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212 pages, ebook
First published September 5, 2014



“Let's play then, Rush.”
“I don’t know how to do this.” Dima motioned between them. “It scares me,” he whispered. “The way I feel, the way you make me feel. It scares me.” Too much to put into words. He’d never had something to lose before.

X lost track of everything but the taste of Dima. He was surrounded by the Russian, his senses taken over by him. He'd fight it, but he wasn't meant to win this. From the instant Dima accosted him in the bathroom at the club, X realized this was meant to happen. He was meant to give in, to be here on his knees, holding Dima’s face between his hands, kissing him as if he'd be lost without the sweet taste of the other man filling his taste buds.

He was willing to do whatever was necessary to keep this silly grin on his face. To keep his heart beating faster and his pulse racing. His reaction was similar to what he’d felt with Quinn, but different. He’d fallen in love with Quinn slowly, quietly. With Dima, it was like a baseball bat upside the head, these feelings. They completely swamped him, made him want different things, made him want to be different.
“Aw, Rush.” The blows fell faster, harder. “You have me. Couldn’t lose me if you tried.”

That wouldn’t do for Dima. He’d demand more. No way would he accept being topped by someone who wouldn’t or couldn’t show their pleasure at his submission. His gift. Because submission was a gift to be treasured. Appreciated.

Warning: Includes strong BDSM elements, and reference to rape and sexual abuse.I kept flashing to one of my absolute favorite BDSM books Uneven while reading this. I can very confidently say that if you enjoyed Uneven, you are going to love (Watch Me) Break You. It is actually better!
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⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*It didn't do it for me*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“Blood and violence gets me hard,” Dima murmured with a smile.

“I’m the only one allowed to hurt you, Rush.”
“You’re worth everything to me. I want you to choose me, even when the time comes that you won’t want to.”
Dima flipped until they were face to face.“I’ll be here, wherever you go.” His eyes were bright in the low light. “My place,” he touched the pad of one finger to X’s mouth, “my place is by your side.”
“Watch me,” his toy whispered. Sadistic. Eyes so black Dima didn't see the whites. He looped the rope around Dima's neck. Tightened it. “Let's play then, Rush.” He pulled the rope. “And watch me.”
Dima did.
“Watch me break you.” He tightened the rope, pulling while Dima opened his mouth, fighting to breathe, to live.
The man released him and was gone before Dima could gulp in air.
His heart pounded as he clutched the edge of the sink, breathing fast. He met his own wild gaze in the mirror, shivering at the hungry grin on his face.
A chase. He could do that.
“I like you.”Zhirkov smiled, tongue flicking out to play with the lip piercing. “I mean you’re suicidal, but I like you. Find someone else to fuck with, I have nothing you want.”
“Or else?”
Zhirkov's teeth flashed when he grinned. It was predatory, it was threatening, it was cold, and it made X freeze and stare in fascination.
“I like blood. I've got no problem with getting into a bloodbath with you,” the Russian said with a smirk. “I just wanted to make sure that's howyou wanna play it.” He got to his feet. “You know where I'll be at. Come get me.”
It was natural to X to reach out and pinch the bleeding lip between thumb and forefinger, hard. Until Dima whimpered and his eyes snapped open. Need swam there, shimmering in those pretty fucking eyes. X hooked his thumb nail in the little cut at the inside of Dima's lip, tearing it. Blood dripped down Dima's chin and onto the front of his white t-shirt. And the Russian took the pain, reveled in it with loud whimpers that spiked X's blood pressure.
X lost track of everything but the taste of Dima, the feel of him between his legs, under his fingertips, the sound of him. He was surrounded by the Russian, his senses taken over by him. He'd fight it, but he wasn't meant to win this.
Bastard that X was, he wanted more. The last thing he should want, the last person he should want, but he did.
X wasn’t going to question it, he wasn’t going to hide from it. Caring for Dima was suicide, but he’d take it if it meant going back to life without the excitement of Dima.
“I love everything about you, Rush.” Xavier concentrated on Dima’s ass. “Everything. You’re worth it.” He alternated blows, lashing Dima’s butt cheeks. “To me.” His choked words cut off then began again. “You’re worth everything to me. I want you to choose me, even when the time comes that you won’t want to.”
Dima didn’t know if the whip or Xavier’s words were the cause of his loud, hacking sobs. But they were, ripping from his throat.
“Choose me when your head says no.”
"Watch me," his toy whispered. Sadistic. Eyes so black Dima didn't see the whites. He looped the rope around Dima's neck. Tightened it. "Let's play then, Rush." He pulled the rope. "And watch me." Dima did.
"Watch me break you."
“Blood and violence gets me hard,” Dima murmured with a smile.”
3 dark, raw, suspenseful, emotional & kinky stars!
“He’d fallen in love with Quinn slowly, quietly. With Dima, it was like a baseball bat upside the head, these feelings. They completely swamped him, made him want different things, made him want to be different.”