Break Your Little Heart – Heartbreak Hill Read Online Charleigh Rose

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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
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I jerk my head around to give him a dirty look, but he grasps my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing my face forward.

“In my fantasy, you’re in my bed and—”

“Against my will, obviously,” I quip.

He squeezes my chin, making my lips mash together, and angles my head to the side before running his nose down the length of my neck. “You usually say something bitchy that only gets my dick harder…”

I snap my mouth shut, feeling his laughter as his exhale hits my flesh. “Back to what I was saying,” he starts again. “You’re in my bed, sitting against my headboard in that cheer uniform, and I pull the ribbon out of your hair, using it to tie your wrists together.” I feel his fingertips on the underside of my upper arms, guiding me to hold on to the back of his neck.

“Keep them there.” Swallowing hard, I lock my fingers together at the base of his neck. His hands smooth down my sides, stopping right above my bottoms. “You let me tie your wrists to the headboard, rendering you completely helpless to everything I want to do to you.” His right hand moves down to grasp the back of my knee, and he plants my foot on the seat of the hot tub, then does the same with my left leg. Anticipation has my heart pounding. I don’t know where this is going, but I’m too worked up to stop now.

“And like the little fucking brat you are, you bend your knees, spreading them just enough for me to see what’s between those thighs, teasing me, tempting me…”

I feel my pulse between my legs, and I’m almost regretting this whole no-touching thing. Maybe letting Holden touch me wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I want to taste you, Valen.”

I almost say yes, but then I realize he’s still talking about the fantasy.

“So that’s what I do,” he continues, oblivious to my traitorous thoughts. Or maybe he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Maybe that was his whole plan. Get me so hot and bothered that I beg him to do something about it. “I push your skirt up those smooth thighs, pull your panties to the side…” he trails off, leaving me practically panting.

I’m squirming against him, waiting for him to continue. When he doesn’t, I finally cave. “And then?” I ask tightly, frustration lacing my tone.

“So impatient,” he teases, his mouth moving back up to my ear. “And then I’d lick your little clit.” I clench at his crude words and squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache building there. He’s good at turning me on with his words, but if he thinks he’s going to do anything more than that, he’s mistaken.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructs. “Good girl.”

“Don’t push it.” I can only give up so much of my pride at once.

I feel his chest rumble with his laughter as he jostles around behind me. Before I realize what’s happening, the jets are bubbling to life, and one of them is pointed right between my legs. I tense up when I realize what his plan is, but his hands find my hips again, holding me in place.

“I eat you like that, tied up, at my mercy. My head under your skirt, face between your thighs,” he continues his fantasy to distract me, I’m sure, and it’s working. The jet hits slightly higher than where I need it, but before I can adjust my position, Holden hooks his hands under both knees, lifting me into position.

“Oh fuck.” My voice is something between a whisper and a moan, my back arching off Holden’s chest. Briefly, I worry someone will walk out here and see us like this. Me holding on to his neck for dear life with my legs spread obscenely wide. But it feels too good to care. The orgasm is already building with a quickness, my nipples tightening almost painfully.

My head falls back onto his shoulder, and Holden makes a pained groan. “Tell me to touch you, Valen.” His voice is full of lust, and I realize that he’s not getting anything out of the deal.

Good.

“No.”

His grip on me tightens in response, and I smile, knowing he won’t cross the line if I don’t ask him to. I want to push him, to tease him like he’s been teasing me. Before I can overthink it, I unlatch my right hand from his neck, bringing it to the triangle of material that covers my chest. I can’t see his reaction, but I feel him tense behind me, hear the hitch in his breath.

I slip my finger beneath the thin fabric and slowly pull it to the side, baring myself to him.

“The other side,” he instructs. I slide that one over, too, the bubbles from the jets just barely concealing my chest, giving him brief glimpses of flesh. Holden hoists me up a little higher, so my tits are exposed to the cold air, giving him an unobstructed view.


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