“They killed my family. My friends. When I had nothing left, they brought me here, for him to kill. But only once he’s finished playing his game of cat and mouse.”
I was stripped and put in a cell with a huge alien. He has been driven over the edge. He wants to kill me, but first he wants to destroy my mind. I can’t give him a reason not to, but I won’t go down without a fight. He invades every part of me, forces me to call him Master, and subjects me to his mind control. I have nothing left to lose. He thinks he can break me. Can you break something that’s as wrecked as I am?
Humans have taken everything from me: My home, my family, my wife, and they want to take my sanity. They’re afraid of me. Grande Pharma imprisoned me and subjected me to tests. They gave me mind control. But they hadn’t banked on me running my own psychological tests. My hypothesis was simple: What would it take to break the human women who kept getting sent in here to seduce me for information? I take them apart, piece by piece. Revel in destroying them. But Aspen is different. She’s feisty and resistant. Breaking her will be satisfying. But will she break me, first?
This is book one in the Unbreakable series but reads as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This is an extremely dark romance with graphic scenes, featuring a dominant alien who exerts mind control and a feisty, human heroine who refuses to give up. But there is an HEA.
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“Fuck this! Fuck you! Fuck Grande Pharma! Fuck my dumbass fucking anus for fucking hurting so much!” I was on an f-bomb spree and I had an unlimited supply of ammo. I would keep this up until he stopped stretching my poor bottom open with a bigger butt plug. “Go and fuck your fucking grandmother you motherfucking cunt-face!”
Yeah, I know. Big, scary alien. I was supposed to be bowing and scraping and begging to suck his cock to avoid the butt plug. My way was more satisfying and less soul-destroying.
Until he slid inside my mind and forced my tongue to be still. Soon, I could only make garbled half-sounds from the back of my throat. Worse still, he wouldn’t let me close my mouth to stop myself from drooling.
“Be silent and bear down on this plug, slave.” He wasn’t very sympathetic to my pain.
I decided as soon as he released my mouth I was going to suggest he stuff something up his own ass so he’d know what it felt like. That seemed like a good potshot. I liked to queue them up so I had an endless supply of curses to throw his way. I’d started to learn how to push just enough to express my anger and sense of powerlessness but not so far as to elicit any punishment he wasn’t already going to find a reason to inflict on my poor ass.
The hard, cold steel plug seemed spherical as it was mercilessly shoved past my tight, virgin ring, and I mentally let loose another stream of curses, even though I couldn’t speak any of them. They were really more for my benefit, anyway. I had to keep my spirits up, or I was going to break and start simpering at him.
When he’d first started pushing this into my butt, the lubricated metal had awakened something delicate and delicious inside me, but it was soon overshadowed by the stretching feeling as space was warped around the butt plug and my eyes wanted to cross.
Now, I felt every millimeter of the hard, unyielding metal as it forced me open sorely. Honestly? Despite my hostile facade, I wanted to cry. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction until the tears were wrenched from me.
But fuck me, it hurt.