"Imperfect Monster" By: Jennifer Bene - Release Blitz
Imperfect Monster is LIVE!!!
Title: Imperfect Monster
Author: Jennifer Bene
Amazon → http://mybook.to/ImperfectMonster (Goes live on 1/20. Available for pre-order, and will be available in Kindle Unlimited)
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Cold, ruthless, vicious.
I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it… until she stormed into the house like some avenging Valkyrie.
Brave, stupid, beautiful.
Nicky just wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could say I wanted to protect her — but I’m far from perfect and she’s so damn sweet.
And all I want is a taste before this world destroys her.
Short Excerpt - Rated R
Switching my hands to her hips I yanked her down the table, splitting her thighs around me, exposing her pink folds. Not wet. Yet. I could get her there. Nicky panicked when I ripped open the button to my pants, crying harder and trying to turn away. I almost flipped her onto her belly, but I wanted to see her face. Needed to.
I wrapped my arm around her thigh to hold her where I wanted her as I shoved everything out of the way, groaning in my chest as I wrapped a fist around the base of my cock. So tantalizingly close to her pussy. It would take so little effort to shove in, to hold her down… condom. After digging in my pocket I tore the foil between my teeth and rolled it on.
“No, no, no…” Nicky was pulling back, withdrawing, her eyes clenched tight as she shook her head back and forth on the table. “Why? I didn’t do anything—” She was crying again, her voice tinted with the pathetic sound of it. “I didn’t do anything to you!”
There was a twinge in my chest, somewhere inside the inky blackness eating away at everything except the urge to own her, to take her while she was still her. Before Diego could have her, before Paulo ruined her. Her next sob was like a ripple in the black, and I ripped her up from the table, fist buried in her hair. Eyes open, wide and afraid on mine.
“Please,” she whispered, close enough to my face that I felt her exhale. Another shudder in the black, a flicker of something almost human.
I crushed her to my chest, my other arm moving around her waist to hold her in place so I could roll my hips against her, rubbing my latex-clad cock against her soft flesh. Her hair smelled like sunlight, warm and summery, and I clenched my jaw as I brushed my stubble against her neck. Women were always nervous in my bed, a hint of fear as they wondered what I’d do to them, and more often than not there was pain along with the pleasure. I didn’t do gentle, I couldn’t, but they always signed up for it. They wanted to taste the darkness. Nicky had just wanted to save her brother. Feeling the shiver rush through her muscles, the grip of her thighs around my hips, the hitched expansion of her ribs — it was perfect. She was perfect, and I didn’t want to ruin it… did I?
More importantly, could I stop myself?
Medium Excerpt: Rated PG-13
“I don’t know what to do with you, belleza.” His lips tilted up in a wry smile, and then he stared up at the ceiling before he cursed under his breath and walked away, swallowing another mouthful of rum.
I took the hint and drank as well, shrugging as I offered a suggestion. “Let me go?”
Another huffed laugh, Andre shook his head as his eyes moved around the room, landing on everything but me. “You still don’t get it, do you? Paulo isn’t going to let you go, Nicky. I couldn’t let you go even if I tried.”
The words caught me by surprise, and I felt darkness creeping in, but I fought it. “That’s… that’s bullshit. You could at least try! Honestly, you could walk me out of here right-”
“Do you honestly think Paulo doesn’t know where you live? Know the hospital room your brother is in?” Andre wiped a hand over his face, pacing the bit of floor between his closet and desk. “Fuck, Nicky, he probably knows your entire life by now. There isn’t anywhere you could go where he wouldn’t find you and fucking kill you.”
Panic exploded inside me, spreading fast through my veins as I shook my head. “No, no, you bought me. You own me, right? Isn’t that the deal? That means YOU can let me go! You can-”
“Paulo owns you, Nicky. I told you that last night. He owns me, he owns you, he owns this house and every man in it.” Another harsh laugh that held no humor. “And if you think he doesn’t pretty much own this fucking city, you’re delusional.”
I was spiraling, breaths coming shorter as I tried to wrap my mind around what he was saying. It wasn’t real, didn’t feel real, but I had to say the words aloud, to make him confirm them. “He… he’s never letting me go. Ever.”
Andre’s jaw was clenched as I looked up at him. Rough, terrifying, and for a fraction of a second he almost looked sorry. But then it was gone, and he jerked his chin toward me. “Drink the rum, Nicky.”
It was like he’d let the air out of the room, and I followed the direction gladly. Not even tensing when he moved close again to refill my glass, carrying his own.
Nudging the tray out of his way, he took a seat on the edge of the bed, both of us drinking in silence for a while as I let the impossible settle inside me. Never. I’m never getting out of here. And as much as my mind tried to fight it, I couldn’t deny the logic of it all, because there was no way that I’d grow old in this house. I wouldn’t be like that woman making breakfast this morning, becoming some odd fixture of this place.
I was a toy, a plaything, and for right now I was Andre’s toy, but Paulo could come by at any time and take me. And I had a very strong feeling that Paulo didn’t take good care of his toys.
“I’m going to die here, aren’t I?” It was barely a whisper, but I knew Andre had heard me because he took another long drink from his glass. When I looked up at him, his eyes were glued to the rumpled sheets. “Tell me the truth.”
“No one knows the future, Nicky.”
“Then tell me your fucking prediction,” I snapped. “I’m not talking about whether or not I’ll get married someday, or have kids, I’m asking about your fucking boss. Will he let me live or not?”
“It’s…” He stopped, stealing another drink as he avoided my gaze. “The safest place for you is here.” Andre spoke to the bed, not lifting his eyes at all, and my rage burned through all of the nihilism to find its way back to the surface.
“Why can’t you just give me a straight fucking answer?” I shouted.
That brought his eyes up, but he seemed to be without any more bullshit answers. Everything about him closed off, shut down, until he was that empty, terrifying robot I’d seen the day before. Hot, cold. Violent, tender. On, off. Andre was made up of extremes, and I was lost in the middle somewhere.
Fucking drowning in the void.
Long Excerpt: Rated R
“Nicky, open the door.” It was Andre’s voice, and I shoved a scrap of paper I’d snagged into the book to mark my place and left it on the bedside table before moving to the door. I fumbled with shaking hands through the locks, but finally opened it and he pushed both me and the door aside as he walked in. I caught the masculine scent of sweat and the outside as he brushed past, but managed to shut the door tight as soon as he was inside. Redoing all of the locks.
“What happened?” I asked, but Andre was silent. Removing his guns to set them on the top of the dresser beside his closet. Then the jacket came off, and then the holster thing that wrapped across his back and chest to keep the guns against his ribs. “Andre?”
When he turned around, I stumbled backward until my legs hit the bed behind me. He looked like he had the night before, when I was caught in that fucking chair, waiting for Paulo to decide my fate. Empty, dark brown eyes, a frightening expression on his face that sent fear thrumming through me before I could fight it.
He didn’t look human.
“Andre?” I repeated, voice wavering, and he stalked forward. So tall, so broad, and when he grabbed onto my waist I flinched. He squeezed hard, pinching my skin before he ripped my shirt over my head, forcing me to duck my head through the hole before he tossed it aside. Before I could even react, his hands were already at my shorts, the button popped free and the zipper down. I regretted taking my shoes off as he grabbed me under the arms and tossed me onto the bed so he could yank the shorts free.
Fuck. What was wrong with him?
I was afraid. No other reaction was really appropriate as he planted one knee on the end of the bed, and I scrambled backward but he caught my ankle and yanked me flat. He was still clothed, sweaty and silent. “Don’t hurt me,” I whispered.
Something in his expression faltered, but then his eyes dropped to my chest and he grabbed my shoulder to turn me onto my side so he could undo the clasp of my bra. He tossed it aside, immediately palming my breasts as he straddled one of my thighs. Thumbs rolling over my nipples, I could barely process that they were already hard and peaked until I felt him tighten his grip and pinch them both.
“FUCK!” I screamed, whimpering as the pain shot like bolts of lightning through my breasts, forcing my back to arch in an effort to ease the strain. But Andre didn’t back off, he twisted them further and I felt tears in my eyes, grabbing onto his shoulders and digging my nails in as if it would make him stop.
Leaning over me, he bit down on my shoulder and I screamed again, pushing at his ribs as he released my tender nipples, and then he had both his legs inside of mine. Spreading me, digging his knees into my thighs so I had no way to stop him, but I could barely focus as his teeth pressed in harder.
“Please, please, please!” I begged, whining when he finally took a breath and released me, his dark eyes staring at the place his mouth had just been. Then he looked between us, and he grabbed my panties, tearing the pale blue fabric as his biceps bulged. The fabric burned against my hips as he ripped it, yanking the remnants out from under me so he could throw it aside. “Andre?”
His name didn’t seem to affect him at all as he slid his fingers between my legs, forcing two of them into me where I wasn’t wet in the least. I whimpered and lifted my hips off the bed, but he ran his thumb over my clit as his mouth moved to my breast, sucking on the tender bud as he stroked me below. For a minute or two, every shift of his fingers seemed to burn and ache, and then my body caught up and started to lubricate around his harsh touch. There was pleasure, and pain, as he opened me up, warming my body for what I knew would come next. It was almost cruel how deft his touch was, the way his thumb swirled over my clit, his mouth sucking and nipping at my breast, sending zings of sensation through my body.
I wanted to fight, and I didn’t. I wanted to give in, and I wanted him to take me by force.
Thought was something I couldn’t effectively manage as he stroked his fingers in and out, wetting them as I grew slick, as my whimpers turned to moans. Then he grabbed my thighs and bent them towards my chest, staring down at my open pussy with the look of a desperate, dangerous man.
I was afraid to speak, afraid to struggle against his strength as he tucked my heels over his shoulders and opened his jeans to shove the fabric out of the way and free his cock. I had stared the night before, but in this position he somehow seemed larger, especially as he moved closer to my entrance, erection bobbing at his hips. One fist around it, I opened my mouth to argue, but he lined up and drove home hard, stealing the words away as I cried out.
It was almost painful, the sudden, brutal stretch as he bottomed out in one thrust. With my body bent as it was, he slammed deep on his second drive, and I felt the sharp ache as he hit my cervix, tears burning my eyes. “Please,” I whimpered, reaching past my legs to dig my nails into his arms, but there was no response.
Andre braced his hands on either side of my ribs, folding me as he used every inch of power in his body to fuck me. It hurt, it felt good, and I couldn’t think straight as he continued to move. My breaths were short, a consequence of my ribs being compressed, and that wasn’t helping the dizzying effects of his thrusts. Pleasure blurred the aches and pains, made me forget the threat of the man above me as I sank into it.
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Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. She’s been in the Amazon Top 50, and had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Horror, and more. While she’s been writing for years, it's always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological story lines. Don’t worry though, she always insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after, because without the dark we'd never appreciate the light.
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