Free That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn

I’m going to go grab my coat and shit from my office, then we’ll leave.”
    We stop at a quaint little mom and pop Italian restaurant that holds maybe ten tables. The lighting is low and each table has a feel of seclusion or privacy from the surrounding grape vines climbing the walls and hanging from the ceiling.
    Wes’ large hand on my lower back leads us to a table snuggled into a small nook off to the side of the restaurant. After he pulls my chair out and I’m seated, he grabs the chair on the other side of the table, bringing it side by side with mine—and that sneaky grin of his doesn’t once leave his face.
    “Ms. Reese, you don’t mind do you?” He asks before sitting.
    “I don’t.” The smile on my face is the reflection of my excitement.
    But that excitement ebbs when I briefly wonder as I look up at him from under my lashes if things would be easier for me if I’d lived a normal life. If every piece of affection I’d received from the opposite sex wasn’t a direct warning of the impending pain and evil defilement I would, yet again, be forced to endure.
    Wes rouses me from my thoughts when his hand brushes the hair from my face. “Hey, don’t do that, Stella. Do you hear me? You’re with me, you stay with me. I don’t want your thoughts or your attention on anyone else.” I try to just nod but that just spurs his voice to become more stern. “No, Stella, I want you to say it. Tell me that you understand.”
    “I understand. But, Wesley, I don’t think you realize what type of woman you are dealing with.” His hand covers mine and the smile on his face is so sad it causes my heart to break. And in this moment I want so badly to be pure for him, normal for him. I’d give fucking anything to be unbroken.
    Women like me, women that have been shattered as many times as I have, there are no pieces remaining. All that remains is only sand…
    And, like sand, our presence is never anything more than the fleeting moment we slip through your fingers. For that is all we can ever really, truly be.
    “Signore Wesley, what a lovely surprise. And this bella ragazza!” His face alights with happiness. “Madam you merely gracing us with your beauty.” He kisses his fingertips with his gray moustache covered mouth, “Piacere, Signore.”
    He returns his attention to Wesley, “Signore, your antico, no?”
    “Please, Luciano. Grazie.” Wes nods and smiles before directing his attention back on me. After the waiter leaves to put our order in, Wes turns his body towards mine before running a finger along my jawline from one ear to the other causing me to shudder.
    “Stella, how do you prefer me to approach this subject? In life, wait… Let me start over. You are a strong woman. When I watch you walk into a room, your shields of armor are so impenetrable that everyone except the ones you love startle at your fierceness. However, the only reaction I have is an intense desire to… Well, for lack of better words, crack you open and see what’s on the inside. So, back to the original question, shall we beat around the bush a little longer, or would you like for me to cut to the chase?”
    Hmm… Sometimes beating around the bush does seem the better option. However, in the end, it all falls down to the bottom line.
    Coughing to clear my throat, I follow my gut. “Hit me… let’s do this fucking shit.”
    He lowers his voice a few octaves. "No, hit is something that I will never do. Slap that sexy ass until it turns red, fuck yes. Take my cock and slap your face with it as I cum, definitely. Hit? Never."
     

Chapter 11
    Beasts Crave Beauties

     
    Well, that image has fucking derailed my train of thought up more than I originally planned.
    I can’t do this this slow shit. I want Stella, yesterday, last week… I NEED her, now. Right fucking now.
    “I want you to try… We’ll start off slow. Well, as slow as I physically can without spontaneously combusting. Stella, I’m going to explain to you