The Breaking Season Read online K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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“Yeah, but…”

“Katherine, you want a baby,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “That’s what this is all about. Let’s stop pretending otherwise. I’m happy to follow the doctor’s orders.”

I blinked. “You are?”

“Yes. I am more than ready to fuck you.”

“I thought you were waiting until I earned it,” I reminded him.

“Oh, darling, you’ve earned it,” he said, his voice raw and throaty.

I shivered at the words. Finally.

He crooked a finger at me. A half-smile on his perfect lips. “Come here.”

He retreated a step at a time, and I uncertainly followed him into the rec room. The room was dark, lit only by recessed lights in the ceiling to illuminate the poker and pool tables.

He stopped me in front of the pool table and twirled his finger. I turned in place, taking direction without comment. He tugged off my jacket, then gradually pulled my shirt over my head. My boots and leggings followed until I was in nothing but La Perla panties.

“Do you remember the first thing you said to me when we started this?” he asked as he gathered up my long, dark hair into his hand. Then, he twisted it into a fist and pulled my head back, baring my neck.

“Yes,” I chirped.

He placed a kiss on my neck. I whimpered against his touch. I did remember, but I didn’t know why he was asking.

“What did you say?” he asked, completely in control but somehow gentler than I’d ever heard one of his commands.

“I said… you were an insufferable ass, and your money couldn’t buy you everything.”

“I decided in that moment that I wanted to break you.” His voice was a sensuous brush against my skin. His hand slid down my stomach, enhancing that touch.

I huffed in a breath. Break me. He wanted to break me.

His hands slipped to the front of my panties, sliding just under the lacy material. I wanted to force his hand lower, but I knew he’d stop.

“I’m sure you think that I meant I wanted to break you—body, mind, and, spirit.” He moved an inch lower, pressing just one digit to my waiting clit. My body was on fire. My mind trying to stay present. “Truth be told, I wanted all those things. But mainly, your will. That thing that writhed under your skin and came out with a vengeance anytime I talked to you.”

He slicked his finger through my wetness and began to lazily circle my clit. I was caught between wanting to argue and wanting this so fucking bad. But I couldn’t stop my mouth from retaliating.

“My will could never be broken,” I ground out.

He didn’t stop at the words. Just breathed a laugh against my neck and pushed his fingers down so he could tease the opening to my pussy. “Oh, I could have broken your will, but I realized that as it fractured, I didn’t want that. I didn’t want you to become a shell of yourself.”

“What do you want?” I barely managed to get the words out as he slipped a finger inside of me.

“I want to shatter your mask,” he whispered against my skin. “I want to break down all those walls you put up against the world. So, when you look at me, the only thing I see is the real Katherine Van Pelt and not the pretender who parades around the Upper East Side.”

He released me, and I stumbled forward against the pool table. I gasped slightly at the loss of him, coupled with his words. How had he done this to me? My walls were down. Any I’d had left disintegrated at our conversation. I’d spent so long building them that I hadn’t known if I could even take them down.

“You’ve succeeded,” I breathed, turning slowly to look at him. “It’s just me.”

He cupped my cheek, firm but tender. “Good.”

Camden released me long enough to undress, and I watched his glorious body materialize. The gorgeous contours of his chest, the tempting V at his waist, the powerful structure of his legs, the muscular arms that so often held me in command. Everything I wanted. Just not what I’d known. Not with all my walls. Not as we had been. Finally, he stepped out of his boxers, revealing his cock to me.

I stepped forward, eager for him.

“Touch me,” he said before I could get myself in trouble.

I took his cock in my hand and ran it down the smooth, strong length. At my touch, his cock was hard and pulsing. He was as ready for me as I was for him.

Camden immediately grew impatient. He hefted me up and set me down on the pool table—at the perfect height for his taking.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he told me.

I saw sincerity in his eyes. He actually wanted this. Not just sex, but… me. Camden Percy wanted me. Just me.


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