Beautifully Destroyed – Beautifully Broken Read Online Michelle Heard

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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I cover her breasts with my hands and squeeze, the feel of her against my palms making me feel drunk as she keeps riding me.

So fucking hot.

I start to thrust, matching her sexy rhythm.

Finlay pushes my shirt up, exposing my chest. Her hands roam over my skin, her touch desperate. “I need more,” she whispers pleadingly, her voice tight with her desire for me.

Reaching into my pants, I position my cock over my abdomen, then pulling my hand out, I shove it down the front of Finlay’s leggings and spread her open. “Ride me, baby,” I demand, keeping my voice soft as I pull my hand out of her pants, pressing her down on me.

“Oh… God,” she hums, her hips picking up speed.

Watching Finlay take her pleasure from my body is intoxicating.

With my hands on her hips, I help her keep the pace as she grinds down on my cock until pleasure rockets through me. I clench my teeth, fighting back a groan.

Fuck. So good.

Finlay's breaths become nothing more than gasps as she loses the rhythm, her pelvis jerking against me as I empty my load inside my sweatpants.

Intense tingles tighten every muscle in my body. I can’t fucking breathe from the orgasm ripping through me, my cock pulsing beneath her.

She slumps down on top of me, breathless and spent. Her breasts against my chest make residual pleasure pulse through me.

My heart thunders in my chest, and it takes a good couple of minutes before I start to recover from the ecstasy that just rocked my world.

Christ, I’ll probably pass out when I get to come inside Finlay.

I lift her off of me, and she just rolls onto her back, a huge grin on her face as I get up and dig through the bag Mom packed me for clean sweatpants. I change into them, shoving the other pair to the bottom of the bag while Finlay pulls her shirt back on.

Lying down again, she snuggles into my side and lets out a happy sigh. “That was… wow.”

“You can say that again,” I whisper.

“That was wow.”

Letting out a chuckle, my body feels relaxed. Finlay just took care of the residual tension in my muscles. In the best way possible.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I take a deep breath of her scent. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

“Hmm,” she mumbles, already drifting off.

Chapter 30

FINLAY

The definition of happiness? Ethan Jackson.

Sitting on Ethan’s porch with Quinn and Nina, I watch as the men play volleyball on the beach. They’re tackling each other more than they’re hitting the ball.

Ethan takes down his dad, and it has Nina laughing, “You’re getting old, Alex.”

He shoves Ethan off of him and scowls at his wife. “Did you just call me old?”

“Oh shit,” she chuckles, and getting up, she darts into the house with Alex taking the stairs two at a time as he goes after her.

Earlier, the men repaired all the damage to the kitchen, and we decided to have a BBQ to clear the shadows left in the wake of the incident. Sheriff Miller came to tell us my rapist’s name was Luke Munro. They found hundreds of photos Luke took of me in his apartment, as well as all the evidence of when he raped me. Sheriff Miller said they think Luke saw me at the bookstore I was working at and became obsessed with me.

It’s been four days, and there’s still a bitter taste in my mouth, but it gets easier. Knowing he’s dead, I feel like I can finally move on. The closure helped heal a lot of the trauma.

“How dare you all have fun without me,” Uncle Josh suddenly roars as he comes around the corner of the house.

“Daddy!” Quinn’s up and rushing down the stairs, throwing herself into his arms.

Climbing to my feet, I head down and give Uncle Josh a hug.

“You’re back early,” Quinn grins.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Uncle Josh’s eyes sweep over me. Dad must’ve told him what happened. “You okay, sweetheart?”

With a smile, I nod. “More than okay.”

“That’s good.” He wraps his arm around Quinn and greets the other men.

Ethan comes over to me, and even though it’s a cold winter’s day, he’s sweaty from all the exercise. My eyes drift over the bruises on his face, and when he’s close enough, I lift on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his jaw, careful not to hurt him.

He pulls me into a hug, tucking my head beneath his chin.

“You going to get the grill ready?” Eli asks him.

“No. I’m happy standing like this all day long. If you want to eat, you can fire up the grill.” There’s a playful tone to his voice, drawing a happy sigh from me.

“Who needs food?” I mumble, burrowing closer.

“I do,” Dad chuckles. “I’ll help, Eli. Let Ethan relax.”

Dad’s been super protective of Ethan. I swear, if anyone tries to start a fight with Ethan, Dad would probably go crazy on them.


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