Tears of Tess (51 page)
Authors: Pepper Winters
I
slid in and out, thrusting deep until my balls slapped against her.
“Oh,
God I’ve missed this,” she cried. “Missed you. Missed the pain.”
“Shut
up and take it,
esclave
.” I thrust, twisting her nipple, biting her
neck. My jaw trembled with the urge to draw blood again. I went wild for her
blood. It was the best drug. The elixir of the beast inside.
Her
hot, whipped flesh burned my lower belly; I couldn’t think of anything else but
fucking her. I lost control. Spreading my stance, wrapping fingers around her
hips, I gave myself over to darkness.
“Take
me, Tess.”
“I’ve
already taken you,
maître
.”
I
pounded into her, beyond caring her hipbones collided with hard granite, or knees
bruised against cabinets. All I focused on was pleasure.
She
cried out, thrusting back, urging me to go harder,
harder.
I
couldn’t breathe as a sharp band of release throttled my cock, demanding to
spurt into this amazing slave. This woman who turned my world upside down. This
woman… the key to my undoing.
I
growled like a feral beast as I gave myself over to pleasure. Sensation
exploded from my thighs, up my balls, and into my cock. I thrust like a monster
with only seconds left to live, filling her with come, marking her, making sure
she knew who her master was.
The
moment I spurted, she clenched around me. “Fuck, yes, Q. Oh, God. Give it to
me. I want you. I want all of you.” She came and came, fisting, milking,
tearing every drop of come I had to give.
I
spasmed and twitched as overbearing intensity replaced hot-arching pleasure,
but I couldn’t bring myself to stop rocking inside her. I never wanted to leave
her hot, dark wetness. It was where I belonged.
She
went floppy, breathing like tormented blackbird. My legs grew weak and wobbly. I
pulled her into my arms, heading to the floor in one jumble of sweaty,
champagne sticky bodies.
She
laughed as I laid her on my belly, protecting her nakedness from the cool
tiles. Even though depleted, my cock never softened and every wriggle fired new
life into it.
Would
I ever get enough of her? Would I ever show her how dark I could go?
She
went to pull away, but I lassoed arms tighter. “Where do you think you’re
going?”
“I
thought I was crushing you.” She wiggled her ass, sending sparks into my balls.
After a month of no release, she wouldn’t get away that easily.
I
gently smacked her belly, aware her ass was beyond punishment after the belt.
“You think I’m done with you,
esclave?
” I nuzzled her ear, licking
softly. “I’ve only just begun.”
“All
my life, I battled with the knowledge I was twisted… fucked up to want
something so deliciously dark—wrong on so many levels. But then slave
fifty-eight entered my world. Hissing, fighting, with a core of iron, she
showed me an existence where two wrongs make a right.”
Driven
by his vendetta against his father, Q swore a vow he would never touch a slave.
Instead, he spent a lifetime battling dark urges, the need to hurt, and threw
himself into saving broken birds. Dedicating his home and fortune to fix the
wrongs of others.
Until
Tess.
After
surviving everything life threw at her, Tess emerged from the ashes as a woman
with fire and spirit. Her past didn’t break her, no matter how much Q tried,
and in a twist of fate, she broke him. Together, they fixed each other.
Tess
is his completely. Q is Tess’s irrevocably. But now, they must learn the
boundaries of their unconventional relationship, while Tess seeks vengeance on
the men who sold her. Q made a blood-oath to deliver their corpses at Tess’s
feet, and that’s just what he’ll do.
He
may be a monster, but he’s Tess’s monster.
Sneak
Peak into Quintessentially Q…
*Prologue*
I thought I would be her nightmare—her terror and
darkness. I wanted to be. I needed her more than food or sunlight. Only when
she came into my life did I start to live—intoxicated by her taste, screams,
and joy.
But our fucked up fairytale didn’t exactly have a
happy ending.
Tess.
My
Tess.
My
esclave
—so strong and fierce and sexually
feral—wasn’t strong enough for what happened.
Her cage wasn’t me anymore.
It was them.
*Chapter One*
All I could think was—she’s dead. She had to be. All
that blood, so bright with a coppery tang, almost sweet.
Her snowy skin was extra frosty, grey-blue eyes
closed to me.
Rage and terror strangled as I fell to my knees in
the warm puddle of crimson. The whip in my hands was slippery with sweat, and I
hurled it away in disgust. I did this. I let myself go and showed my true self.
The monster inside ruined the only brightness in my life.
“Tess?” I pulled her into my arms, dragging her
cold, lifeless form closer. Blood smeared over us, and her red-welted body
oozed with damnation.
“Wake up,
esclave,
” I growled, hoping an
order would force those dove-blue eyes open. No response.
I bent, pressing my cheek against her mouth, waiting
endlessly for a small puff of breath, a signal I hadn’t gone too far.
Nothing.
Fear stopped my heart, and all I wanted to do was
rewind time. Rewind to a simpler place where I lived with needs and urges, but
never let myself believe I could be free. Rewind to the day when Tess arrived,
and I promptly sent her back to her silly boyfriend Brax. At least if I did,
she would be safe and my life wouldn’t have ended.
At least then, Tess would be alive.
My demons killed her.
I killed her.
I threw my head back and howled.
* * * * *
“Q. Q!”
Something sharp bit my shoulder and I flinched.
Rolling away, I tried to ignore the call. I deserved to stay in this endless
hell. The hell I created for killing the one woman who stole my life and showed
me an emotion I never dared dream for: love.
My cheek smarted as if someone slapped me, blazing
through the darkness with a bite of pain.
Eyes snapped open to a wild-eyed, blonde goddess on
top of me. The debilitating terror wouldn’t leave, even though she was alive,
and glaring at me with passion I grew to know so well.
“What the hell, Q. That’s the third time this week.
You going to tell me what you’re dreaming about to warrant howling like a
werewolf?” Tess pinned my shoulders to the mattress and I couldn’t stop muscles
from tensing. I liked her on top, but didn’t like her holding me as if she was
in control. It wasn’t how I worked.
“None of your business.” I rolled, grabbing her hips
to pin her beneath me. I risked a small smile. With her under me, my world
righted again. I ran hands over her waist, up her throat, to her lips. Her
breath fluttered, coming faster and the rest of my panic receded.
She was still breathing.
I hadn’t killed her.
Yet.
Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them
include writer, reader, sometimes wife.
She
loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero,
the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters.
Oh, and sex… her books have sex.
J
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who
puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.
Her debut book
Tears of Tess
will be followed
with
Quintessentially Q
. You didn’t think Q could stop so soon,
did you? Her other two titles,
Last Shadow
and
Broken
Chance
will be coming soon.
You can stalk her here:
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