When I Break
From the author of FILTHY BEAUTIFUL LIES comes a hotly charged new erotica series - this is book 1 of 3. Perfect for fans of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY.Forbidden fruit is always the most temptingKnox Bauer's life has unraveled to the point of no return. Fighting to fill the emptiness inside himself, he seeks solace in unfamiliar beds with unfamiliar women. But as guardian to his three younger brothers, this can't go on… Needing a change, he attends a local Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting, where he finds himself drawn in by the alluring instructor, McKenna.Twenty-one year old McKenna is trying to make amends. After losing her parents in a horrific accident, she knows if she can just be good enough, maybe she can forgive herself for what happened. With her newly acquired degree in counselling, she’s leading a sex addicts group when her life takes on complications she never bargained for. She doesn't have time for a bad boy who only wants to take her to bed, even if her body disagrees. The fixer in her wants to help, but trusting Knox's true motivations might take more courage than she has…
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When I Break
When I Break series Book 1
BY KENDALL RYAN
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published by Kendall Ryan Books 2014
First published in Great Britain by Harper 2015
Copyright © Kendall Ryan 2014
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Contents
Knox
Pain exploded in my hand and I fell back onto the scuffed wooden floor. I stared down at the blood dripping from my shredded knuckles, and it took me a moment to place the shrill noise coming from behind me.
âKnox!â a girl screamed.
She knew my name, but I couldnât remember hers.
The girlâs voice wasnât familiar. Probably because we hadnât done much talking when I brought her home last night. I wondered if the screams and moans she let out during sex would be more familiar to me. Probably not; I was pretty wasted when weâd gotten here.
Through blurry eyes, I looked at the girl for the first time, trying to remember where Iâd picked her up. At the moment she was topless and wearing only a glittery pink thong. Images of her shaking her ass in that thong flooded my brain.
Tears welled in her eyes and she crept closer to me. âAre you okay?â
The G-string she wore jogged my memory. Lap danceâ¦dollar billsâ¦shots of Cuervo burning a wicked path down my throat until my mind was just where I needed it. Oblivion.
âKnox, oh my God. What did you do?â She looked down, inspecting my hand more closely.
I closed my eyes for a moment, willing her to quiet down before she woke up my brothers. When I opened them again, I looked down and took stock of myself, naked and sitting sprawled on my bedroom floor. It wasnât one of my finer moments. I straightened my fingers, then hissed through clenched teeth as I inspected my injured hand in the dim light. Shit. I wasnât sure if it was broken, but it throbbed like a bitch.
âIâm fine,â I bit out. My heart pounded in my chest and I was breathless, as if Iâd just finished running a sprint. Blood smears painted the wall where Iâd taken out my aggression, and a ragged hole gaped in the drywall. As I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself, I realized Iâd been having a dream about what I would do to my father if I ever saw him again.
âDo you want me to get you something for the pain?â the girl asked.
A distant memory flooded my brain, probably what brought on the nightmare in the first place. Images of my leg, broken and twisted when Iâd fallen from a tree as a boy, suddenly came back to me. I remember putting on a brave face when my dad referred to pain pills as âbitch mints.â
I shook my head. âNo, Iâm fine.â I didnât need them then and I didnât need them now.
The girl sucked her lower lip into her mouth, her eyes welling with tears. There was nothing I hated more than seeing a girl cry.
âCome here.â I reached my good hand toward her.
Her expression wary, she crawled over to where I sat on the floor. When I rose to my knees and stroked my lengthening dick, her eyes locked onto my movements, darting back and forth between my face, my bloodied hand, and my cock, trying to understand what I wanted.
âCome suck me off.â Yeah, it was a dick move, but it was the only thing that would calm me down right now. It was either that or liquor, and I knew my cabinets would be empty. If Iâd gone out earlier, it was most likely for alcohol, pussy, or both.
She frowned. âWhat about your hand?â
âFuck my hand,â I ground out. âI want your lips around my cock.â
