I’ve been screwed.
It started the day I was
conceived.
When I was eleven, life crushed me into
grotesque, mangled fragments. I glued the shards of myself into a mosaic
fitting of a child. I learned one important thing from that
experience.
Control.
Controlling your destiny keeps the vultures at
bay. Control keeps my life from disintegrating. It keeps my life on the path to
the woman I want to be.
Not who they say I am.
As time goes on, life hits and smashes and I
take it. Every snide word, every crack in my heart, every self-righteous glance
again and again.
Screw that.
I’m done.
It’s my turn to screw.
After the run, we stand at the steps, catching
our breath.
I start to say, “Later,” but before I get the L
out, his eyes focus on my temple and follow a path down my cheek, my chin, and
then down to my cleavage.
“What are you doing?” My voice
snaps.
His eyes shoot to mine. They’re tense but also
burning. My skin tingles, and I lean away.
“Just remembering a time when I could do
something about the salt dripping down that beautiful body.”
My mouth pops open. The memory of me spread
wide on my counter, him eating me after a run, flashes through my mind. My
pussy clenches before I snap my mouth closed.
“That’s just as gross now as it was
then.”
He grins, the intensity leaving his eyes, and
he winks. “Not gross, babe. It’s hot. Something primal about having the natural
taste of you, all worked up with adrenaline pumping, after watching your body
move.”
My tits swell.
He continues, “I don’t think you minded too
much then.” He leans closer and slides his tongue across his bottom lip before
his teeth make the same path. “I bet you wouldn’t mind now either.”
My entire body trembles.
Control.
Before I can decide how to play the situation,
one side of his mouth tips up. “Not yet, sweets. We’re not ready.” His eyes
drop to my cleavage and then come back to my eyes. “I’m looking forward to it
though.”
Not wanting to lose the upper hand, I put my
hands on his chest, roll up to my tiptoes, hood my eyes, and lick my lips. His
eyes drop to my mouth, growing heated, before he looks back at me.
I keep his gaze as I whisper, “Don’t hold your
breath.”
I pull away, grinning, and he grabs me by the
waist and hauls me close. “That wasn’t very nice.”
My heart thumps in my chest. “Never said I was
nice.”
Anna lives every day the best she can while
struggling against the demons that threaten to consume her and drag her back
into the darkness of her very troubled past. The last thing she needs right now
is a guy, especially one as sweet and sexy as Jed. When the attraction becomes
too strong to resist, she gives into it. Even when she knows it’ll only end in
disaster and leave her even more her scared and broken than she was
before.
Jed wants to find the right woman and he’s
drawn to Anna by carnal magnetism, but she also brings out an Alpha side of him
that he’s never known. When his alpha rears its head, it triggers memories in
Anna and her carefully crafted wall of protection begins to show
cracks.
When fate and misunderstandings threaten the
already delicate relationship, can they survive? When Anna’s demons threaten to
be unearthed and Jed’s inner alpha only seem to make them worse, can they
overcome?
Is it even worth it?
Warning: This book
contains graphic violence, sex, and adult language
Nicki DeStasi was raised in a small town in Massachusetts.
She attended Fitchburg State College and studied Early Childhood Education. As
a child, she enjoyed reading, but only recently began doing it again. She has
always had an inventive imagination and finally decided to put those ideas on
paper for others to enjoy. Worth
It was Nicki’s first self-published book. A few
personal facts: Sloth from The Goonies is her third cousin, she acted and stared
in several plays throughout high school and college, and she can play four
different instruments. Nicki’s philosophy is to appreciate the good things in
life. If we didn’t make mistakes and have bad things happen then we wouldn’t
know how truly wonderful the good things are. No matter how difficult life is
sometimes, if we look to the people that love us, then we can get through them
and on to the good stuff.
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