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Title: Destruction
Author: Jennifer Bene
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Vengeance and destruction are all he has left.
Lianna Mercier has everything. She’s beautiful,
well-educated, her father is rich, powerful — and she works for him. The
perfect little princess, raised to be just like daddy.
But it’s all a lie.
A bloody, fucked up lie, and David Gethen is about to tear it
all down and destroy Lianna in the process. He wants revenge, he wants to
finish the plan his father started years ago — but after he takes her, after he
tortures her, he begins to realize just how wrong he may have been.
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AUTHOR INFO
Jennifer Bene is a USA Today
bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s been in the Amazon Top 50, and had
#1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure,
Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it's
always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of
aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive
streak, and intense, psychological story lines. Don’t worry though, she always
insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after, because without the dark
we'd never appreciate the light.
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Early ARC review
quotes
“This is so beautifully fucked up.” – Niki, ARC reader
"I just finished Destruction. I don't know how you do
it! Every freakin time you make my insides curl in on themselves and then slap
me in the back of my knees. Congrats you did it again. Marvelous writing!!!"
- Gabriela, ARC reader
"Loved the story! Read it right through in one
sitting!" - Terri, ARC reader
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EXCERPTS
Short
“Good girl, cry for him. Tell him to do whatever it takes to
bring you home.” The belt snapped across her thighs again and she sobbed. “Say
it,” he hissed directly into her ear.
She was weak. Tired, in pain, and terrified. So, she gave
in, lifting her eyes to the red dot in the ceiling. “Dad, I’m so sorry. I’m
s-so sorry… Please just do what he says. I just want to come home. Please, Dad,
help me. I just—”
A gloved hand covered her nose and mouth, pinching off her
air so that she panicked and jerked against the bindings. “Perfect,” he cooed
against her ear as she struggled. “Now we get to see if he really loves you, princess.”
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Medium
“Whatever it is you want, I can help you get it. You don’t
have to do this.”
“You can’t,” he answered, and he knew it was true. The lack
of action from the asshole when she’d begged on the phone had made it clear. As
long as he stopped, Mercier would continue to drag this out — which left only
one option, he’d have to hurt the girl, torture her until he gave in for real.
No more promises, no more time, no more deadlines.
Action or destruction.
“I can. Ju-just give me the chance.” Her hands tightened
into fists as he moved closer, tugging at the chains that he already knew
wouldn’t give her any slack.
“No more chances for you or Daddy. Either he signs, or we
keep going until you’re done.”
“Done?” she whispered, and the tears pooling in her eyes
caught the lights making them shine. So
fucking beautiful. Such a fucking waste.
“That’s right.”
“Oh God!” The girl fought hard, ripping at the cuffs, making
her breasts bounce, nipples hardened by the cool air in the room, and he
watched for a minute as a few tears leaked out into her hair.
“Don’t worry, I don’t want you to talk to him this time.” Lifting
the ball gag in his hands, he smiled underneath the mask when she shook her
head, panic making her flail harder at the chains while his cock stiffened
against his leg.
“Please! Just let
me talk to him again, please, tell me what you want him to sell and I’ll
convince him! I swear! I’ll do it!” As she begged, he knelt down beside her,
taking a moment to trace one finger over the soft skin of her arm. She felt so
pure, so good, and how someone like
her had come from someone so evil he couldn’t figure out — but none of that mattered.
All he needed was her suffering.
“Open up.” He held the gag in front of her face, offering
her the easy way, but she clenched her teeth tight just like he’d expected.
Somehow the girl was simultaneously terrified of him, and still defiant. Where was
her sense of self-preservation? Why wasn’t she submitting to him fully in an
attempt to make him lenient?
Not like it would
work.
Wrapping his hand under her chin, he dug his fingers into
the muscles of her jaw, slowly forcing her mouth wide as she whimpered. As soon
as there was enough space, he forced the ball gag between her teeth, and then
pressed his hand down to keep it there. “Tsk, tsk. I wasn’t asking, princess,
and when you disobey you just make me angry.”
A sharp, incomprehensible shout escaped her lips, so he
locked the gag a notch too tight, leaving her groaning as her jaw strained.
“You should hope he loves you as much as you think he does.”
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Long
Lianna
Hours passed as she slipped back and forth in trains of
thought without progress before he finally returned. The man wore his anger
like a dark aura, somehow invisible and obvious, but the slamming of the door
and the rapid rise and fall of his chest had been more than enough warning.
Her father had missed another deadline.
There was no phone call, no belt, no threats, just him as he
stood over her and she bit down on the inside of her cheek.
Eventually, he sat on the mattress beside her just as he had
when he’d chained her down, only this time he was completely silent. His eyes
moved over her first, then his hand, tracing her skin, leaving shivers in his
wake, like a tiger playing with his food.
“Don’t…” she
whispered on a breath as his fingers slid between her thighs, but he didn’t
even pause. Thick digits slid inside her, and her hips tilted, back arching as
she whined.
Still wet enough for him to move back and forth, to summon
more liquid heat, to drag it to her clit and grind the bundle of nerves until
she was twisting against the chains.
This was slow torture. His silence, the never-ending assault
of unwanted pleasure, turning her own body against her until she had to choke
off the subtle moans. Pressure was building inside her, tightening, careening
her toward another shameful orgasm and those fucking eyes were on her.
Watching, waiting for it.
Just as her hips started to lift, as the wet sounds from
between her thighs invaded her ears, as the tension in her muscles threatened
to snap — he stopped.
Her breathing came hard, nails digging painfully into her
palms, and she felt tears prick her eyes as his fingers slid free. Behind the
mask he was breathing just as hard, rigid muscles moving over his ribs as they
expanded and contracted.
Then he positioned himself between her thighs and urgency
took over his movements. Tearing at his zipper, shoving his pants down, he
ripped open a condom wrapper. Cock in hand, he slid it on, abandoning the shiny
foil wrapper beside them and she looked away.
“Please?” Lianna begged, whimpering, knowing it was useless
and trying to prepare as he lined up and thrust deep in one smooth stroke.
For those first movements she craned her head back, staring
at her bound wrists, at the wall behind her, refusing to look as he groaned and
stretched her. Her body rocked, the chains clattering softly in the silence,
and she felt how wet she was. It was
too easy, every pinning thrust, and as he wrapped his hands around her
shoulders and drove in harder she did her best to turn the moan into a cry.
This doesn’t feel
good.
I don’t want this.
His knees moved out, digging into her thighs to stretch her
further, ankles straining at the chains, and then he found a new angle. One
that stroked his thick cock against a point inside that made her back arch,
hips twitching to seek more. She gasped, unable to stop the moan, and found
herself looking into his eyes. Face hovering over hers, she stared into the
black fabric of the mask, something smooth overlaying a hard shell. Obscuring
all his features, all of them except for his eyes, and as he stretched her
again she watched his eyelids flutter closed as he groaned low. A hard snap of
his hips caught her by surprise and she moaned again, louder, cursing herself
as she bit down on her lip, but the damage had been done.
He started to move faster, muscles shifting in his arms and
chest and abs as he drove himself deeper inside her. A keening whine escaped
between clenched teeth, and she pulled on the cuffs at her wrists, meeting his
eyes again to plead. “Don’t do this to me. Please.”
* * *
David
The girl felt like heaven underneath him. Soft skin, smooth
curves, and her cunt was so slick, so tight. Even with the condom he was
tempted to come already, but he wanted more. More of her cries, her sweet
begging as she gripped him and squirmed against the mattress.
Her eyes were so fucking blue, and it made him pause as he
thrust deep, feeling the tremors in her thighs, the subtle shift of her hips as
she unconsciously sought her orgasm. He hadn’t been this close to her, close
enough to kiss her reddened lips, to taste her mouth, to see the hints of green
in her irises that made it look like staring into the clearest ocean water.
Reaching up he slid his fingers into her hair and snapped her
head back, causing her to shut those bottomless eyes and clench his cock inside
her. The soft cry of pleasure and pain was one he knew too well, and it made
him hungry for more.
Something woke up in the cold, something that wanted to
devour the pampered little princess whole, and with all his mental processing
power located below his hips he didn’t care to fight it. “Take it,” he hissed
above her as he forced her head back, exposing her throat as he started to fuck
her hard.
Everything blurred as she begged, cried out, pleaded with
him between moans and whimpers. But all he cared about was the way her limbs
contracted, the way her hips lifted, back bowing off the mattress so that her
nipples grazed his chest, and the all consuming grip of her cunt around him. It
was torture of the best kind to hold back, to wait, to tease her with the
strokes that made her make the sweetest sounds. The little gasps that were pure
pleasure.
“Please…” she
moaned, and he could have sworn she was begging for more as her hips met his
with a clap of skin. He wanted to reach down and bend her knees to her chest,
but the cuffs were holding her down, keeping her spread.
Next time, he
promised himself as he braced the arm gripping her hair and slid his other hand
between them. Lifting up just enough to find her clit he worked himself inside
her and rubbed. Her blonde brows pulled together, face pinching in a way that
almost looked like pain, and then she panted, moaned, hips moving with each
swirl of his thumb — and she came.
Hard.
Gripping him in a way that sent a surge of heat down his
spine, melting the ice as he braced his other arm beside her and listened to
her fall apart.
“No, no, no,” she whispered against his ear and he smiled
behind the mask, thrusting hard again. Finding that rhythm that had her making
sweet, pained sounds once more. She was too perfect. An angel fallen to earth,
and he had her chained to the floor, but she felt too fucking good to care
about the damnation he’d already assured himself.
Moving inside her was something he wished he could memorize,
to feel forever. Like this. Slick, wet, trembling, and softly moaning as he
worked them both to the edge this time. The demon inside him was howling, the
chains clanking against the brackets in the floor as he fucked her hard enough
to shift the mattress, and then he was gone. Fire stroking down his spine,
balls tightening, as he came with a fierce roar.
The world went white for a split second, ears deaf, body
crushing her softness as pure ecstasy blasted everything away. She was heaven,
nirvana, and Shangri-La all rolled into one.
Perfect, but not innocent.
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