Bent, Not Broken by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow Page A

with her thoughts, feelings, or desires. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. Her breath caught at the look he gave her. He searched her face while his thumb teased the puckered flesh of her nipple and his hand caressed her ass.
    “I want you to strip, get on your knees, and suck my cock.” He whispered softly.
    Had he just said what she thought he said? From the look on his face, she had to assume she had heard correctly. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat, Amy thought about his request, about if she could really do that… follow his command and pleasure him.
    Yes, yes you can, because you love this man, he’d never hurt you, and don’t you want to make him feel as good as he makes you feel?
    Yes, she did.
    “No pressure, baby,” he said in his harsh, gravelly voice.
    “I want this, want you, Joker.”
    He groaned and his hands went to the cut he wore. After that was off, he removed his shirt, showing off his hard, muscular and defined chest, and the ink that covered it all. The rolls of muscles that made up his six-pack, his defined pecs, and his bulging biceps were jaw dropping, but that isn’t what had her heart pounding in awe.
    God, but was she turned on.
    Joker stood, gently helped her to stand as well, and cupped her cheek. “Baby, strip for me.”
    Hearing him say those words had her pulse throbbing between her thighs. It was as if his words alone elicited something deep inside of her, drawing out her needs and wants and combining them all in one hard package that represented Joker. Her hands shook as she gripped her clothing and slowly peeled it up and over her head. She took off everything until she stood before him bared, totally unobstructed. When the air hit her chest, she shivered.
    “Now the rest, baby girl.”
    The way he spoke had her lifting her gaze to his. His voice hitched and she could see his chest rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at her breasts. As if his gaze alone could draw the tissue taut, she felt her nipples pull tighter, felt the blood rush just below the surface of her skin. Amy didn’t wait, didn’t try and say things should go slower. Even though the chilled air hit every part of her, the very knowledge that he was staring at her had her body hot.
    Maybe she should worry that David was just upstairs, that if he wanted to come downstairs, he might see something he’d regret. But knowing that someone could very well walk in on her with Joker was an aphrodisiac all on its own.
    When she kicked the garments free, she stood there, her gaze locked on his. She tried to decipher what was going through his head. She let her gaze travel down the length of his body again, stayed a little longer admiring the tight V of muscles that disappeared beneath his jeans, then swallowed hard when she saw his erection pressing against his zipper.
    “Come here, baby.” Voice low and deep, Joker looked fierce at that moment. She found herself right before him again, the heat of his body spearing into hers. Amy’s breath came in short, hard pants. His eyes seemed riveted to her chest, but she saw him lower them until she knew exactly what he was looking at. Just knowing that he was looking at her pussy had her shuddering. She felt soaked and squeezed her legs together, praying that her inner thighs weren’t wet and he couldn’t see it if they were.
    “Goddammit, baby girl. You’re so fucking hot.” He sounded out of breath.
    She hadn’t realized she dropped her head until she felt Joker lift her chin with his finger. She was caught up in his liquid-blue stare and found herself drowning in the depths of it. Their combined breathing was harsh, and she knew that there had never been a point in her life when she had wanted someone as much as she wanted him; she loved him so much.
    “On your knees,” his voice was soft, gentle, yet still held a command. His hand landed on her shoulder and he gently pushed her down. The soft carpet beneath her knees sent a