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  Broken by Desire

  Dani René

  Copyright © 2016 by Dani René

  All rights reserved.

  Published by Dani René

  ISBN 978-0-620-68189-6

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  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Quote

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Stalk Me

  Also by Dani René

  Quote

  “I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels,

  but for the way her name could silence my demons.”

  – Christopher Poindexter

  Prologue

  “Kneel.” His voice was raspy and deep. I complied and kneeled on the plush black carpet. The room was exquisite, with a large four poster king-size bed. The bedding was black and purple. A chest of drawers and the ornate chair were a deep charcoal. There was a full-length mirror in the corner next to the walk-in closet. With two large patio doors and a balcony just beyond where I was kneeling, you could see the city flickering in the dark. The moonlight shone through, illuminating the darkness. “Do you want to be here, sweetness?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I murmured, low and breathy, just how he liked it. I kept my gaze trained on the carpet, concentrating on the pattern of the dark woven wool. When he moved around the room, my body hummed in anticipation. A match strike sounded behind me, and my heart stuttered. This was the first time I was in this room. He called it the play room. There weren’t any toys lying around, but I knew there were hidden mysteries in the chest of drawers behind me. The scent of lavender and rose filled the room, and I realized he lit some candles. The glow in the room was a soft romantic light. Such a contrast of what we were doing here. In the darkness there’s always light. That’s what he liked to say. I was his light. He was my darkness.

  He asked for my acceptance of him, of his love of darker things. He asked also for my submission. There wasn’t a question, of course, I would give it to him. I loved him. I wanted to please him, serve him. To be his girl, the only one. “Close your eyes.” His gruff order had me shuddering. The heat between my thighs pulsed with need. For him to take me, rough, hard, and deep. The soft black blindfold covered my eyes, and I smiled in the darkness. My pulse skittered and my palms were sweaty. “What is your safe word?”

  My smile deepened then. “Summer.” I murmured the word that would make him smile too.

  “Good girl.” I could hear the amusement in his tone. “Stand. Slowly.” I knew what he wanted to see. One leg at a time, then to push up with my feet. Bent over at the waist. My hands on my ankles, slowly stroking my legs as I straightened. My slick pussy, open to his hungry gaze behind me. As soon as I was upright, I heard the groan rumbling in his chest. I was naked. He had ripped my pink panties off earlier. My bra discarded on the floor somewhere. My skin was on fire and my need increased. The heat of his body surrounded me and I trembled. His gaze burned into me. “You’re beautiful, lumiére.” I started at his warm breath on my neck, his words had my core pulsing.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Move your hands over your nipples. Make them hard for me.” His command was low, restrained, and sexy. Instinctively my hands moved up, over my breasts. My nipples hardened at the contact. A low growl rumbled in his chest. He watched me play with them, tweaking, and tugging, until they were aching pebbles. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over the tight buds and I whimpered. “So perfect, little tigress. Are you hungry?” I nodded. “Tell me.” He needed the words.

  “Yes, Sir. I am hungry.” His hands were on my shoulders then, the heat of his touch burning into my skin. With a soft push, I lowered to my knees. Once again I kneeled before him. With a whoosh the blindfold fell away, and I glanced up into intense mossy green eyes. A devilish smile curled his lips, and I knew what he wanted. The low slung sweatpants he wore tented, making my mouth water.

  “It’s yours, let’s see how hungry my little kitty is.” Without another word, I untied the string of his sweats, tugging them down his toned thighs. His erection stood proudly. A bead of arousal glistened on the crown and I flicked my tongue out to lick it. The salty musky taste of him was exquisite, and I needed more. My lips wrapped around the tip, and I sucked him into my mouth.

  My tongue scraping the underside of his ten-inch cock. I savored every ridge and pulse. As soon as he was deep inside my throat, his hands fisted in my hair, holding me still. “Fuck.” He hissed the word through his teeth. Slowly he pulled me off and then pushed back in. The man in control. Fucking my face. He took his pleasure from me. My slick sex dripping and the knot in my stomach tightened.

  Pleasing him made every nerve in my body tingle. I realized I could come just by giving him pleasure. When his cock hit the back of my throat, I moaned around him, and his grip on my hair tightened. He tugged roughly. The bite of pain sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to my throbbing clit. “Jesus, sweetness, your mouth on my cock feels like heaven.” I peered up at him, my chocolate eyes, locked on the green glistening stare of him. He pulled me off suddenly. “Enough.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling. His hands slid down my body, his fingertips left goose bumps in their wake and I shivered.

  “On the bed. I want you on all fours. That sweet peach ass will be mine.” The order made me gasp, but I didn’t argue. The soft satin sheets felt cool against my fevered skin as I kneeled on them. I placed my hands on the bed in front of me, facing the window. The lights of the city twinkled below. “So fucking beautiful.” He rasped from behind me. Suddenly a swat came down hard on my ass. I yelped in surprise. The tingle prickled my skin. Another swat came down on my other ass cheek. Then both his warm rough
hands were on me, smoothing, massaging the tender flesh. “Is my little tigress wet for me?”

  “Yes, Sir. Very wet.” I moaned as his fingers slid down my ass and over my sopping bare cunt.

  “You are. Do you like letting me have my dirty wicked way with you?” I nodded. A hard slap in between my thighs caught my pussy and my toes curled with the pained pleasure that shot through me.

  “Fuck!” I cried out loud, and another swat came down hard on the apex between my thighs. My orgasm ripped through me, sending waves of pleasure splintering through my core.

  “I think my dirty little kitty wants me to fuck her. Doesn’t she?” I nodded. Quickly. There wasn’t anything else I wanted more. The need to entice him fueled my actions, and I pushed my ass back towards him. I wanted him to make me purr. To make me come again, and again. He was quiet for a long moment, and I thought he would not do anything. “Do you really want to be mine, sweetness?”

  “Please, yes! I want to be yours, please. Take me. Please?” He told me he would make me beg. This evening while we sat side by side at the dinner table in the posh restaurant. His words rang true in my ears. ‘I will make you beg, and when you do, it will be for me to fuck you. When you submit to me, it will be because you need to, ache to, and that’s a promise. And tomorrow, when you’re walking into the office, you will feel me between your thighs.’

  “Open those incredible legs, sweetness.” My legs open as soon as the words leave his lips. His warm rough hand comes down and cups my bare lips. “This, is mine. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” With a slow steady hand, he slides it up my slick folds, and suddenly plunges two fingers into me. The knot in my stomach tightens and I cry out as another orgasm shatters me. My arms buckle, and my core cinches around his fingers. Coating his fingers in my arousal. I hear his groan. Without another word, his fingers are replaced with his thick veiny shaft, sliding so deep inside, my whole body ripples with pleasure. I am so full, his cock hits deep, knocking the breath from me. With a firm grip on my hips, he slides out, almost all the way, then suddenly slams back into me. His primal groans send me teetering on the edge of another earth shattering orgasm. I realize I will not be able to hold myself up. My arms are shaky.

  His relentless drives continue, the thick shaft twitches, and I know he’s close. “Come for me, sweetness. Coat my cock in that sweet honey from your tight little cunt.” His words are my undoing and my body obeys. My orgasm splinters me; my arms give way. His one arm bands around my waist, and the other grips my neck. Holding me up, my back flush with his chest, as he continues to pound into me. His teeth tug at my earlobe. “Now I will mark you, ruin you, and possess you, so that no other man can have you.” Before the words leave his mouth, his release shoots into me. The hold on my neck loosens and I fall forward, my hands come out to hold myself up as he pulls out and shoots his hot seed on my back. Marking me. Owning me. Possessing me. I am his.

  Cassandra

  I hugged Kenna at the airport and boarded my flight. She would join me in a few weeks, but it was never fun saying goodbye to your best friend. She would stay in New York while I found my way around LA. My decision to leave came after I got the call for an interview, with one of the most renowned magazine publishers in Los Angeles.

  Luckily, I had a window seat, so I could watch the clouds move as I made my way to my new city. I have only ever spent holidays on the West Coast and now I would be living there. The excitement was taking over and I couldn’t concentrate on the in-flight movie.

  Once I landed, I would be busy. From furnishing my new apartment to finding an outfit for my interview, which would be in a week’s time. The flight wasn’t long, but I closed my eyes and let my mind drift into a dreamless sleep.

  Walking into my new home was surreal. My dream of packing up and moving to California has finally come true. I had chosen to rent close to the offices that I would hopefully work in. Beachwood Canyon is iconic, I think the whole of Los Angeles is, but that’s my opinion. As I walked through my one-bedroom apartment; I smiled, it was perfect. I loved the split-level layout and hardwood floors. Opening the sliding glass door, I looked over my private patio. That was the main reason I chose this one. The privacy it afforded me, is something I needed.

  Before I unpacked, I needed to call Kenna. She was as excited as I was. We used to talk about living together in LA and making a name for ourselves. For us, it’s been one of those magical cities, the one where your wildest dreams could come true. So it would make sense to be here, The City of Angels.

  I woke up early Friday morning and decided to go for a run. I had only been in LA for 2 days and I wanted to explore. My interview was next week so I had time to get used to the area and my new neighborhood. It was easy to navigate and I found a coffee shop that would soon become my refuge. I walked in after my run and decided to try it out. Ordering a coffee, I took a seat at the table in the back. Watching the people come and go.

  He caught my attention the moment he walked through the door. Holding my breath, I watched him. His face was almost angelic. I say almost because there was something in his eyes, something darker. No man that beautiful could be good news. He ordered his drink and I watched him move through the crowd. He took a seat at a table close to the window, not far from mine. He was magnetic. I licked my lips as my eyes followed the beads of sweat running down his perfectly sculpted biceps. His arms were works of art, I tried to see the tattoos, but he was too far away. It took a lot of effort to look away and even then, I could see him in my mind. It was like there was a magnetic pull I felt towards him.

  I left New York to start fresh and a romance is definitely not what I needed. That didn’t mean I couldn’t drink him in with my eyes. He was definitely drinkable. I took in every inch of him. He was too perfect. There had to be something else wrong with him, mustn’t there? Maybe he was married. Yes, he must be. I shook my head and made my way through the shop. As I passed his table, his scent hit me like a freight train. It was intoxicating, a mix of spice and sweat.

  I ran home trying to clear my head, but it didn’t work, as soon as I closed my eyes that night he was there. Those piercing green eyes. That spikey brown hair and those amazing lips. I dreamt about him that night.

  I wasn’t looking for anything remotely romantic in my life. After the tragedy that struck me, there was no room for anything like that in my heart. My life was about my career. I needed to heal from the pain. Kenna would disagree. She told me every day that I had the two years to recover. Although losing everyone close to you in the way I did is not something you just get over.

  Of course, she was the only one who knew the whole story. She knew why I was so torn, broken. It was more than just losing someone you loved. There was so much more hanging on me, my decisions that night. I know it will haunt me forever. I doubt anyone would want someone like me. I mean, my demons are ugly bastards. I did this, it was all my fault.

  Somehow, though, when I looked into those smoldering green eyes, it stilled my mind. He made me see past the demons in my own heart. Calm down Cassie, you don’t even know him. Deep down, I wanted to know him. Even though I didn’t want a relationship, I still found myself at the coffee shop every day. Just to look into those piercing green eyes. To still myself, my mind and to see the beauty that lies inside him.

  Lucien

  Running every morning gives my mind a break from the everyday mind-numbing business meetings. I got into this business to publish, not to sit in stuffy board meetings. Although, I know I have to. Taking over the business from my father is what I was meant to do. My life is perfect, I have a penthouse apartment, nice cars and a little black book of every hot model in LA.

  Some call me the ultimate playboy, I call myself lucky. Love isn’t something I want or need. So, I have fun. Being young and single allows me the freedom to fuck any girl who wants it and let us be honest, they all do. Since I turned sixteen, every girl I came across wanted in my pants. If it wasn’t my money they were after, I woul
d have probably settled down. Actually… Who am I kidding? Settling down wasn’t in my vocabulary. After what happened with my ex, those words were blasphemy.

  As soon as I reached the door of the coffee shop, I step inside and take in the early morning queue and the intoxicating smell of roasted coffee. The best smell ever. I order my usual and make my way up to the table. Glancing up, my breath stops and my cock twitches. She’s fucking beautiful. Taking in her appearance, the first thing I look for is a ring. None that I can see. Which means she’s single, perfect.

  Sipping my coffee, I find myself wondering why she’s sitting alone. I have never seen her here before and I wonder if she just moved here or if she’s one of those girls that knows where I hang out and now she’s waiting for an open. When her gaze falls on me, there isn’t a hint of recognition. Maybe I was wrong.

  Her brown curls are tied back, but there are a few that have escaped the clip and frame her beautiful face. Those mocha eyes seem to pierce through me. I imagine her looking up at me with those soft lips wrapped around my cock. Fuck. Her hands tremble around the mug of coffee and I know that’s due to my intense gaze on her. I am confident about that.

  Play it cool. She would look so good bound to my bed. Moaning with pleasure as I taste her. I bet she tastes like fucking honey. Taking another sip of coffee, I pull out my phone. With the steel erection in my sweats, I think I need to get out tonight, I message Jayce. This girl needs time. She’s timid and nervous, just how I like them. I need to take my time with her. Then and there I decide I want her, but I am going to do this my way. Is there any other way?