A beautiful, enchanting story of love, happiness— *Record needle scratches across vinyl*
I'm just ****ing with you. Love, happiness, and fairy tales… Yeah, they don't live here anymore.
The only things residing amongst these thin and baren walls is Dominance, submission, and twisted ****ing obsession.
Stella's childhood consisted of things that would leave even the strongest shattered and desecrated.
She gets knocked down over and over throughout her life… Though she is bloodied and battered she stands back up every single time, smirks and nods her head before asking, "That all you got?".
Wesley has shoved his way through the rich life with both middle fingers up. He's also shoved his way through half of the socialite population, but all that vanilla has left him a starved man.
He knows he can't keep his Dom fed with just kinky little masochistic vanilla's anymore.
On his mission to find the perfect sub Wesley stumbles across a broken, shattered angel, only to find when she comes up swinging, that this little angel knows how to fight.
Is he dominant enough to bend the broken? Is he strong enough to hold on when she bends and breaks?
How can she submit when all she knows is to fight? When the weight of her past crashes down upon them will that which destroys her finally destroy her as well him?
“We will fight, angel. We’ll fight hard. But it’ll be worth every strike below the belt. Every hateful or spiteful word said, because when we love, when we ****, when our passion reaches an intensity so goddamn powerful like it has every single time, it’ll extinguish all the bad. I want all your hate, Stell… Just as much as I want all your love. We are doing this. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it, angel. Is that understood?”