TEASER for TWISTED TOGETHER

Still on holiday and having an amazing time :) Thought I would show a bit of what I’ve been writing on Twisted Together :) I’m LOVING writing the third book of Monsters in the Dark and Q is being his usual dark self ;) 

 

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I dropped my hold, wheeling backward. I hated the truth more than I hated her lies. Somehow along the way I’d broken the one slave I thought would forever be strong enough to defy me. She’d lost her inner spirit. The clash of wills that made our connection so vibrant was gone. My wonderful slave fifty-eight had turned into the one thing every cruel master wanted.

She had willingly given me every part of herself.

Her pain.

Her sanity.

Her free will.

She sacrificed her happiness all to keep me pleased. Instead of enjoying what we both needed her eyes flashed with contempt all while lovingly taking every abuse I could give her.

Fuck.

I groaned as the gross realization of what I’d lost finally crashed into me.

She was perfect.

She was mine to control.

She would never argue or say no purely because she felt indebted. She wasn’t just in love with me. She believed she fully belonged to me and would spend her entire life trying to never displease me or fight back.

My heart fucking raced to a dying beat. “God, Tess. Shit.”

She couldn’t have ruined me more. She’d taken all my dreams and thrown me head first into the dark. She’d made me become him.

She’d turned me into my fucking father.

Standing on the precipice, I visualized my future.  Two paths. Two choices. One, I could accept Tess’s unselfish gift and take her—become her true master forever. Or I could reject her offering and fight to get my woman back.

Take her. Accept it.

I growled as a slow burn scorched through me. Temptation. Sheer fucking temptation. It would be so easy to accept the blackness inside me and take her as an ultimate submissive.

Too tempting. I’d lose myself.

I’d be no better than the one man I strove to never become.

Tess stayed bowed at my feet; her gorgeous blonde hair glowing in the low lights of the bedroom. She was perfect. She ruined me.

“Tess—” My lips wouldn’t move. I wanted to tell her to snap out of whatever pantomime she played. I wanted to shake her, slap her, hit her until the old fire and thrill of pleasure and pain came back into her eyes.

But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go near her—not while she stayed so open and willing at my feet. I could feel the beast inside me reaching for her, snarling at the taste at fully owning her. If I let myself touch her it would be over. She wouldn’t be my wife. She would be my slave. And I would never find balance again.

I couldn’t stomach the thought of being a worse monster than I was. I was better than that. Tess deserved more than that.

“God, Tess. Qu’ont-ils putain tu faire?” What did they fucking to do you?”