Break Me Slowly by Joya Ryan Read Free Book Online

think being with me is unwise.”
    “ Yes.”
    “ Why?”
    Because you ’re beyond anything I know how to deal with. Because I’m excited and afraid to have a taste of you and be left wanting more. Because I already have a fascination that borders on obsession. Because no one will ever have the power to hurt me again.
    Instead, I went with , “Lots of reasons.”
    He looked at me for a long time. Finally , he rose. He began to walk around me, pausing to lift a lock of my long hair and examine it.
    “ I’ve never seen a color like this.”
    “ Red?”
    He scoffed. “ Red is too tame a word.” He dropped the tendril. His fingertips trail across the back of my neck. “And your skin is like a pearl. Polished. Radiant. Combined with those emerald eyes, I’d think you some kind of treasure chest of wealth.”
    My breath stilled and my lungs burned from lack of air. His words startled me. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. Growing up next to Megan, a tall, thin blonde, I was typically noticed by how I stood out in the awkward ways. Somehow, Adam Kinkade, a mogul who spent time with supermodels, had just made me feel beautiful.
    “ You don’t like that I see you?”
    “ I didn’t say that.”
    “ You tensed up.”
    My eyes squeezed shut of their own accord. As if telling me that sensory overload was approaching. I shook my head, trying to gain composure. I had come here for a reason. Instead of focusing on that, I was getting sucked in again. I needed my anger. My irritation. And I needed to unleash it on him.
    “ Stop hovering over me and inspecting me. I’m not some thing you can obtain.”
    “ I disagree.”
    My gazed snapped to his. “Fuck you.”
    He wrapped my hair around his fist and gently pulled. “In time, sweetheart.”
    Holding my hair, he faced me so I could look up at him. I felt his power over me. His stare trailed down my body. Could he see how hard my nipples were and the goose bumps on my skin?
    “ You like this,” he rasped. It was a statement, not a question. Adam was very clear on the effect he had on me. “I’m learning quickly, Katelyn. How you behave and how your moods change. Whatever it is you’re hiding that is making you run from me—” He pulled a little harder and I gasped. The tiny flare of pain pricked from my scalp all the way to the tips of my breasts, hardening the little peaks even more. “—I’m going to break you of that.”
    He faced me fully and cup ped my chin. My whole body was vibrating like a drumroll, begging for this man’s attention, any way he wanted to give it. For some reason, I felt the need to earn it. My mind and body were at odds—fighting the very things I wanted so desperately.
    Acceptance.
    Belonging.
    Control.
    Adam Kinkade.
    I was eye level with his cock, which was hard and straining against his dark blue slacks. What would it feel like in my hand? What would it taste like? Like pulling thoughts straight from my mind, he unzipped his pants. My eyes were riveted to the action.
    “ You kneel there, licking your lips and staring down my cock. It gives a man ideas.”
    I nodded, still enthralled with watch ing him. Aside from some brief encounters with photos and Cinemax, I had never seen a penis up close. When he parted the fly on his pants, I saw his erection strain against his gray boxer briefs. The crown was bulging well above the elastic waistband.
    Holy G od, the man was huge.
    “ You want this?” He reached into his boxers and gripped himself.
    “ Yes.” And I did. So bad.
    He pulled himself completely free. Gripping his massive length in one hand, he fisted my hair in the other. “I can be a very agreeable man, Katelyn. But I always acquiesce to the word no . Say it, and all this will end.”
    He stood still. I knew he was waiting to s ee if I’d say it. But I wouldn’t.
    Because I didn’t want this to end.
    I had no idea what I was doing. Going from never seeing a penis, to touching it—let alone putting one