Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) by Cat Mason, Katheryn Kiden Read Free Book Online Page A

you’ll love it.”
    “OK,” I finally manage to say. He slides onto the bed, kneeling between my thighs as he continues to stroke his cock.
    “As I was saying, you’re not comin’ unless my cock’s inside you. I wanna feel every quiver, every pulse your pussy makes. And I wanna feel you clench as the balls of that cross rub all the right places inside you and make you scream. Then, and only then, am I gonna let you come.”
    I nod and Dixon goes back to the task at hand. Me. He slides his fingers back into me, swiping them through the wetness before opening me and following the same path with the head of his cock. When he hits my clit, I whimper again. Thankfully he doesn’t torture me that way for long before finally thrusting into me. He drives in and out of me with such force that it steals my breath. Everything he said he makes good on and I’m positive that I’ll feel him for days because he’s so rough. He pounds into me, relentless and unforgiving, with his eyes locked on mine. Every time I’m close to coming he pulls out, stealing my release from me, and shakes his head with a smile.
    Sliding up my body, Dixon runs a hand under my back and grabs a fist full of hair, yanking it until my back arches and my neck is exposed. His other hand moves my bra out of the way and he latches onto my nipple, sucking and biting. He thrusts back into me, and I scream. God, it feels so good to scream. It’s cathartic. Between the tension on my hair, the teeth on my nipple, and the merciless thrusting into my pussy, I’m on sensory overload and I explode. Dixon releases my nipple so he can shift and get better leverage, driving into me as hard and as fast as he can while my body tenses up under him. He doesn’t stop until he follows me over the edge and collapses on top of me.
    I can’t hear anything that Dixon is muttering into my neck over our heavy breathing and the screaming in my head, but I feel his lips moving against my skin. His stubble-covered cheeks scrape my skin, turning me on even though my mind screams at me, calling me a whore. I push against his chest, knowing that if I don’t get him away from me right now, it’s going to happen again, and I can’t let that happen.
    Dixon groans, but pushes off the bed and out of sight like I wanted. I shift and have to bite my lip to keep from crying. If I’m this sore already, how the hell am I going to hide this from Gunnar? Oh God, Gunnar … Reaching up, I wipe the tears already forming in the corners of my eyes away before they fall. How the hell could I do this to him? Not only did I cheat on my husband, but I did it with his best friend.
    In the span of a few hours I’ve managed to not only throw a ten year marriage down the drain, but decades worth of friendship between us all as well.
    When Dixon walks back out of the bathroom, he doesn’t even look my way before leaving the room.
    Awesome… the awkwardness has already started .
    Jumping from the bed, I grab the clothes he handed me before all this started and rush into the bathroom. After cleaning up, I slip into Dixon’s oversized shirt and shorts and stare at myself. Everything feels different, not just the clothes. I don’t even recognize the woman staring back at me. Swollen lips, messed up slut hair, and another man’s clothes and scent covering my body. This isn’t the woman I ever wanted to be.
    Taking a deep breath, I open the door, and without looking toward the messed up bed, I head down to the living room. I have every intention of trying to crash on the couch for a few hours before heading home to watch my life crash and burn, but the sight of Dixon in the chair next to it stops me in my tracks. With his elbows resting on his knees, he stares at his hands, shaking his head as he mutters something too low for me to hear. Maybe now that he’s sobering up he realizes how much of a mistake this was too.
    I turn around before he sees me and climb the stairs back to his room.
    Grabbing my