Breaking Him

Folks in town call him a monster. They say he’s dangerous. But I know him simply as Elijah Hays, the quiet, gentle giant who works with the horses on my ranch. I can feel him watching me, that steady, intense gaze making me crave things I don’t quite understand and burn in a way that unsettles me. He’s always kept his distance…until that night.

I remember him coming to my rescue and how later I followed him into the barn. It was the first time he’d been with a woman…and his inexperienced—yet barely restrained—touch shattered me, leaving me in ashes.

Now all I can think about is unleashing the dark desires I see deep inside him—and sharing them. Being under his touch…and his command. That low, gritty voice rasping orders in my ear while rough hands hold me down.

I want his surrender. I want to break his control…and leave us both shattered.