Glass Heart Hero: A Dark High School Romance by Lindsey Iler (free ebook reader for iphone .TXT) 📕

a tease, Breaker. Give it to me.” She smirks. “Hand over every ounce of the anger. Take it out on me because I can handle it.”

I grip the nape of her neck, collecting her hair in my hand. I hold it tight and plunge inside of her. She winces at the first contact but settles in nicely. Nothing but her hips and hands are keeping her up as I pump in and out of her.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” I lean forward and whisper in her ear. “Desperate for?”

“Yes.” A dark storm brews in her eyes.

Delaney makes me want to demand control, while giving her a little bit of my own. She’s present and alive under my fingers, and nothing will ever be sexier. I’m fully enjoying watching myself slip in and out of her. It’s more than that, though. Lost in my thoughts, taken over by how I feel about Delaney, the mood in the room shifts.

“Did you go tender on me, Breaker Davenport?” She digs her heels into my spine, crushing me to her. I pause, relishing in the way her walls squeeze me.

“Nothing tender about me, baby.” I pull out long enough to roll her over, pressing on her spine until her stomach is flat on the table. My palms glide over her soft skin until my hands wrap around the front of her neck. A spark of excitement ignites her eyes. I cover her like a second skin, barely moving inside of her, and bite down on the skin below her shoulder blade.

My movements start to quicken, and my hand squeezes. She whimpers, shifting until she finds the relief her body aches for, but is too afraid to ask for.

Control isn’t an easy thing for me. When I want something, I take it, and what I want now is to fuck Delaney until we are both spent and panting.

“Do it,” she says, giving me permission.

My dick aches to be inside her again as I walk us to the window. I press her body into the cold glass and fuck her like I mean it. She grips the frame above her head with one hand, desperate for something to steady herself. Her other palm hits the glass, flattening with her submission.

“Fuck!” she says on a breath out as she snakes her arm behind my neck.

My eyes clench shut, and I press my forehead against Delaney’s shoulder. Unwilling to find my release yet, I slow my hips.

“Look at me,” Delaney says, staring at me over her shoulder. Her fingernails dig into my neck. I invite the pain she’s imposing on my body. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”

I grab her face and press my lips into her soft, plush mouth, losing myself in her. In this moment, I know more than ever, this girl is made for me. She’s a perfect complement to me. I’m harsh and mostly made up of shattered pieces. She’s a dangerous kind of perfection.

“I love you,” I whisper between our kisses. “Fuck, I love you, Delaney.”

She doesn’t repeat my words. I don’t need her to. It’s right there between us, screaming out as I do the most intimate thing known to man.

She smiles, because she knows.

Sex has always been easy to me. It’s never been something to cherish, a way to connect. It’s always been a means to an end, and although that’s fun, it’s nothing like allowing her into my body, knowing damn well there’s no other place she’d rather be. Sex with Delaney is being loved, which is something I’ve never truly felt.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Dixon announces as he walks into the kitchen. His eyes are covered, but I shield Delaney’s body. “Nice ass, bro.”

“Not fucking funny, man.” I laugh humorlessly.

Delaney is plastered to the window. “Do you mind, Dix?”

“This can’t wait.” Sorrow seeps into the sigh he releases. “It’s about your dad.”

“My dad or hers?” I ask, sheltering Delaney as she slips from my arms. “Why don’t you wait for us in the living room?” I say before he can answer my first question.

Once we are alone, Delaney gathers our clothes, throwing mine at me. I catch them and dress, while watching the worry in her eyes come to life as she slips on my shirt.

“Whatever it is, we’ll handle it.” I kiss her forehead and lead her towards the living room.

“Whose dad do you think he’s talking about?” she whispers as we walk into the room.

Palmer, Marek, and Dixon are crowded around the laptop on the coffee table. They look up at once, but their focus isn’t on me. The attention is on Delaney. I feel her confidence fade.

“What’s my dad up to?” she asks.

“It’s not only him, Delaney. It’s the DuPonts,” Dixon explains.

Delaney’s hand skims down my arm until her fingers are entwined with mine. “Tell me everything.”

“Your father . . .” Dixon starts, but pain pinches at the corner of his eyes. This isn’t going to be good.

“Delaney, your father”—Palmer rubs her forehead—“your dad, he . . .”

“Will one of you please spit it out?” I scold. The trembling in Delaney’s hand is putting me on edge.

Marek walks over to Delaney and me. He looks at me first. Whatever this is, it’s going to ruin whatever resemblance of a relationship she’s ever had with her father. This isn’t fair. She deserves better.

Marek’s eyes plead with me.

“Tell us, Marek,” I implore.

“You know how we didn’t understand how Henry could get away with what he did? The security alone was such a broad and well-oiled machine, that none of it made sense.”

“What does this have to do with my dad, Marek?” Delaney’s voice wavers.

“Your dad, he’s buying one of the many DuPont family businesses.”

“What for? What business?” I ask, in total darkness.

“Sky Technology International.”

“Will someone please get to the point?” Delaney shouts.

“Sky Technology International is a security company, dealing mostly with cyber and personal security.”

Delaney’s knees buckle as the revelation settles into her mind. Her eyes dart around as she struggles to find