Breaking Him
by Sherilee Gray
Publication Date: September 5, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Romance
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Now all I can think about is exposing the dark desire I see deep inside him—having him turn those dark desires on me. That low, gritty voice rasping orders in my ear. Those huge, rough hands holding me down when a storm blows in.
I want his surrender. His control. I want to break him…and have him break me…
EXCERPTS
#1
He’d
obviously tugged off his shirt when he’d walked in, because now his
chest was bare and glistened with sweat. He was breathing heavily,
fists still clenched tightly.
“Miss
Abigail?” he said through panted breaths. Despite that wild stare
and the way his body throbbed with aggression, when he spoke, none of
it came through. His cheeks were dark from exertion, mouth slightly
parted as each heavy breath pumped from his lungs, struggling to
maintain control, but still he hadn’t directed any of that anger at
me.
I
managed to unglue my feet and started toward him. He seemed to brace
himself as I moved closer, hands on hips, back and shoulders stiff.
When I stopped in front of him, instead of his direct stare, he aimed
his eyes at the ground. “Eli?”
He
didn’t move, didn’t speak. Reaching out, I touched his arm.
“Elijah?”
He
jolted, muscles tightening under my fingers. God, I felt tiny
standing this close to him.
He
finally answered, voice low, “Ma’am.” My nipples tightened
painfully. He didn’t pull away.
“I
just…I wanted to thank you for what you did back there.” His head
was still down, not allowing me to see those dark eyes. Without
thought, I reached up, threading my fingers in this hair, and tipped
his head back. My only thought had been to get those eyes on me
again. I needed them on me.
My
belly dipped and swirled at the rough sound that tore from his
throat. I was about to pull away, to apologize, but he tilted his
head, pressing more firmly against my palm, moving the tiniest bit
closer. Finally, he raised his chin, thick lashes lifting, and I had
them. My body zapped, sparked, breath escaping in a rush, heat
curling and growing like a wildfire was spreading over my skin.
“You
like my hands on you?” I whispered before I could think better of
it.
His
breathing had grown ragged, a softness, a vulnerability in his eyes
that made me want to give him everything I didn’t think he’d
allow himself to ask for. His gaze darted to my bare shoulder, where
Kyle had yanked my shirt down, and his wide chest expanded with his
sharp inhalation. He didn’t like the reminder of what happened, of
Kyle touching me that way. “Do you want to touch me, Eli?”
I
could barely believe the words that just came out of my mouth, but I
didn’t want to take them back, I wanted those massive hands on me,
had wanted them on me for the longest time.
The
tip of his tongue darted out, sliding across his bottom lip, then his
head dipped, just a fraction.
“You
do, don’t you?”
He
stared down at me, his large frame, thick with muscle, towering over
me, looking like he could pick up that tractor beside us and fling it
halfway across the field, which made the almost innocent curiosity,
the restrained excitement he was currently aiming my way all the more
surprising.
“Yes,”
he rasped, cheeks darkening further.
EXCERPT
#2
He
smelled of clean sweat, the outdoors, the soap he used. The
combination was incredibly sexy. I uncurled his fingers and rested
his hand just above my heart. My top was low cut, so we were skin to
skin, and my body went up in flames from that simple touch. I watched
him, gauging his reaction. His eyes were locked on his fingers. His
hands were scarred with cracks and gouges, dark and stained, as clean
as they ever got. The contrast against my lighter, smooth,
unblemished skin was startling—exciting.
“Is
this what you want?” I asked softly.
He
dipped his head again, fingers flexing slightly, stare intent,
scorching. “More?”
“Yes…please.”
Oh God, the way he said it, deep, rough… I jammed my legs together,
the throb between my thighs making me reckless, making me do things,
say things, I might not usually.
But
here in the barn, so quiet and still, it was just us and this moment.
I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Wrapping my fingers around his
thick wrist, the coarse hairs tickling my skin, I lowered his hand
slowly, until his palm grazed the swell of my breast. “You ever
touched a woman here, Eli?”
He
shifted his weight from one foot to the other, jaw tightening, then
shook his head.
I
could barely believe it. No, he didn’t talk much, kept to himself,
but he was smart, gorgeous, and a harder worker I’d never met. “Why
not?”
He
didn’t answer, just kept his eyes locked with mine. An answer
wasn’t necessary. I knew why—the same reason everyone in this
town kept their distance. Fear. I moved his hand lower, struggling to
breathe when the rough skin of his palm dragged over my hard, aching
nipple. He swallowed audibly and made another one of those hungry,
low sounds.
“Your
skin’s so hot,” I whispered, curling my fingers around his,
encouraging him to squeeze me. He flexed them, but he didn’t let up
this time, no, he pressed in, tightening around me in a way that had
me soaking my panties. “Feels good?”
“Yes,
ma’am.” When he said those words, there was a spark of something
thrilling in his eyes. His nostrils flared. “Better than good.”
Dear
God, it was. What the hell was I doing?
Sherilee Gray writes sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance. Stories full of heat and high emotion, following stubborn characters as they fight against the odds… and their happily ever after. She’s a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful NZ with her husband and their two children. When not writing or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.
