Three Ways to Break Me

Derrick had just returned from his two months work trip, and it didn’t take long to realize he hadn’t lost his usual confidence in the bedroom. I waited for him, relaxed and expectant, to step out of the bathroom.

He was my husband in every way that mattered, and the connection between us had always been intense.

The water stopped, and a moment later, he appeared at the doorway. The look he gave me said he already understood exactly what I wanted—or maybe, needed.

“I didn’t know you missed me this much,” he said playfully, stepping closer, his presence filling the room.

I was only wearing my satin nightgown, the thin straps barely clinging to my shoulders as I watched his eyes slowly travel over me. The hunger in them sent heat rushing through my body instantly.

“What took you so long?” I murmured, biting my lower lip, adjusting my position on the bed.

Derrick chuckled under his breath and climbed onto the bed, naked as he was, one hand sliding over my thigh possessively. “Two months away, and this is the welcome I get?” he asked. “I should travel more often.”

“Don’t you dare!” I rasped, though with no true conviction.

He laughed softly again before pulling me closer against his chest. The warmth of his skin, the scent of soap and cologne still lingering from his shower, made me melt into him immediately. For a moment, everything felt normal again—safe, intimate, ours.

His fingers brushed my cheek gently, but his expression shifted as though something had crossed his mind.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

I forced a smile. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Derrick studied me for a second too long, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. He always noticed the smallest changes in me, even when I tried hiding them.

“Melinda,” he said softly, “you’ve been distant on the phone these past few days.”

My mind skipped something.

The message from earlier that evening flashed through my mind again.

He’s back.

I quickly wrapped my arms around Derrick’s neck, kissing him before he could ask another question. He responded instantly, pulling me onto his lap as if he had missed breathing itself.

But even while kissing my husband, fear crawled beneath my skin.

Because somewhere in this city, someone from my past had returned to collect the promise I once made so carelessly.

But right now, I didn't care much—I was with my husband, and he'd give me the only pleasure that I'd kill for if needed to get from him.

His hands slid for the hem of my gown, pulling it over my head and threw it away, leaving as human as he was...

"Give me those..." he growled. I knew exactly what he wanted. I grabbed one of my plump flesh in my hand, bringing it closer for his mouth to taste it... Satisfying his voracious appetite. He started sucking it... nipping my nipple like a baby hungry for milk.

“Aaah—” I moaned softly, my fingers curling into his damp hair as he kissed along my skin with slow, teasing patience that drove me completely insane.

Derrick looked up at me with that dangerous grin I had missed for two whole months.

“There’s my bad girl,” he murmured.

The way he said it always did something to me. Like I belonged nowhere else except in his arms.

And it was true—I'd kill to belong to him!

I pulled him closer immediately, my legs wrapping around his waist while his hands settled firmly on my hips. The city lights beyond the bedroom windows painted gold across his skin, making him look unreal—strong, warm, addictive.

He lowered us onto the bed, his present erection was overwhelming between my thighs. The heat between us built slowly, deliberate and unhurried. Derrick was never the rushing type—he took his time, letting every moment linger between anticipation and restraint.

We kept kissing until the world around us blurred, every breath tangled together. When he tried to pull away, I bit his lower lip, keeping his mouth locked on mine. But I'd to let go the moment I realized his cock was already probing my wetty pussy.

"Take it in!" I murmured desperately, grabbing his muscular hips tight. The shaft started with an inch, and went down a few inches more... untill I found myself gaping, embracing him tight without making a sound. His cock was always laborious for me when it came to accommodate it whole in side me.

He pulled me closer, and for a moment, everything slowed—breath, thought, and time itself. A sharp inhale escaped me as the whole shaft thrusted into me to its neck, feeling his balls outside my vagina as I clung to him tightly, lost in the intensity of the moment as everything else faded away.

“Damn…” he groaned softly against my neck, holding still for a second as though trying not to lose control too quickly.

I buried my face against his shoulder, breathless already.

“More...” I whispered, sheepishly.

Derrick began slowly at first, each deep thrust deliberate, powerful enough to leave my thoughts scattered completely. The bed creaked softly beneath us while his lips moved along my jaw and neck between rough breaths.

I could only cling to him helplessly.

Two months without him had made me forget how consuming he could be—how easily he unraveled me with this simple act.

“You missed this?” he murmured huskily near my ear.

I nodded immediately, unable to form proper words anymore.

Derrick loved watching me lose composure beneath him; I could see it in the way his eyes stayed locked on my face, drinking in every reaction.

His hand slid down my waist, gripping my thigh as he pushed deeper, earning another broken moan from me.

But beneath all the pleasure, that uneasy feeling still lingered somewhere inside me.

The message.

The promise.

He's found me...

He wasn’t supposed to find me! I lied everything about myself to him, It must be a prank or something. But it was only he who knew the name... I never tell anyone of that name—It wasn't necessarily for anyone to know!

Kitty Cat!!

How did he find me? It was impossible to find someone with fake ID and name and life and everything... especially when separated with thousands of miles to cover.

For a brief second, as my mind drifted there again, Derrick noticed instantly.

He slowed.

His brows furrowed slightly as he stared down at me. “You did it again.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You disappeared.” His voice was calmer now, more observant than heated. “Right in the middle of this... Girl, have you been this stressful when I was gone?”

I forced a laugh, brushing my fingers through his hair. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?”

The room suddenly felt quieter.

Derrick leaned down, resting his forehead lightly against mine while his breathing slowly steadied. Even now, with desire burning between us, he looked at me like a man trying to solve a puzzle.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” he asked softly.

Guilt twisted painfully in my stomach. Even after agreeing to this contractual marriage, neither of us truly knew the other’s darker side—and once again, I was the one who felt like I was hiding something.

But I would never let him discover what lay buried in my past. If he ever did, everything would change. No—let it stay buried.

That I once dated a dangerous man… and swindled him. If my husband ever learned the truth, he would finally see the real image of the woman he had married, and our relationship would take a far darker turn than either of us was prepared for.

And I can’t lose Derrick. No matter how flawed or untrustworthy I might be, I knew I can’t let him go. He was the only true love I have ever known in this forsaken world, and I intended to keep him—no matter what it cost me.