All Chapters of Break Me Apart (MxM): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RENATO MARINO Was I pathetically lonely? Or did what happened today mess with my head so much that I can’t think straight anymore? Or maybe it was the fact that I went on a six-hour drive, only to turn back around when I saw my brother entering his apartment with some random guy clinging to him like a fucking leech. The thought of my nephews being in danger, while my brother was busy enjoying himself without a care in the world, made me so mad I could've walked over there and put a fucking bullet in his head. Yet, I had turned my engine back on and drove off like the fucking pussy I was. I was mad – no, that's an understatement. I was fucking infuriated! When I got back home, I was boiling over with anger, and all I wanted was to check on Jayce, hoping his familiar face would somehow calm me down. But instead of soothing my fury, he only intensified it, making me feel even angrier. Chocolate had handed me his phone, and inside, I found a chat he'd been having with a fe

RENATO MARINO Fabric fluttered to the floor as Jayce carelessly discarded his clothes, and I shot him a disapproving glare. His fingers trembled slightly as he hooked them together, his intense gaze locked on mine. I hated mess, and my initial instinct was to scold him for the scattered clothes, to tell him to pick them up, fold them neatly, and place them on the table. However, as my eyes involuntarily drifted to his groin, I saw his erection straining against his navel, and my annoyance melted away. The mess on the floor was forgotten.As I gazed at Jayce, his chiseled physique struck me like a masterpiece. The sculpted lines of his abdomen seemed almost otherworldly, beckoning me to reach out and explore every contour. My fingers itched to wrap around his waist again, to feel the warmth of his skin and the definition of his muscles. I yearned to trace the curves and ridges of his body with my tongue, to commit every detail to memory and savor the sensation of his presence.Inst

JAYCE BECKETT It feels good.Feels so fucking good."I'm close." Renato groaned, sucking my throat, his body trembling against mine.Or could it be my body trembling against his?The fucking lost some of its edge, too, and when he reached between us to get me off, I trembled from the force of my orgasmic cry.“Fuck! So sexy!” he repeated over and over as his cum poured through me, painting me, using me as its canvas.Renato climbed off me, and I moved to my stomach, feeling betrayed by the moon that basked in the glory of the darkness. I never noticed the moon was out and glowing until I was coming down from the high of my release.Renato returned with a warm washcloth, praying for strength when he spread my sticky thighs to see me covered in his semen. The rag dragged from my testicles to the top of my cleft, getting rid of the evidence of our intimate.Renato must have enjoyed cleaning me so much that he couldn't help but play with my entrance. I might have been a slut in my past

JAYCE BECKETT I waited anxiously for Cole to tell me what was going on. I couldn't even recall when I stood up from the couch and crossed over to where he was sitting.His eyes were pinned on mine, looking at me with that guilty look that made my heart beat so fast I was afraid I was going to go crazy if he didn't start speaking.Thinking of the past few hours I had spent away from home, away from my only family, I felt like banging my head against the wall.What if something had happened? What if Curtis suddenly had a seizure when I wasn't there? What if no one was here to attend to him in that moment? What if I should have come home straight immediately I woke up?But I was busy having sex with Renato Marino, my goddamn enemy, instead of coming home to Curtis."No!" I grunted, shaking my head frantically. "What if I hadn't been so foolish to get myself knocked out by that bastard in the first place?"I would never forgive myself if anything happened to that poor boy."Hey, hey." I

JAYCE BECKETT Worry, and another unfamiliar feeling, twisted and turned in the pit of my stomach. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my ears straining as I focused on the traffic, trying to tune in to any sound other than the frantic beating of my heartbeat in my chest.A large, warm hand gripped my thigh, squeezing it gently with care. I knew exactly whose hand it was, but I turned my gaze to Cole anyway, and our eyes met as he stared back at me with concern etched on his face."Are you scared?" he asked, his hand rubbing my inner thigh as his eyes remained fixed on my face. Even when I returned my gaze to the traffic, I could still feel Cole's intense stare on me. This wouldn't be my first time meeting Cole's fathers; I'd been to their mansion so many times I'd lost count. After losing my parents, I spent most holidays at Cole's fathers' mansion, initially with my sister, and later, just me and her son. I had grown accustomed to the place, so I shouldn't be scared.But this was