Shatter Me Series Spice Level Novels & Stories

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

“Arrghhhhhhhh,” I scream into my pillow as I talk to Dawn, Lala, and Bethany on a W******p group call. “What if I never see him again?” He was so... Ay. Ay. Ay... drop dead goooorrggggg... Those dirty, sinful thoughts alone soaked my panties. “Yessss! My girl is back in the game like she never left! New highlights, lips glossed, and the universe trembling!" Lala shouts.

I was almost too afraid to acknowledge him. "Mr. Goldberg, this is a family matter," Harvey said, sensing that something was wrong. He tried to pull his hand back but found Spencer's strength terrifying. The bones in his wrist began to creak. A sharp crack, the unmistakable sound of bone breaking, echoed through the rainy night. Harvey collapsed to his knees with a scream, cold sweat drenching his forehead. Spencer released Harvey's hand as if he were discarding trash. Then, he pulled out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped each finger that had touched Harvey.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Princess." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Jace... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

I needed to be alone to see if this would work. As I walked, I mentally scrolled to the page in the book I needed. A shatter spell. It was pretty simple. But it had rules attached. It could cause no physical harm. If it did, it would rebound three times stronger back to the caster. So practice was necessary. I picked a big rock, and with a flick of my hand and a quick mumbling of the spell, it violently shattered, sending shards everywhere. Well, that would kill Amara. I turned to the next, but someone had come running, and I froze.

Hard. “Come.” She shattered. Her orgasm was silent at first. Then a long, broken scream tore out of her. Her cunt clamped down around me in violent spasms. Her back arched off the platform. Her legs shook. Paint smeared everywhere. Her juices mixed with the colour and ran down her ass. I fucked her through it. Hard. Deep. Milking every last pulse from her body. When she finally collapsed, limp and trembling, I pulled out. I stroked myself twice.

“Come with us, flame. Now.” They shattered me a third time, Zephyr burying deep and spilling hot inside me with a broken groan, his hips jerking as he flooded my pussy. Kalyx followed seconds later, aiming for my open mouth, his release hitting my tongue in salty bursts that I swallowed greedily, the rest streaking my chin and chest.

The coil inside me, wound so tight for so long, finally snaps. My climax explodes. It's not a wave; it's a supernova. A silent, screaming rush of pure ecstasy that whites out my vision and shatters my senses. My body convulses around him, milking his length in a series of violent, uncontrollable spasms. My back arches, a broken cry ripped from my throat.