The Starkest Truth (A Breaking Insanity Novel Book 2) by Courtney Lane Read Free Book Online Page A

came in with last night caught my eye. “Is that for me?”
    “It is.” His voice sent shivers up my spine as he neared me.
    I slipped off the top and shifted my weight. He couldn’t possibly be serious about this.
    His arms slipped around my waist, holding me tightly. Flipping my loosely curled hair to one shoulder, he sank his teeth into my neck. His palm slid against my torso, finding its way to my sex. He spread me, and thumped a finger against my slit. In a startled yet turned on reaction, a sharp gasp escaped my mouth.  
    “It goes there.” As he suckled my ear, his middle finger slid up and down, between the crease of my sex.
    “I know where it goes.” I spun around swiftly to face him. “Why are you making me wear a butterfly strap-on to the wedding?”
    Shaking his head, he lightly chuckled.
    “Sorry I had to ruin your innocent virgin fantasy,” I stated with an acidic edge.
    He grabbed my hair, snapping my head back so quickly, I gasped. His fingers slid against my clit, toying with me. “What was that? Think you might want to rephrase that before I stuff my hand up your pussy until my third knuckle disappears and really fucking wrecks you. Then again, it might make you come just as hard as it did last night…wouldn’t it, Nik?”
    My heart was in my throat as I struggled to swallow. My body began to ache for the one thing he gave me that turned me into putty. I couldn’t seem to satiate my need for it; as time passed, I needed it more and more.
    “Mmm, Nikki,” he moaned in my ear. “It takes barely anything to make your cunt sopping wet and ready to fuck.” He delved a finger inside.  
    While being reminded of how sore I was, somehow my core still ached for his attention. “Stop,” I whimpered.
    “I need more than that, baby.”
    “I’ll watch my smart mouth.”
    He retracted the hood surrounding my clit and pinched it with his fingers, slowly stroking it up and down. “Promise?” he taunted me.
    “P-promise,” I replied, my voice a hoarse and quiet squeak.
    “Remember,” he cooed in my ear, “this pussy is only for me. You gave it to me. I’ll decide when to stop.”  
    “How rape-culture of you,” I said, the sarcasm dripping from my words.
    “What the fuck was that?” He lifted a brow, the slight playfulness in his face disappearing. “Did you just promise to watch your mouth and spout the same bullshit I’m punishing you for?”
    I bit my lip as he started to pinch my clit harder.  
    “Nikki,” he growled, impatience bleeding into the tone of his voice. “I’m talking to you.”
    “And, I’m going to come,” I said in a small voice.
    Withdrawing his hand from my pussy, he spread my arousal across my lips with his fingertips. He leaned forward, kissing and sucking my lips harshly. “Maybe…you’re not.” He let me go, and slowly sucked his fingers.  
    “You can be so cruel sometimes.”
    With an amused expression, he winked at me in response.
    Shuddering, I crossed my arms in front of my naked breasts. “F-for your information,” I rasped, trying to recover from the desire he sent roaring through my body, “my rabbit went unused for years.”
    He glared at my arms until I removed them from covering up my breasts. Happy with my compliance, he drank in my body before he met my eye level. “And before then?”
    I looked up at the ceiling. “Almost everyday.”
    Brimming with a palpable air of arrogance, he slowly grinned. “I’m still going with the theory that you’re insatiable due to how good I fuck you. Nothing compares to my cock, and it never will.” He stepped back, eyeing my body from head to toe, again. “I have a clinical reason for the toy, but we’ll just leave it at…you’ll find out.”
    “And who will have the remote?” I asked.
    The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. “Wear it.”

UNCOMFORTABLE WASN’T THE word I could use to describe how I felt wearing the toy. I was very glad it wasn’t easily seen through my black