Breaking All the Rules by Abi Walters Read Free Book Online Page B

from her pants. He was stronger than her and could’ve fought it. He could’ve held her down and finger fucked her pussy until it was raw. But if she wasn’t fully in the moment, if she didn’t fully enjoy each thrust, it wouldn’t be worth it. His greatest pleasure, he’d recently discovered, was making Mia Barnes convulse under his touch.
                  “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” She said abruptly, sitting her now empty glass on the table.
                  Benson didn’t say anything. He turned his attention to the stage, his attention on Burnside as she slipped past the purple rope. She saw the thick vein in his neck tense as she left, but he made no movement to follow her or resolve the issue. Mia scowled as she weaved in and out of the crowd. Benson Ward was dense. He was arrogant and self-centered. He was bad news. She thought she’d grown out of her desire for men who were no good for her. You can’t deny there isn’t more between you two . There was something beneath their hot touches and panting breaths. His touch brought more than pleasure. It brought an ache for an embrace. She wanted Benson in more ways than he could eve provide.
                  Mia was on her way back to their table when she came face to face with someone she never thought she’d see again- someone who brought her to a skidding halt. Standing in front of her in all his glory was Aaron Hart. His dark hair had grown since she’d last seen him nearly five years prior in a silent hospital room. It now lie in a greasy mess around his face, sculpting his devilishly handsome features. Aaron’s eyes were black. Mia wondered if it was from a lethal mix of booze and drugs or if they were naturally that color. She’d never seen him clean. He was toxic, so very toxic. His presence made her skin crawl and her heart slow.
                  “Fancy meeting you here,” He grinned, as if he hadn’t bruised her like fruit. “Been a while, huh?”
                  “A couple years,” Mia strained, her voice not her own.
                  Aaron chugged his drink and dropped it on the tray of a waitress passing by, and then wrapped his fingers around her arm. They felt like slime against her skin. Mia was frozen. She couldn’t move from him. She couldn’t stop staring at the man who had simultaneously introduced her to the music industry and carved deep cracks into her heart.
                  “You’ve gotten sexier,” Aaron mused, licking his lips.
                  “You’d be amazed at what happens when you stop associating with toxic people.”
                  “Was I toxic, Mia?” His voice was rough. Too rough. She didn’t want to feel his breath, heavy with the scent of cheap beer and even cheaper weed.
                  “You are toxic, Aaron,” Mia struggled against him, pushing him back. She pushed him directly into the brooding chest of Benson Ward.
                  Benson’s jaw was clenched as his eyes darted from Mia to the dirty sac wobbling to regain his composure between them. The man reached out for Mia, who slinked away. Normally cool and composed, Mia was now a mouse. Her arms were crossed tightly in front of her and her eyes pleaded with Benson for something . He grabbed the extended arm of the stranger, whirling him around to face Benson. Benson stood inches taller, wider, than the scrawny man clad in leather who reeked of bad intentions.
                  “Is something wrong, Mia?” His nostrils flared with each syllable.
                  “Get yourself an All-American?” The stranger smirked at Mia. “I never did peg you as the rock and roll type, Mia.”
                  She knew this guy? Of course she did. It was obvious from the way she sunk away, her eyes shifting under his watch as if she was crawling in her own skin. This man had done