Psycho Ex Boyfriend (Standalone New Adult Romance) (The Alpha Brotherhood Book 2) (19 page)

“Well, I’ve changed my mind,” I murmur, my spine arching beneath his touch.

“Oh, have you?” He flicks my clit with his tongue, just for a few frustrating seconds. Then his fingers slip inside me and his mouth moves to my nipples.

I gasp, my hands squirming to touch him as he teases me. “Adam…”

“Did you like calling his name, too?” he asks in a snarl, peeling himself off me.

The muscles across his shoulders twitch and flex beautifully as he dips forward, fiddling with his briefcase again. I’m supposed to be kneeling behind him, impatiently kissing those muscles, distracting him. He turns around with two little pieces of silver metal and a wicked expression on his face.

Adam crawls beside me, dangling one of his toys in my face. It’s a clamp. Shit.

Cupping my breast, he drags his tongue up the side with groan that makes me hopeful that this will just be a harmless game. But then his dark eyes meet mine as I feel a pinch.

“Answer my fucking question,” he barks at me, biting my nipple just a little too roughly.

“What?” My adrenaline spikes as he fastens the clamp onto my other breast and tightens it.

“Did you call out the asshole’s name while he fucked you?”

“I—” A telltale series of clicks meets my ears as the stinging sensation on my breast becomes more intense. When I don’t answer him, he just makes it worse. “Alright!” I squeal. “Yeah, I did. Now Adam, get these things—”

“This will be a lot easier if we just stick to yes and no questions,” he says, slipping a piece of leather between my protesting lips.

Adam can’t keep the amusement off his face as my eyes widen in rage. What the hell does he think he’s doing? This is so over the line!

He kisses the tip of my nose, then loosens the clamps a bit. “I wish I could say that I hate hurting you. But of all the bullshit I put you through, lying isn’t in my nature. Not with you.”

How fucking precious
.

“Did he lie to you?” Adam asks, flicking the one of the clamps but not tightening it.

You can only tell if someone’s lying if they get caught, so how the hell am I supposed to answer that? Still, Rory was too boring to be a liar, so I shake my head no.

Adam traces his finger down the center of my chest, catching the contours of my sternum like a xylophone. “You’ve lost weight,” he says. “Did he ask you to do that?”

I shake my head no again.

“Was he nice to you?” he asks. I nod yes. “Boring nice?” At that question I hesitate and end up shrugging as much as possible in these restraints. “Did you spend a lot of time together?” I shake my head no. “Is that why you left him?” I let out a frustrated growl in response. Yes and no questions, my ass.

Adam laughs, gliding his thumb across my lower lip stretched open around the gag. He crawls between my thighs with a jagged breath. My knees struggle to bend fully, but they can’t. “It’s difficult to imagine that he could appreciate this as much as I do.”

That wasn’t a question and the only reply I can give is a muffled gasp as Adam clamps his mouth onto my clit harshly, reaching up to tighten the clasps on my nipples. But it’s a delightful sting now, mingling perfectly with the pleasure of his lapping tongue. I tilt my hips toward him with a moan that would have been his name if I were able to speak.

He stops, staring up at me from under his brow, his eyes still fiery, but not quite as furious. “Did he pleasure you like this?” he asks softly, the insecurity he tries so hard to hide obvious. But he doesn’t lie to me and I’m not giving him the courtesy of thinking that I’m any kind of faithful to him, so I nod yes.

His lips curl into a sneer and he tightens the clamps again, much too firmly. I screech and writhe away from him, but there’s nowhere to go. Adam bites my clit, not hard enough to cause actual injury, but my heart is pounding. I can’t believe I was foolish enough to call this bastard.

Licking, lapping, biting, and more licking. I squirm, but he locks his arms around my hips and holds me steady. I pull my arms down, the metal cuffs digging into my wrists. My pulse pounds in my head as I struggle to breathe deep enough. His mouth torments me, his hands occasionally flicking the clamps to send a jolt of electricity through my bound body.

Adam pulls away right before I reach the point of no return, that infuriating smile twisting his face into something I want to kiss and slap at the same time. He rises to his knees, gripping his erection and hovering right outside my entrance.

“Did you make him wear condoms, too?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

Well, at first I did, then once it was official for a while, I didn’t. So what’s the nod for that, jackass?
Adam moves to tighten the clamp and I scream against the gag, startling him and making him hesitate. “Well did you?”

“No,” I yell into the gag, shaking my head.

Adam’s hands move away from my breasts, skimming down my ribs to my waist. They slide around my hips, pulling my ass cheeks apart, one finger circling my anus.

“Did you ever let him fuck you up the ass?” he growls.

I bite down, the taste of leather filling my mouth. If he does that, it’s fucking over.
Over
. And I make sure the glare I’m giving him conveys that. He tries not to show it, but it rattles him and his hands retreat, but he’s still hard and ready between my legs.

I finally shake my head no and he drives inside my pussy bare. He grunts, bending my hips to meet his advance as he thrusts deeply, his length meeting the end of me. My spine arches and he chuckles deviously as I spasm around him, my entire body shuddering violently as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass.

Immediately, the sting of my clamped nipples turns into scorching pain. My hands frantically pull at their restraints and my legs kick, but there’s no relief, just a maniac between my legs, fucking me wildly.

“I bet those hurt a lot more now, don’t they?” he growls, stopping for a moment to flick his tongue across the exposed tip of my nipple. I glare at him, writhing as he continues to indulge himself.

I squirm, trying to buck him off, but it only seems to make it better for him. He withdraws with a moan, semen erupting from him in a hot splatter across my stomach that reaches all the way up to the base of my throat. At least he pulled out, but I’m still going to kill him for this shit.

His chest heaving, he looks down at his mark on me with an expression of the most twisted type of satisfaction. My nipples are on fire, yet somehow the flesh between my legs is still throbbing. Adam isn’t hard anymore, but he’s still armed with his teeth and hands, not to mention his crazy.

He slumps to the side, the fury on his face all but gone. “Were you in love with him?”

Adam doesn’t look at me, his eyes low and staring into nothingness as he traces a finger along the inside of my thigh. I shake my head no, but he cringes, his chin falling lower.

“No,” I say, but he can’t understand me with this stupid strap in my mouth. “No!”

He finally peeks up at me as I’m shaking my head and the relief that floods his face is incredible to behold. Exhaling a ragged breath, he reaches up and removes the clamps first, planting a tender kiss on each nipple. He cleans me off next, then undoes my legs and covers me with a sheet. I watch him get dressed, stopping after he’s pulled on his pants to slump over the edge of the bed, dropping his face into his hands.

I mutter something inaudible and pull at my restrained wrists, the metal clinking together. Without meeting my gaze, Adam undoes one of the cuffs and places the key on the pillow next to my head. The open cuff catches on the bedframe and I I’m still fumbling to get free as he makes his way to my door.

“Stop trying to love someone else,” he says, glancing at me over his shoulder as I free my hands.

Then he walks out the door. I stagger to my feet as I hear him leaving my apartment, undoing the buckle of the gag behind my head. What the hell?

I don’t have time for modesty, so I tumble into the hallway naked. “Adam!”

He spins around, his eyes shocked as I race toward him. A neighbor opens his door and my insanely possessive lover hides my body with his, picking me up as I throw my arms around his neck. The tips of my toes drag across the carpet as he brings me back into my apartment, our lips locked together as he succumbs to the comfort of my embrace.

We don’t really speak and we don’t do much sleeping either. Once again, I think this is it, the reunion that will finally lead to something real, even if it doesn’t last forever. But I wake up in the morning alone.

Sabrina

Age 23

This chip on my thumbnail is so obvious, it’s totally ruining my manicure. How didn’t I notice it before I left the house?

If it wasn’t an obvious nail polish malfunction, I’d just be stressing about something else. This is date number six and I really like Martin. He’s actually decent in bed, too. I want to have the talk, the big, I-want-to-be-exclusive talk. I got the feeling that he almost initiated it the last time we saw each other, which was only five days ago before he wanted to go out again. That’s a good sign, right? I hope so.

My date appears in the door of the restaurant and my heart beats faster. But it’s barely above the normal excitement and anxiety level of any social engagement, which for me is relatively high. There aren’t any butterflies swarming in my belly and I don’t feel all melty inside like I do with
somebody
who I am totally not going to compare this guy to. I’m not going to think about that somebody at all, not even his name.

Butterflies and melty feelings will come later, when this is official and I’m not guarding my heart. It’s been broken so many times, no wonder I don’t let myself fall hard at first. At least Martin turns me on. That’s all the start I need.

I rise from my seat to greet him and he kisses my cheek, but it feels cold and formal. Then he sits down to look at the wine menu, saying hello and nothing else. Not good, not good, not good… Maybe he just had a rough day.

“So, are you hungry?” I ask cautiously. “I’ve been here before.”
With Adam
. “The pomodoro chicken is good, but if you’re in the mood for something lighter, I’ve heard the filet is out of this world.” That’s exactly what Adam said when he ate that. Stop it!

“Sabrina,” he breathes, his expression turning awkward. “I don’t think we should order any food.” He orders a glass of wine for himself and another for me, then tears a piece of a roll from the breadbasket instead.

Okay, it’s time to panic. “Are you in a rush?” I am being way too hopeful. That is totally an I-don’t-think-we-should-see-each-other-anymore face.

“Not exactly.” He takes a deep breath and then a huge gulp of wine that thankfully arrived quickly. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

“Oh.” My stomach drops, but I keep myself composed. “I understand.” I totally don’t, but I really hate being told about whatever shortcoming I possess that disqualifies me and would rather not hear it. Although, knowing would keep me from wondering later, which I will totally do.

“Don’t you want to ask why?”

“I’m internally debating whether or not to do so at this very moment,” I explain.

He cracks a wide a smile and reaches for my hand, but stops himself. “I love the way you’re able to be so frank and funny at the same time.”

I blush. “Thank you.”

“That makes this extremely difficult for me, because I really like you and we hit if off right away.”

Okay, I’m getting more and more confused. Maybe it’s an issue of bad timing. That happens to grad students a lot. “Are you moving to Germany or something?”

He laughs again. “I am not.”

“So… alright. What’s the problem?” I ask. “I thought it was going rather well.”

“It is,” he replies. “Well, it was.”

“Until when?”

“Until a man knocked on my door and offered me a hundred thousand dollars to stop seeing you.”

My jaw drops. I am going to
kill
a certain somebody. “Wow.”

“I didn’t take it. Then a guy came back and offered a million,” he says.
Holy. Shit
. “Now, I’m not going to lie. That offer was tempting.”

“I’d imagine it was. What did the guy look like?”

“It was two different men. Just your run of the mill, shady, dark haired white guys.” Dark hair. Adam didn’t even have the balls to do it in person. “You don’t exactly seem surprised.”

“I’m… I’m a
little
surprised,” I tell him, cringing.

“Just a little?”

“Well, I have this crazy ex-boyfriend and he’s from a very wealthy… family.”

“This goes beyond crazy. Well beyond.”

“I know.” I’m a little flattered by the million dollar price tag, I just can’t help it. But I’m still going to fucking strangle Adam with my bare hands.

“No, it gets worse,” Martin says, flagging down the server for another round of wine because both of our glasses are empty. “So I refused the money twice. Then I started getting these.”

He glances around and then pulls up a few pictures on his phone. Pictures of me. With guys I haven’t been out with, that I’ve never even seen before. All with time stamps during the time I’ve been seeing the man sitting across from me. I look like a total skank!

“I didn’t… These aren’t…”

“Real?” he finishes my sentence for me. “I know. We aren’t… Well, we weren’t exclusive yet so I couldn’t technically be angry, but I was. You just don’t seem like that type of woman.”

“I’m not. I went on
one
other date, but it was already scheduled before I met you and nothing happened.”

“I figured as much. So I gave them to a friend, a real mother’s basement dwelling tech guy I know from college. He assured me that these are Photoshopped. Whoever did it did a damn fine job, but they aren’t real.”

“Son of a… That fucking bastard.”

Martin takes my hand, giving me a sad smile. “I had to tell you in person, it didn’t seem right otherwise. Even though I must admit, I’m a little paranoid that there’s a sniper across the street with a rifle pointed at my head right now.”

“There’s not.”

“I can handle a little drama. I’ve got a few unstable exes myself that like to cause trouble. But this is… I just can’t.”

“Of course not,” I sigh.

“I mean, a guy that will just drop a million dollars? Not that you aren’t worth it, but… then the creepy picture thing? What the hell is next? I have to wonder if he’ll try to ruin me, too. Or if he’d fly off the handle and hurt you. I couldn’t live with that.”

“Martin, it’s okay. I get it. Too much drama.”

“Drama doesn’t even cover this, Sabrina. Are you going to be alright?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been dealing with him for a while now.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to.”

No, I fucking shouldn’t. This is so over the line. I keep saying that, but I never actually hold Adam accountable for any of his shit! Because, if I’m being honest with myself, having a guy like that obsessed with me is kind of hot. A million dollars? That’s flattering. Bat shit fucking crazy, but flattering.

But the picture thing… That’s nothing but creepy. I can’t believe he went that far, he must be… Holy shit. My mind flashes back to Northwestern and my first serious college boyfriend Brent. He got pictures like that too. And then he found me in bed with a guy I didn’t even recognize.

I’m fuming on the train as I head back home alone. The Red line, the same one that Adam and I rode together when we were kids, back when he was something that resembled normal, or at least sweet. Fuck this. He isn’t that kid anymore. This kind of broken you just can’t fix and I need to stop trying. Just give up. He’s a damn lost cause if there ever was one.

“Hello?” he answers.

I hear girls giggling in the background. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream.

“What?” There’s a sound of a door shutting and the background noise goes silent.

“You just pulled your dick out of somebody, didn’t you?”

“I…”

“Goddamn it, Adam. Every once in a while, a lie would be nice.”

“Then I didn’t.”

“You fucking prick,” I yell, trying not to cry and failing. “How could you do that?”

“How could I what, Bree?”

“A million fucking dollars! And then the pictures that make me look like a fucking whore! After five stupid dates.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “That fucker told you?”

“Seriously?” My pulse is so loud in my ears that I’m sure my head is about to explode. “Yeah, he told me. Because some guys aren’t cowardly little weasels like you are.”

“
Watch it
,” he snaps.

“Fuck you!”

“Goddamn it, Sabrina. I am going to come out there and—”

“No, you aren’t. You are never coming out here to see me again!”

“Try me,” he laughs. There’s a knock at the door. “Hold on,” he tells the bitch.

“No, you try me, you piece of shit. I’ll be at my Mother’s. Show up there, you fucking coward.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Stop being one, then.”

“Bree—”

“Fuck your pet names, Adam. And fuck you.” I hang up on him and start sobbing. My phone rings a mere thirty seconds later. “What?”

“If you need to get laid so bad, I can give you a phone number. There’s this woman, she runs an escort service for high powered women that don’t have time to—”

“Are you trying to set me up with a male prostitute?!?”

“I’m just trying to be reasonable here.”

“Reasonable?” What the hell planet is this guy from? “Is that what you do?”

He huffs. “In a sense.”

“Oh, my God…”

“No feelings. There aren’t any strings attached. It’s a very clean arrangement and women should be able to take advantage of that, too. Fuck what society says.”

“Oh, so you’re a fucking feminist now?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far…”

“I don’t just want sex, Adam! I want love. I want a partner. I want a family.”

“You want kids?”

“Of course I want kids! And I want someone to be there when I get home from a long day, or at least be able to call him.”

“You can call me…”

“No, I fucking can’t,” I sob. “Because I
know
what you’re doing. I try to ignore it, I try to tell myself that it’s just sex and I know for you it is. But you don’t love me, Adam.”

“Yes, I do.

“No, you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t rip my fucking heart out every single day! For all I now, there’s a well fucked prostitute sleeping next to you when you answer the phone. I know there’s one in the next room right now.”

“I sent her away.”

“Oh, how goddamn chivalrous of you.”

“I wish I could say that I’m sorry,” he tells me. “I can’t fucking help it. I can’t take this anymore.”

“No, Adam.
I
can’t take this anymore,” I correct him. “You’ve been doing this the whole time, haven’t you?”

He hesitates, letting out a frustrated breath. “Not to everyone.”

“Just the guys that threaten you, right?”

He growls in response and finally admits, “Yes.”

“Why? Why don’t you want me to be happy?”

“I do. I try to resist, Sabrina, I really do. And sometimes I succeed. But sometimes… I just don’t want to lose you.”

“But you don’t want to have me, either?”

“You know I do.”

“On
your
terms. When the timing is right for
you
. Because who the fuck cares what I want. I’m just supposed to wait around until you’re ready.”

“I am ready. I’ve always been ready. You know how it is.”

“I know that you chose a big pile of money over
us
, Adam. Money,” I hiss. “Money and the fucked up brothers that you would, and I quote, push in front of a bus if they got in your way.”

“It’s not like that with them, it never was. And it’s not just the money, I—”

“Oh, I’m sure there’s a big fucking power trip in it for you. Along with a pile of whores.”

“You’re the one who agreed to stop trying to love other people,” he shoots back defensively.

“No, you
ordered
me to do that. After you restrained and gagged me against my will, hurt me, and then shot your load all over me like a piece of meat, you twisted piece of garbage.”

“Bree…” his voice cracks. “I’m… I’m fucking sorry.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“About that, I actually am.”

“Oh, just about that,” I laugh bitterly. “What about when you first came to see me in college?”

“What did I do then?”

“I figured it out, Adam. I’m not fucking stupid. You sent those pictures to Brent. You set me up that night at that party, had some fucking stranger
drug me
and drag me home.” He inhales sharply, but stays silent. “Do you have any idea what that did to me?”

“Sabrina…”

“I didn’t just lose a boyfriend. I lost
all
my friends. Every damn one of them, college friends that you keep forever, girls I’d still be hanging out with if it weren’t for you. People to network with.”