The Way He Breaks Me

The Way He Breaks Me

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I didn't choose Evan. I agreed to his rules-and that was worse. What starts as a desperate arrangement becomes a slow descent into control, punishment, and dangerous devotion. Evan doesn't shout. He commands through touch, silence, and certainty-until obedience feels safer than freedom. This is a dark romance about power, possession, and the moment resistance turns into need.
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The story is not your regular bland dark romance story with some forced marriage, a virgin girl and a mafia boss with a Russian name who says "I claim you" or "I own you". This one is a different story, with an actual story line. It is a slow burn thriller with several chapters containing smut and violence, all clearly flagged. Trigger warning! This book has a storyline containing graphic sexual content that could be triggering to some readers. This includes, but is not limited to BDSM, impact play, CNC, intense humiliation/degradation, descriptive violent scenes, sexual assault and turture. Read at your own risk. Excerpt: She didn't resist it. She let me place her exactly where I wanted her. I liked that. There is something so intimate and exciting about tying someone up. I find it way more erotic than undressing them. I could already see her pussy glistening. I let my eyes travel over her, taking in the way she held herself - a little tense, a little eager. "Before we start," I said, "whip or paddle?" "Paddle," she answered quickly. I couldn't help the small smirk that tugged at my mouth. "Whip it is." Her breath caught, just barely. I noticed everything. I picked up the whip and let it rest loosely between my fingers. "Fifty strokes," I told her. "You'll count them."

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