Breaking Me In- The Complete Series Page 3

  “A good job” He spat the words. “Yes, I suppose that was a good job.”

  My eyebrows knit together. I was at a loss for words.

  William broke the uncomfortable exchange. “Our deadline is right around the corner.”

  Mark sneered. “And? What should we do about it?”

  As confused as I was by Mark’s behavior, it was a good question. What were we going to do?

  “Alice has a lot more to learn and I need to work on hiding my connection to her. We need more practice. A lot more.”

  Eyes dark with emotion still, Mark shrugged, obviously pretending not to care. “Fine. More practice. I’ll see you tomorrow, Alice. Will.”

  He stormed out of the room. I turned to William again. “What did you mean when you said I had more to learn?”

  William’s mouth smirked, small and sexy. “Oh, dear Alice. I’m afraid you are in a crash course on many sexual things. Our intel has let us know that Salvatore has, well, eclectic tastes in the bedroom. We’ll need to prepare you, and me, for whatever fetish he wants.”

  “Fetish?” My heart was racing. What did he mean?

  “Rest now. You’ll need it. Tomorrow will be an interesting training day.”

  He left me then, still sore from making love to Mark and terrified of the events tomorrow would bring.

  Chapter Four

  “Goddamnit, Alice.” William growled. I had inadvertently pushed him out of my mind again. Salvatore was coming in two days to claim his prize—me—and I was nowhere near ready for it.

  Tensions ran high as we waited on Mark, who was three hours late for our practice session. William’s rugged, handsome face was twisted in frustration. It was still beautiful. And Mark… My body heated as I remembered our last encounter. William had slipped into my mind, controlling my body, trying to mold me into a seductive spy and the vessel for his extracting abilities. It had been beyond intimate to let him all of the way into my mind, allowing him to manipulate my body as I lost my virginity. Mark, another psychic wall like me, had been the one to actually take my V card. In my mind, I could still feel his massive cock between my legs… which made it so, so difficult to practice letting William into my mind.

  I understood why we needed to practice, but it didn’t make practicing any easier. William was a rare psychic, someone who could not only read other’s minds with a touch, but also project himself into a willing mind to control their body. However, we learned when he was inside of my mind that he also experienced the sensations I was feeling. When I felt the full-bodied orgasms Mark had given me, so did William. If we couldn’t get his “poker face” worked on, our target would know something was up the minute I felt any pleasure. We wouldn’t be able to extract the information needed to complete our mission.

  We needed Mark, plain and simple. To be truthful, I wanted Mark there for more than just practice. I remembered the look on his face before he had left William and I the last time; confused and in pain. A large part of me needed to know where those emotions came from after we had shared such an incredible and, I have to admit, supremely pleasurable experience. Mark had made my body, under William’s control, feel like it had never felt before.

  Although we were doing this with a goal in mind, a fire had been lit in my belly and I wanted nothing more than to experience sex with both men again.

  All of these thoughts had me so distracted that I kept pushing William out of my mind. My psychic nature as a wall, someone who blocked thoughts, meant my instincts were inclined to keep William out. It took a great deal of concentration to lower my mental shields and allow him to manipulate my body.

  Slam. The shields went back up and I immediately felt the loss of William in my mind. Instead of cursing this time, he just stared at me, his frustration palpable.

  Don’t look at me, buddy. I’m new to this whole seductive spy shit.

  “I’m taking a break. You really need to focus, Alice. This is important.” He wasn’t even trying to hide the irritation in his voice. I watched William disappear, leaving me along in our practice room. “Practice room” was a weird way to describe the sultry room, with walls painted red and an enormous bed in the middle, complete with silk sheets.

  Where the hell is Mark? I wouldn’t be lost in circles of thought if he was here, and William wouldn’t be mad at me. Instead I could be spread-eagled on the bed, letting the two men take my body to incredible heights. My pussy ached a little at the thought.

  It was time to go look for him. We were staying in the fake brothel front set up for the mission. That meant pretty close quarters. Mark couldn’t be far and chances were he was in his room. Making up my mind, I decided to go look for him instead of pouting and waiting on one or both of the men I was supposed to be working with to show back up.

  The hallways were long and elegant in their simplicity. Rooms were set alternating down the hall, each a different color and theme to please “clients” and their tastes. We didn’t have any real clients, just Salvatore. I shuddered when I remembered his sneer and huge, flabby body, and his delight in discovering I was a virgin. Jokes on you, asshole. That cherry was picked. My heart warred with wanting to do a mission well and prove myself and the absolute disgust Salvatore made me feel.

  It’s just one mission. You’ll pretend he’s Mark, William will be with you, and Walker will be super impressed. Walker, the head of our mission, was kind of an idol to a lot of the new female recruits, including me.

  The boys quarter was off of the main row of rooms. From the sounds of it, most of the others in the group were gone, probably in a meeting with Walker, our leader. I could hear music coming from behind just one of the doors. Mark.

  I knocked gently. Through the door I heard a soft grunt. As I opened it, I wanted to moan. Mark was in his room, shirtless, doing push-ups on the floor. Muscles rippled along his lithe back, rivulets of sweat dripping from the hair flopping in his face.

  “What do you want?” He barked, never stopping the fluid press-up and lower-down of his exercise.

  “We were supposed to practice three hours ago.” I moved in and shut the door behind me.

  “So?” He grunted, his pace beginning to slow. I could see tiny tremors in his arms as they strained.

  “So you were supposed to be there.”

  “You don’t need me anymore. I did my job.”

  Sitting on his bed, I just waited. I watched as the tremors became shakes and his inhalations became ragged. Finally he stopped, sitting back on his heels and looking at me. I loved how his hair was plastered to his forehead, the soaked, curly mop a testament to his hard work.

  “You didn’t just do a ‘job,’ Mark. And I thought that there was more.”

  “More? What more could there be? You were a virgin, now you’re not. You can go slut it up with Salvatore and do the damned job.”

  If he had slapped me it wouldn’t have hurt anymore than his words.

  “I’m just doing the mission, Mark. I didn’t ask for any of this.”

  “Maybe not, but I bet you love it. You’ll be a star if this works out, you know. And probably getting plenty of accolades from William.” He spat the name. “Everyone will admire you for letting yourself get so fucking used. But you know who else is getting used? Me.”

  His face red, Mark lay on his back and began doing crunches. I sat with my mouth open. Did he think I was doing this for glory?

  “Mark…”

  He paused, mid-crunch. “Just don’t.” He was shutting me out.

  I couldn’t leave it alone. I stood and went to him. When he wouldn’t look at me or stop his work-out I felt a little anger begin to bubble in me. It roiled in my stomach and I felt my face begin to heat. I had come to find out what was wrong, but I hadn’t expected to be yelled at. Hell, I was there to be nice to him, and he was being a jerk.

  Before he could stop me, I sat down. On his firm, muscular chest. I could feel the dampness of his sweat beginning to soak through my pants.

  “What the fuck do y
ou think you’re doing?” He sounded mad; he also didn’t try to move me off of him.

  “You don’t get to do that.” I jabbed a finger into his slick sternum. He didn’t even wince.

  “Do what?”

  “Unleash all of your hurt onto me and then kick me out. That isn’t fair.”

  “Life isn’t fair, didn’t you know?”

  Yeah, I know a lot about that.

  Blinking, I tried so hard to keep a tear from falling, but it escaped and slid down my cheek. “This situation isn’t fair. To me. Or to you. I’m sorry.” More tears followed, some dripping off of my chin to splash on his chest. It embarrassed me to be crying. Mark and I were walls: We don’t show emotion. But in that moment, the situation was overwhelming and compounded with Mark’s cruelty, I couldn’t help it. I tried to reel in the tears, but I had hit the point of no return.

  He did move then, sitting up. He was strong—I couldn’t have kept him pinned for long. I slid down until I was on his lap, his arms circled around me, my face pressed into his neck.

  “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.” His voice had lost all anger, a soothing whisper now.

  Sniffling, I pulled back so I could look at him. It should have been weird, maybe, to be this close to him. But we had been closer before and somehow this felt normal.

  “I don’t understand why you’re mad at me.”

  He sighed. I reached out and pushed his hair from his eyes.

  “I’m not mad at you. Not exactly. I’m mad that they’re asking this of you. The mission was a failure, they shouldn’t have let it go this far.”

  “It’s what we’re trained to do.”

  “No. It is what they’re trained to do. The extractors. We aren’t supposed to let our bodies be used just so we might get some information that is useful. You know what? They shouldn’t have to either. There’s spying, and then there is being a whore for your government. That’s what they’re making you. A whore… and you are so much better than that.”

  My stomach clenched. I wasn’t being turned into a whore, was I?

  “What do you mean, I’m better than that?”

  Mark leaned in, his lips brushing my cheek so lightly a shudder went down my spine. “I mean you are too smart…” he kissed my neck, “too sexy…” he nipped my collar bone, “too good to be caught up in their shit.”

  I gasped as I felt his fingers began to sneak under my shirt, skimming my waist. Confusion rocked me- was this the same guy who was just calling me a whore?

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m kissing you.” And he did then, kissing my mouth. His soft lips pressed onto mine and I sighed into the kiss, opening for him. We weren’t supposed to be doing this. We were on a mission, teammates. There was no room for romance.

  I broke from his demanding mouth, frustrated because I had to. I wanted more, but I didn’t know what we were doing. My skin felt flushed and I could feel his erection growing between my legs.

  “I thought you were just doing a job, Mark.”

  “You know that isn’t true. I’ve always wanted you.”

  Oh.

  “I didn’t know.”

  “I’m a wall, remember? We don’t share our emotions, even if we should.”

  He was right about that. We were taught from a very young age to keep emotions, wants, and desires tucked deep inside, away from where they could interfere with the job.

  “You’ve always been so serious, so beautiful. You were more focused in school than anyone I knew. I had never seen anyone apply themselves so much to one thing. You intoxicated me. But you’ve always been so focused you never noticed me.”

  “Besides,” he continued, “you’re a good girl. Best in the class and all that. I didn’t want to, I don’t know…”

  “Didn’t want to what?”

  “Corrupt you.”

  I closed my eyes. The room suddenly felt very hot and I was dizzy. We were still so close together, my legs squeezing his sides, his erection pressing through my pants into my behind. I had been a good girl, he was right. All of my life had been spent doing the right thing, studying, working to be the best wall I could be. I never took time to think about what I wanted.

  “Maybe I need you. To corrupt me.”

  Mark growled in frustration. “Why!? So you can go fuck Salvatore like a good girl?”

  “No. Because I don’t want to be a good girl, Mark. I want to be a woman. There is literally nothing in this situation with Salvatore that I can control. I won’t even be able to control my body when I’m with that man. But I can control my sexuality, and damn it, I want to be able to feel good because it is my choice.”

  Chapter Five

  His lips crushed mine then, a hard and fervent kiss that left me bruised and wanting. My fingers wrapped into his hair, my nails scratching his scalp enough to make him hiss.

  “Ok. Let’s make you a little dirtier, good girl.” His voice rumbled in my ear and I felt it in my pussy, a direct line creating the tight and aching need for him to fulfill that promise.

  My mouth slanted across his, opening for his tongue to sweep in. Our tongues played, our teeth crashed. It wasn’t a smooth kiss, but it was so full of intensity and need that my body reacted, my skin desperate to be touched and my cleft flooding with arousal for him.

  His fingers hooked under my shirt and pulled it off. Slowly we wrestled, shifting hips and arms, until we were a tangle of naked limbs. He lifted me to the bed. My tongue darted out and swept along his chest, taking his hard nipple into my mouth. He tasted of salt and man, driving me crazy.

  I pressed Mark to his back, moving back to his nipples, flicking them with my tongue. I loved the hard, pebble feel of them under my tongue. Slowly, I snaked my way down his body, kissing and nibbling at his hard abs. I traced the oh-so-sexy “V” with my tongue, taking care to tease him as I drew wet lines near his rigid erection without touching it. I had wanted to take his cock in my mouth our first time, but William had been in control of my body.

  My hand grabbed the base of him. His skin was smooth and soft, but his cock was rock hard. I loved the velvet steel feel of him in my palm. His breath hitched when I stroked him and his eyes, dark with lust, watched my every move.

  Tentatively, I licked the bead of precum from the tip. Mark’s hips lifted from the bed and he groaned in response.

  “Oh God, Alice, yes.”

  It was all the encouragement I needed to take him as far as I could into my mouth. He was big, his cock stretching my lips. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing through my nose as my mouth inched further down, continuing to take inch by inch of him into my mouth.

  When no more could fit, I slurped my way up, my hand following and getting coated in my saliva. Up and down my hand and mouth went, my tongue sweeping the underside of his cock as I moved.

  Mark’s fingers drug through my hair, grasping and tugging at my roots. I snuck my free hand between my legs and began to circle my swollen clit.

  “Alice, I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth now.”

  The words thrilled me. Yes. This was what I wanted. I wanted to let him use me, use my mouth, because I felt powerful being able to give him such pleasure.

  His grip in my hair tightened and he held my head still. Mark’s hips began to buck off of the bed, his cock pushing deep into my throat. He hit my gag reflex and I worked to subdue it, inhaling deeply as he withdrew and moaning as he plunged back in. His cock was pushing in so hard the sides of my mouth were becoming sore and raw, but as my fingers danced around my clit, rubbing it, sliding in my juices, I relished the little bit of pain.

  Mark grunted and quickly pulled out, his breathing hard.

  “You’re a naughty girl, Alice. Where did you learn how to do that?”

  I laughed. I had asked him the same thing when he had gone down on me. William had shared that first orgasm with me, the one Mark’s talented mouth had given me.

  “I guess I’m a fast learner.”

  Too quickly for me to de
fend myself, Mark was up and manhandling me. He pushed me onto all fours, my elbows and forearms supporting my weight on the bed.

  “I’m going to spank you now for being such a bad girl. And then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

  My head jerked around to look at him, my eyes wide with fear. “Mark, no. Not there!”

  “I thought you wanted to be corrupted.” His hand came down on my ass, hard. Instantly my ass cheek felt hot and stung.

  “I do, but…” Slap! Another strike on my other cheek.

  “But what?”

  “You’re too big! You won’t fit!”

  His large, strong hand struck my cheeks three more times. The pain was intense, but my clit began to throb and moisture rushed to my cleft. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to get some relief.

  “No you don’t.” Mark used his knees to push my legs wide. The cold air was a shock to my wet pussy. Not as much a shock, though, as when he pushed two fingers into me roughly. I almost came from the sudden violation.

  His fingers began to pump in and out. I moaned and wiggled my hips, wanting more.

  “Mark, please. Fuck me like this.”

  “Like this?” He shoved a third finger into me. I loved how stretched I felt around him. His fingers began to fuck me faster, my juices making it slick and easy for him.

  “Ooooh, yessssss. Like that.”

  I felt stretched again. He had added a fourth finger. I had never known so many fingers could fit into me.

  “If you can take four fingers in this hole, Alice, you can take my cock up your ass.”

  I gasped, his words making me dizzy. I was so close to coming. I felt his other hand move down my back. He pushed between my shoulder blades, pinning me down to the mattress. His other hand fucked me furiously. I could hear the squelching.

  “Can you? Can you take my big cock up your tight ass?”

  It was hard to imagine Mark, sweet, cherub-faced Mark barking these words to me.

  “You wanted to be corrupted, Alice. Do you want me to put my cock up your ass?”