hips, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping for air and rides my cock like she’s stealing my soul. Rosalind is my deadly goddess—my queen of darkness, destruction and decadence. She unleashes a wildfire within my soul and a burning need that only she can quench.
I buck my hips, fucking into her tight heat, and reveling in the way her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her cunt tightens around my cock with a death grip, and I know she’s close.
My balls tighten, threatening to spurt, but I grind my teeth. I refuse to come first.
“You look so sexy, taking control,” I growl. “Using my cock for your pleasure. It’s all yours, love. Ride it hard and take what you need.”
“Oh fuck,” she grinds out, her lips pulling back into a triumphant grin.
How the hell did I ever think I could cage this wild, dangerous woman? Or even dare try to break her unyielding spirit? I’m barely worthy enough to bask in her brilliance.
“Cesare, I’m coming,” she says, her words choked.
She climaxes around my cock, her tight pussy spasming hard enough to draw the cum out of my balls. I hold back, determined to keep going until I’ve given her every inch of pleasure she deserves.
It’s impossible to last when each thrust sends waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins, and her body feels like home. When she cries out my name and digs her nails into my neck, all my self-control erupts.
Jets and jets escape as I come in a furious rush. “Fuck,” I growl as the sensations surge through my core like an electric shock. “I love you.”
As I shoot what’s left of my ego into her tight heat, her features flicker from arousal to alarm to awkwardness and then to something akin to pity. It’s a fleeting kaleidoscope, each expression slicing through my already bleeding heart. Not a single one of them shows a hint of reciprocation.
She climbs off my rapidly softening cock, her eyes unable to meet mine, and pulls up her pants.
The weight of her rejection crushes my chest. I collapse against the seat, utterly destroyed. The only other woman I uttered those words to me walked out of my life and left me in ruins. Now, Rosalind’s icy silence tears me apart more than any words of dismissal.
“Let’s go to the medical center and take out the Galliano brothers,” she says, her words full of ice.
My heart twists as she wrenches open the truck’s doors and walks out without looking back. The thud of her boots echoes through my ears like a beat of a funeral march, each step a reminder that what we had together is dead.
Whatever made me think a woman like Rosalind could ever love me back?
NINETY-ONE
ROSALIND
My head pounds in time with the aftershocks pounding through my core. I stride through the armory on trembling legs, desperate for fresh air.
The last man who said he loved me was an abuser who got me pregnant, then told everyone the baby couldn’t possibly be his because he was faithful to my mother. He got her to confine me to a room until it was time for my cesarean.
After they coerced me into signing over the adoption papers, they banished me to a boarding school where I was groomed into joining the Moirai.
Words are deceptive. Words are cheap. Words pave the road to hell. They’re the red flags that remind me to guard my heart, because no good ever comes from grand declarations.
I burst through the exit, sucking in lungfuls of air. Despite the sun shining overhead, the industrial estate surrounding the armory is as bleak as my thoughts.
Why did Cesare have to ruin such a perfect moment? I loved how he was one of the few men who saw beyond my exterior and recognized my talents. I believed his compliments because they were true, but then I also thought the same about Matteo.
Matteo filled the void left by the father I never knew before the love he claimed to have for me twisted into something monstrous. It was a slow descent into darkness I didn’t recognize until I was too deep to claw my way out.
And it all started with a confession of love.
He used to tell me I was beautiful, special, mature. That nobody else understood him the way I did, not even my mother. That we were soulmates.
The door opens with a thud that pulls me out of my thoughts. Cesare storms out, his eyes burning, the veins in his forehead standing out like bolts of thunder.
I turn to face him, but he pins me against the wall before I can even speak.
“What the fuck was that?” he snarls.