I Will Break You (Pen Pals Duet, #1)

by Gigi Styx

To all the girls who ever wanted to be the hot serial killer’s last meal

Deep down, I knew he was a monster, but I thought he was my monster. I believed his love for me was unconditional. Real. But he's a man without forgiveness. And maybe I deserve his wrath.

The next time you allow a man to touch what’s mine, you’ll find his body parts under your pillow.

“It wasn’t just for me to tie you up, fuck you in your sleep, or fill every hole until you passed out from an orgasm overload. For once in your life, you wanted a man to embrace your darkness and not treat you like a fragile creature who needed fixing.”

“No panties?” he asks, his voice thickening with arousal. “I usually sleep naked, but⁠—” “It’s alright, my precious little jewel. I wouldn’t want you exposing what’s mine.”

Rising, he clamps a hand over my face, pressing a wad of fabric into my nose. I gasp at his touch, inhaling an overwhelming scent of chemicals. My eyes water. My sinuses sting. I thrash my head from side to side, trying to break free, but his grip is like iron. The edges of my vision blur, turning the room into a kaleidoscope of darkness.

I jerk forward, making the chair creak, and feel a sharp tug on my neck. My fingers reach up and close around a thick rope encircling my throat. “What’s happening?” I whisper, barely able to say the words. “Your punishment,” growls a low, menacing voice.

My choice of last meal wouldn’t be liver, fava beans, and chianti. It would be you. I would devour every inch of your delectable body from your luscious lips to your pretty pussy. I would lap your juices, drink your piss, lick your sweat. No part of you will remain untouched.

This is beyond sexual torture. This is psychological warfare.

“That’s right,” he growls. “I am your vengeful god, and I will feast on your agony.”