Free That Which Destroys Me by Kimber S. Dawn Page B

yes my mind is still saturated with images of her lips around my cock! “I’ll try, Wesley. Shit, I can’t believe I’m even saying this, but yes, I will try. Just don’t expect anything from me. Because I make no promises. I’ll never make you any promises.”
    Bull-fucking-shit. I’ll get your goddamn promises—I’ll have you on your knees begging me to listen to your promises.
    “I accept nothing less from you, Stella.”

    The drive to her condo is quiet. Honestly, I feel like a weight, a burden that has had me shackled down for as long as I can remember, has finally lifted. As soon as the words ‘I’ll try.’ fell from Stella’s lips, they snipped the albatrosses tethered to my soul. 
    I haven’t felt hope like this since before she came into my life again and I don’t know what it is, I can’t pinpoint why, however I also don’t give a fuck why. All I want is to fall into everything that Stella embodies and I never want to go anywhere else but inside of who she is.
    I’ve said everything I felt needed to be said and I won’t push her any more than I already have tonight. As far as I’m concerned, what the fuck I just conquered in Luciano’s was an impossible feat. I bent her will and common sense inward against themselves and they molded to my commands like soft clay.
    Check. Mate. I’ve already mastered Stella Jolie Reese, and she’s already submitted…she just doesn’t realize it yet.
    I pull up to the curb outside her place and quickly hop from the car to open her door and help her from my R8. Her little hand slips into mine as she looks up smiling at me as we walk to her door.
    “Wow. I didn’t expect to find a gentleman in you, Wes.” Her laughter bounces off the sidewalk and buildings.
    “I’ll do my best to keep you surprised.” I slide my arm around her waist when we get to the door of her building.
    “Thank you for dinner. It was ahh… quite becuming.” Her eyebrow lifts and a conniving grin appears when she enunciates the cum in becuming.
    “It was. Tomorrow night’s dinner should be as well, if not more becuming. I’ll pick you up at eight.” My fingertips tilt her chin until our eyes meet. I trace the bow of her top lip and pout of her bottom lip with my fingertips.
    “Yes. Eight is perfect.” I brush my lips over hers and pull her body flush with mine.
    “You did very good tonight, Stella. How does it make you feel when I say that?”
    “It feels good.” She whispers.
    “Good. Have a good night, angel.”
    I kiss the palms of her hands before stepping back and letting her out of our embrace.
    “You too.”
    I remain where I am standing long after she’s made it inside the building. Completely fucking dumfounded and unable to move, I have to force myself to turn around and walk back to my car.
    As soon as my car pulls away from the curb, mad crazy fucking shit starts battering itself into my mind.
    It’s fucking insanity.
    Goddamn primal on every level.
    Every instinct I possess is screaming at me to turn around and demand for her to get her ass in my car and never fucking leave my side again.
    The alpha inside me viciously howls for me to claim her.
    The Dom residing in me adamantly demands that I bend, break, and control Stella—mind, body and soul.
    But it’s the uncivilized beast within that ruts and growls insisting that I fuck her into oblivion.
     

Chapter 12
    When Beauty Fights a Beast

     
    There is blood all around me. As the screams pierce my eardrums the blood soaks into my clothes. I’m so cold. I don’t remember how I ended up on the bloody living room floor. I was asleep in my bed. Tomorrow’s a school day and even though he was not home I still set my clothes out for tomorrow, bathed, brushed my teeth and set my alarm for in the morning. The last thing I remember before waking up here is falling asleep in my bed. I run my blood soaked hands over my body trying to see if the blood is coming from me. When I realize it isn’t, that it’s