All the Broken Pieces

Copyright © 2023 Ria Wilde All rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Cover design by: Ria WildeProofed by: Charlotte Brassington Contents Copyright Preface 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 Epilogue Acknowledgement More by Ria Wilde Follow me! Author Note All the Broken Pieces is a dark standalone romance and is intended for mature readers. This book includes themes, tropes, & content commonly found in the dark romance genre, this includes violence (including violence & abuse against the FMC - not by MMC), dub-con, grief, loss & memories that include an intended SA (not against MCs). This is intended for readers 18+ This book also includes heavy explicit content which include rope play, spitting, spanking, sensory play, praise & degradation There is light, even in the darkest of places... Preface I hadn’t expected it to happen like this. Falling in love with my stepbrother was the worst thing I could do and yet, I couldn’t help it. He held my whole heart inside that unforgiving fist of his, owned me completely and irrevocably, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And as he drives into me, his mouth fused to mine, holding me as close to his body as I can physically get, I can only feel our ties binding tighter and tighter. My body soars with pleasure, my skin alight as he brings me to the peak, his cock sliding in deep, his tongue kissing me with the heat of a thousand suns. “Atlas,” I whimper into his mouth when he finally comes up for air. Fiery hazel eyes clash with mine and while I know he would never admit it, never speak the words, there’s something in his gaze that reflects my own, but the difference between us is that, within those soulful eyes is years’ worth of pain, of heartbreak and longing. Years’ worth of suffering. “I know,” He rasps against my lips, “I know, Firefly.” He was never going to give me his heart, not the way I wanted it, and I was going to have to settle for all the broken pieces instead. 1 Her hand, soft against my rough palm keeps the darkness at bay, even just for a little while. The door to the hotel room clicks closed and then I’m on her, pressing her back into the door while I claim her mouth with mine, her hands climbing up my chest only to fist the material and pull me in closer. She tastes like damn sunshine and light, everything I wasn’t, and the reason she had caught my attention in the first place. She had stood out like a beacon for my depraved soul, something to consume and devour, to taste her light and her happiness because it satiated the numb beast inside of me. I had to have her. Even just once. So, I approached her, watched the way her face lifted with her smile and her brown eyes lit up. She was stunning. Devastatingly so. My thigh wedges between her own and she grinds down against it, her warm pussy rubbing against my material clad leg as my hands go to the thin straps of her dress and begin to pull them down, my fingers brushing against her soft skin. Her moan echoes inside my head and it only spurs me on harder. I rip the dress from her body and finally step back, taking in the flush on her pale skin, the sweet pink blush staining her chest, her neck, her cheeks. Her eyes are hooded, red lipstick smeared and her breasts heave with each heavy exhale. I reach for her at the same time she does for me, our bodies clashing together once more, and I drag her further into the room. The backs of her knees hit the mattress as she falls back, bouncing slightly as she lands and stares up at me while I stand over her. “Open your legs,” I order in a low growl. Her lips pop open as she widens her thighs, showing me her lace covered sex. I grumble my approval and lean down, hooking my fingers into her panties, dragging them away before I tuck them into my pocket. She was fucking glorious. Her honey blonde hair fans out beneath her head, satiny soft. “Take off your bra,” I tell her. With shaking hands, she leans up and reaches behind her to flick the hooks on the bra strap and then it falls from her chest. My cock strains against the zipper of my pants, aching and hard, and I could feel my heart thumping inside my chest as my eyes scan every inch of her naked flesh. Fucking devastating. I want to mar her pretty skin with my palm, redden that plump ass of hers and fill her mouth with me. I want her on her fucking knees, choking on my cock and begging me for more. Jesus fuck, I could imagine how she might cry, how pretty she would look. All this fucking sunshine, and it was mine. I kneel between her legs, never once letting my eyes drift from hers and for a moment she stops breathing, holding it as she waits for what I might do next. I don’t know how she fucked up to end up in my grasp, but I wasn’t going to deny it as the gift it was. I lay my body over hers completely, covering her as I grind my still covered