Cover Reveal – That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn

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That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn

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“I will push so hard that you are going to want to both run to me and away from me. I’m going to twist your emotions and mind into nothing more than a cluster-fuck. If you are able to withstand my diabolical methods, if you remain a good girl and please me without pissing me off too many times, then after I fuck your mind, I’m going to fuck you—past the brink of insanity, exactly where you’ve left me waiting since I first laid eyes on you. Understood?”—Wesley Jacobs

Excerpt 1:

After I move Stella’s sleeping form up on the bed, I pull the sheet up to cover her before sliding into bed and curling her body around mine. I grip her thigh and hike it up over my waist, my lips settle on top of her head and I inhale the scent of her hair before kissing her.
God, she smells like a crisp winter morning.
I run my fingertips up and down her arm and cannot keep the ridiculous smile from my face any longer.
I look down at her through the darkness and whisper, “You don’t fucking break, angel?” I chuckle, “No, I guess you don’t my little angel that fights. But you sure as fuck submit.”

That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn, Release date: May 1st
Synopsis:
A beautiful, enchanting story of love, happiness— *Record needle scratches across vinyl*
I’m just fucking with you. Love, happiness, and fairy tales… Yeah, they don’t live here anymore.
The only things residing amongst these thin and baren walls is Dominance, submission, and twisted fucking obsession.
Stella’s childhood consisted of things that would leave even the strongest shattered and desecrated.
She gets knocked down over and over throughout her life… Though she is bloodied and battered she stands back up every single time, smirks and nods her head before asking, “That all you got?”.

Wesley has shoved his way through the rich life with both middle fingers up. He’s also shoved his way through half of the socialite population, but all that vanilla has left him a starved man.
He knows he can’t keep his Dom fed with just kinky little masochistic vanilla’s anymore.

On his mission to find the perfect sub Wesley stumbles across a broken, shattered angel, only to find when she comes up swinging, that this little angel knows how to fight.
Is he dominant enough to bend the broken? Is he strong enough to hold on when she bends and breaks?
How can she submit when all she knows is to fight? When the weight of her past crashes down upon them will that which destroys her finally destroy her as well him?

“We will fight, angel. We’ll fight hard. But it’ll be worth every strike below the belt. Every hateful or spiteful word said, because when we love, when we fuck, when our passion reaches an intensity so goddamn powerful like it has every single time, it’ll extinguish all the bad. I want all your hate, Stell… Just as much as I want all your love. We are doing this. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it, angel. Is that understood?”

 
Excerpt 2:

His mouth stops between my shoulder blades and he roughly whispers against my skin, “Now, Ms. Reese,” his stomach muscles tense and I feel his cock slide between my ass cheeks before thrusting back and forth. When he stops he uses his torso to align the head of his cock at my entrance, “I’m going to fuck,” He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, “The goddamn hell out of you. Understood?”
The head of his cock pushes in only to immediately be pulled out. “Yes.” I try to nod but his grip in my hair tightens as he wraps it around his fist a second time. “Y-yes, sir.” The words fall out as I moan and try to push myself back against him.
I barely have ‘sir’ out of my mouth before he slams into me to the hilt. A piercing shriek is ripped from my throat causing him to still, the hands fisted around my hair and gripping my shoulder allow me no room for movement. I’m shocked when I feel tears bite the back of my eyelids. Wesley’s lips brush kisses between my shoulder blades before whispering, “You’ve been bent, but you’ve not yet broken, angel. Yes or No. Rust?”
Around a ragged moan I reply, “No, fuck no rust.” I rock back against him as much I possibly can trying to urge him to move.
I’ve never felt so utterly complete in all my life, at the same time completely split in two.
Pain and pleasure blend their colors, pride and humiliation lose their importance. All I care about and all I ever want I have right now in this moment, and I’ll beg to keep it, “Please, Wesley, baby, please.” I push back with every ounce of strength I own trying to create the friction I need and it causes the hairs to snap from their roots at the nape of my neck.

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Kimber’s other books include:
A Woman Gone Mad
-http://www.amazon.com/Woman-Gone-Mad-Kimber-Dawn-ebook/dp/B00HJ6S1TK/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1398366683&sr=1-1&keywords=a+woman+gone+mad+by+kimber+s.+dawn

And the follow-up of A Woman Gone Mad, Leo Phillips story Holding Her in Madness-http://www.amazon.com/Holding-Madness-Leos-loving-Woman-ebook/dp/B00J74FOQ0/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=0GTY6403826R21QZ2NDV

 

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