Unforgivably Broken (The Broken Series Book Two) Read Online Free PDF

my body and I knew I was a mess now. My skirt was crooked from him carrying me and my tank top was stretched and hanging low, practically exposing my bra.
    “You know that’s not how I meant it .” His voice was different when he spoke, deeper and just loud enough to be heard over the pounding bass of the heavy metal song still blaring. He stepped forward, away from the door and closer to me, lowering his face to mine. The blue of his eyes was darker than I’d ever seen it and the look in them made my stomach clench. I knew that look. Not from Zane, but I knew desire when I saw it.
    I knew it when I felt it as well.
    I licked my suddenly dry lips and his eyes followed the movement of my tongue. “You don’t get to own me,” I said weakly and his gaze lifted back to mine. He nodded slowly but I wasn’t sure if he was agreeing with me or not. Something in his eyes made me think he was telling me he already did.
    He moved first, not breaking our stare as he reached out, grabbing my shirt in the same way he had earlier , only this time, he bent his face to mine. I didn’t hesitate.
    I couldn’t.
    When our lips met, it wasn’t the soft, sweet kisses I was used to from the last six weeks with him. It was hard and sloppy and urgent. When I felt we couldn’t get close enough, I stood on my toes, wrapping both arms around his head. He responded by lifting me again and before I knew it, my back was slammed into the door as his body pinned me in place.
    I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles as my skirt rode up to my hips. I could feel him against me, everywhere, and my fingers gripped at his hair, my nails scraping along his scalp.
    “Fuck, Pix,” he growled against my lips as he pressed his body harder against mine. I shifted my hips, desperately needing friction as his hands tugged at my tank top. He broke our kiss just long enough for me to help him pull it over my head before he tossed it behind us. Without a second breath, his lips moved to my neck. Some part of my brain registered that the pounding on the door had stopped but it was a fleeting thought as Zane bit down on my collarbone. I squirmed again, moaning embarrassingly loud.
    Reaching between us, I frantically tugged at the button on his jeans as he moved us from the door, carrying me effortlessly to the bed. I was struggling with the zipper when his weight landed on top of me, his body moving, and I realized he was kicking off his shoes. His teeth grazed my nipple through the fabric of my bra and I lost focus on what I was doing, my back arching toward his mouth as his hands slid behind me. He took advantage of my position, making quick work of unhooking my bra and practically yanking me off the bed when he removed it. His mouth immediately returned to my chest, engulfing my nipple. I gasped at the feel of his teeth.
    I grabbed the shoulders of his t-shirt in both fists, yanking hard, the urgent need to feel his bare skin on mine making any other thought impossible. He reached back with one hand and tugged the shirt over his head, his lips moving to mine again as he pressed his body fully against m e. I couldn’t control my reaction, my body grinding against his as we kissed. I had forgotten completely about my shoes until the heel of one caught in his back pocket. I tried to use it to my advantage, still attempting to free him from his jeans as I pushed to remove them from my position. I was so close.
    The sound of wood cracking and the doorknob slamming against the drywall drew both of our attention back to the door. Kas stood in the doorway, clearly furious, and it took a second before I came back to reality. I crossed my arms over my chest, realizing I was completely exposed. Zane immediately dropped his weight onto his forearms, using his body to cover mine as he looked over his shoulder.
    “What the fuck, Kas?” he yelled over the music, still as breathless as I was. I stared, shocked as my mind tried to process how the hell Kas had