Page 30 of ’Til You Break

The memory is enough to make desire coil low in my stomach. My cock throbs at the thought of her. I ache at the taste of her pussy that’s still on my tongue. Her slick cunt is etched into the back of my eyelids. Her squeaks, squeals and moans are a constant soundtrack in my head.

Without realizing it’s happening, I slide my hand down my trunks and grab my cock. Each stroke makes me harder, as my imagination runs away from me, drunk on the memory of her delicious, sweet arousal.

Then, I snap out of my daze and tear my hand away. My heart’s racing and my body is eager, but I’m not going to allow this. I won’t waste my seed into a tissue when it’s destined to fill Hannah up.

No. Not now.

I drag my thoughts back under control and tear my attention away from her.

Redirecting my focus to the matter at hand, I retrieve Frank’s phone from the drawer where I keep my mask, my gun, and the newspaper clipping. There aren’t any new messages, but checking has become routine.

I don’t need any more surprises.

I toss the phone back into the drawer before heading upstairs for a shower.

Habit takes over.

Once I’m dressed in a black suit and tie, the world begins to make sense again.

Even when I’m working from home, ritual grounds me. It moves my attention away from the previous night and onto the day ahead. Once in my office, I close every file connected to my nightly activities.

There are emails waiting. There is code to review. Reports needing approval.

However, I have barely finished the first page of a report on a new research-and-development project before someone knocks on the door.

“Vik, you in there?”

Fortunately, there’s nothing incriminating on my screen. Even so, I meet Hannah at the door instead of inviting her inside. As I open it, curiosity draws her eyes past me and into the room.

She is looking, searching. Trying to glimpse whatever it is I’m hiding. I almost laugh. Then again, perhaps I’ve encouraged exactly this behavior. I’d laugh, if it didn’t send the wrong message. I reward her bad behavior with unimaginable pleasure. Fingering, tongue fucking…

I almost admire her curiosity.

“Yes, Hannah?” I step into the hallway and quietly close the door behind me.

“Um...” She doesn’t retreat, despite the length of the corridor separating us. Instead, she stays close. Close enough for the tension to build.

“My mom just messaged me.”

“Your mother messaging you isn’t exactly earth-shattering news.” The words come out sharper than I intend.

Dressing for work has that effect. Pulling on the suit is part of preparing for battle. Meetings. Ruthless competitors. Problems at one of my plants. Whatever the corporate world throws at me, I meet it head-on.

Building an empire requires a certain amount of cruelty.

You don’t get what you want by being timid. You take it. No matter who gets hurt.

It’s not a mindset I can switch off in an instant—not for a casual conversation about Hannah’s mother.

“Oh, yeah.” She wrings her hands in front of her. “She’s throwing a party for your dad’s birthday.”

“Good. I’m sure you’ll enjoy seeing everyone again.”

I already know where this is going. And I don’t like it.

“Well…” Hannah hesitates. “She invited both of us. She said she’ll be calling you later.”

It’s a call I have no intention of answering.