Page 15 of Unbroken

“I didn’t catch your name.” I hold out my hand, ignoring her question. There’s only so much I want to spread around town.

“I’m Fran.” She shakes my hand. “And I can tell you’re trouble. But…” She leans in close. “I think trouble is exactly what that girl needs.”

Damn straight it is. And that girl is in some serious trouble for letting me believe there was another man in the picture. At least now I know there’s no one else standing in my way. Not that it mattered. Never thought of myself as one to break up a happy home, but Wren is mine. End of story.

“I’m Kayden,” I tell her. “It’s been very nice to meet you, Fran. Now, I’m going to go take some chicken soup out to my girl. Mind if I get that coffee to go?”

She smirks, reaching for a paper cup. “You may want to take a couple of turnovers and a muffin, too. Your girl has a sweet tooth and may be a lot more receptive if you sugar her up first.”

Oh, I definitely plan on sugaring her up. I’m just going to feed her a different kind of sweetness.

CHAPTER 11

Wren

Day 2,252

The intruder will learn a lesson.

It’s not going away. The feeling is almost unbearable. I slide my hand down, running it between my legs as the dream starts replaying in my mind. My palm presses down on my clit, desperately trying to offer some relief. After what Kayden did, he doesn’t deserve my lust, or even to harbor a second of my thoughts. Yet…my mind is conjuring up images of him shoving me up against the wall and forcing himself on me.

In my dream, he’d caught me in the alleyway behind the diner. I was taking out the trash after finishing all my baking for the day, and when I turned to go back inside, he stepped out of the shadows and blocked my path. I jumped back on a scream, nearly falling on my butt, but his big hands caught me, bracingonto my arms and lifting me in the air. He turned me and forced me up against the brick wall, preventing my escape.

“Going somewhere, little one?”

“Kayden, what are you doing? Let me go.”

“You’re not going anywhere until you give me what I want.”

His grip tightened on my arms, almost to the point of pain, but I couldn’t find the words to protest.

“It’s been six years, Wren. Need you to open up this little cunt and give me what I need.”

His hands suddenly shrugged up my skirt, and I heard the material ripping from his force. My thoughts were spinning in dangerous circles, torn between wanting to scream for help and wanting to be fucked.

“God, you’re such a fucking little tease, aren’t you?”His gritted words were heavy at my ear as he worked to unfasten his pants. My lungs were rising and falling faster and faster, heaving as the heat coursed between my legs.“Pretending you don’t want it, when you’re soaked between these legs. You’re desperate for it.”

That word clung to my sanity, and my mind finally kicked into the right gear. I tried to struggle out from under his hold, but as his weight pressed further into me, I realized there was no point. He’s too strong. And as much as I shouldn’t, I wanted it. He sucked two fingers into his mouth, getting them slick, and then…he was between my legs, thrusting up inside me in one rough push.

I let out a whimper as I felt myself being stretched. My pussy throbbing with shameless need. My legs were already quivering as he slid into me, filling me to the hilt. It truly felt like I was going to come in my dream. I can feel it now. Pulsing from within. Gaining speed as my fingers work to ease the ache.

“Oh, she feels so fucking good,”he groaned, his eyes rolled back in his head as his neck weighed heavy on his shoulders.He slowed his thrusting, copping himself a more thorough feel. In and out. Rubbing over the spot that he knew would drive me wild. Making me even slicker. Needier.“Looks like my little Wren is going to be a good girl and cooperate.”

His fingers were suddenly gone, and then… His cock pushed in, and the prisoner who’d been locked away for over six years had been unbound. He began fucking me hard, and my cheek was scraping up against the brick, but I didn’t care. I wanted his abuse. I came flooding on his cock, begging for the torment. Begging for the pain.

God, I’m so close. I push my fingers in deeper, trying to strike the match, but it’s not the same. It’s a meek resemblance to the thrill I felt in my sleep.

A low grunting sound suddenly infiltrates my fantasy, shooting my eyes open. There’s a dark figure standing at the foot of my bed. His eyes hard. His teeth practically snarling. I don’t know if I’m imagining things, or if the man from my dream is looming over me, looking like he’s about to attack. Nearly the same violent look in his eyes as he had in my mind.

Reality finally hits, and I jerk my hand out from between my legs, quickly covering my naked frame with the comforter. I struggle to sit up and gain my bearings. “What the hell are you doing in here, Kayden? Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

His head cocks to the side, jaw clenching even tighter, and my heart rate spikes. There’s a lethal gleam in his eyes as he silently stares at me. The seconds getting longer and longer, making my stomach twist up tighter and tighter.

“That thin shred of comforter isn’t going to save you, little one.” He reaches forward and in one quick jerk of his hand, the comforter is ripped from my body. My naked frame on full display for his hungry eyes. “You should’ve locked your door, Wren. You should’ve bolted it up tight, because now…” He grabs my legs and yanks me toward him. “You’re mine.”

His eyes are locked right between my thighs and I’m struggling to convince myself to put up a fight and reach for the gun hidden by the side of my bed. Right as my sanity revives itself and I’m about to tell him to get the hell out, his head drops between my legs. And the moment his tongue and mouth are on me, the fight is lost. My hand leaves the handle of my handgun and grips onto the bed, holding on tight as the intense feelings rip through me.

His wicked mouth unleashes its incredible torment, and I’m hit with an insane wave of need. My pussy is throbbing. My clit pulsing as he sucks on it like he’s nursing a tit. The fire is sizzling up my spine. The pull is already closing in. Building stronger and stronger. When his tongue plunges into me, a scream barrels from my throat. “Kayden!” I grip onto his head, holding on for dear life as the pleasure tears through.