Broken (#1) Read Online Free Book by A.E. Murphy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
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The looks of wonder as his pleasure builds, the smiles when I moan, the scrunching of the eyes and shudders when he feels particularly sensitive. All of these I burn onto my brain. All of them I’ll never forget and all of them I want to see again.

When he orgasms, he thrusts in deep; a little too deep but I don’t care. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs and hold him as tightly to me as possible. His member thickens and grows inside of me, it heats and throbs. I feel it all. I hear his moans and groans before finally releasing my name with his pleasure on a choked cry.

Collapsing on top of me I feel him softening inside. It’s not uncomfortable but it is definitely weird.

“Are you okay?” I ask and trail my fingers up his back.

“Give me a second, I need to find my way back from heaven,” he pants, his chest heaving against mine as he tries to catch his breath.

I laugh and cringe as he slips out with more fluid than should be possible, leaving me feeling empty and hollow but blissfully happy.

“Ewww,” I remark and feel his body begin to shake. “Don’t laugh at me, that’s kind of gross.”

He only laughs harder, “I’ll clean you up. Stay there.”

“Kay,” I respond and keep perfectly still, not liking the feel of the gooey wetness between my thighs.

When he finally cleans me up the smile on his face is huge. He even holds up the damp cloth to show me my red blood mixed with the other bodily fluids. “Stop giving me that face. It’s beautiful.”

“I think we have different opinions on beauty,” I state and roll out of bed, glaring at the pink stain in the centre. “Damn it. These are Egyptian cotton.”

“Oops, I never thought about that,” he apologizes and strips the sheet off the bed. “Sit. I’ll deal with this.”

And deal with it he does.

Finally we curl up in bed and I’m exhausted. It doesn’t stop him from bringing me to orgasm once more though. He would’ve done it twice but I was too sated and sore to go again.

My head rests on his chest, his arms hold me tightly and after a few sweetly whispered words and gentle caresses, we finally fall asleep. Best night of my life.

Chapter Four

The weeks fly by and our relationship only gets stronger. I begin my advanced culinary and baking and even make two new friends, Sasha who’s a stunning blonde with startling blue eyes and Tommy who’s extremely handsome with mousy brown hair and brown eyes.

At first when I told Caleb about him he got jealous.

I remember just striking up conversation on how Tommy had taken myself and Sasha for coffee. He flipped.

No… he freaked.

“What do you mean he took you for coffee?” He frowns, looking impossibly cute.

I slide onto his lap and roll my eyes, “It’s just coffee, he’s a nice guy, you’ll like him.”

“No I won’t,” he pouts but his smile is slowly returning.

“Why’s that?”

“Because he gets your attention when I don’t.”

I giggle and slap his arm.

“Abuser! Abuser!”

“Stop it,” I laugh and slam my lips onto his. “Quickie before class?”

“No,” he’s pouting again.

“Since when don’t you want a quickie?”

“Since you started dating another man.”

I laugh again, my entire body shaking, “Then you better mark me where he can see and cover me in your scent. Just in case.”

His grin is wicked and alluring, I want to lick it. “Hell yeah.” I’m up over his shoulder before I have a chance to blink. He slaps my arse and carries me up the stairs. “By the time I’m done you aren’t even going to remember his name.”

“Who’s?”

“Good girl,” he smiles whilst pushing inside after moving my pants to the side. “That’s better.”

“Mm.”

A year goes by, I’m officially twenty and Caleb has thrown me a party. I feel bad because he looks a bit peaky but insists he’s okay. He’s been suffering with migraines a lot recently but his mood seems to pick up when he’s ill, rather than get worse. Which is weird.

I’ve never known a person be so happy about being ill. Maybe it’s because of the way I slave over him.

“Over here!” Sasha screeches from the stage. We’ve hired out a bar for my birthday bash and I’m happy to see all of my friends have come. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

I look down at my tight gold over the shoulder dress and nod my agreement, “I know right?”

“SHOTS!” I hear Tommy shout from somewhere near the bar.

I dance with my girl and wave at Caleb who is stood by Tommy. He winks at me, throws his head back and cringes as the fluid burns his throat. Tommy laughs and slaps him on the back, I can’t hear what they’re saying but I can see them talking about something that is probably a secret. Hm. What’s that all about?



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