Author: Elena M. Reyes
Cover Design by:â¤ï¸Coquette Graphicsâ¤ï¸
Genre: Erotica/Contemporary Romance
Re-Release Date 10/27/2016
How do I dominate and enamor the woman whoâs in charge of signing my paycheck?
Thatâs the one question, Joshua Timbers, has been asking himself since he first stepped foot into his own personal Hell. JT, or Yoshiâas his tormentor likes to call himâhas lived a life of hardship and loss since an early age. Being the product of a single parent home, heâs accustomed to hard work and lonely nights.
Seeing the strong man that raised him suffer after the loss of his mother made JTâs own heart harden. All that mattered was seeking instant gratification to curve his enormous appetite.
Until the blessed day he met his fallen angel, Janelle.
Beautiful, and with balls bigger than her entire crew, Janelle is accustomed to the leering looks of men, even though sheâs their bossâthe owner of Walker Constructions, alongside her brother.
Her beauty is untouchable to everyone, but how far will Joshua go to bend his hellion to his will and make her his?
What was hell?
If you asked a member of any church today, theyâd say it was nightmarishâa dark and gloomy place filled with horrific images and boughs of endless pain. A place where demons roamed freely, feeding off the dregs of the deceased.
A part of humanity that lost its moral compass: the common sinner.
These pour souls sinned in order to achieve greatness; sold their very essence to attain the vanity-filled dreams everyone covets:
And at the end theyâd find themselves with nothing but eternal pain.
Then there were those we called our loved ones. Targeted, they lost the small morsel of their souls that made them good. It made them an easy target.
At the very least, that was what the religious people of the world claimed. Wanted us to believe.
Neither of those descriptions meant shit to me. Religion never mattered much. Not when youâd lost so much and witnessed firsthand just what losing faith did to a person.
I wasnât most people.
Most had chosen to believe the words drilled into their minds from an early age, but I knew better. Hell wasnât somewhere dark where the eternal flames glowed and the sinners were condemned toâto pay for the unforgivable deeds of their past life. Acts that were unforgivable in the eyes of the church.
In my reality, though, that was a blatant lie.
Hell was here, surrounding us day in and day out. We paid for our sins in life, not death. One way or another, karma would collect those that wronged another. No one, no matter who the fuck they were, could escape this bitch named life.
Problem was that no matter how much I looked at my current situation, I was at a loss. What the fuck had I done to deserve her?
My hellâthe one that tortured me while both awake and asleepâwasnât dark or terrifying. It wasnât painful in the general sense. Well, that was unless you counted the pain my cock had suffered to be life threatening. I guess it could be considered cruel; she loved to torture me when I couldnât react or make her pay.
âYou are here to work, not fuck me. My pussyâs not on your daily task sheet!â
Iâd never been so hardâ¦so fucking swollen, as Iâd been in her presence. Twitching and pulsating against the zipper of my Leviâs, I hurt, and she refused to right the wrong sheâd created.
âI donât fuck my employeesâ¦not even the promising outline of your big cock will change that.â
You see, my personal hell was all wrapped up in a lustful package. A body created by God himself, made for the sole purpose of fucking up my quiet and ordinary life. This woman brought me down to my kneesâdemanded that I pay on a daily basis for the lustful thoughts and impulses she, herself, caused.
âWorry about making sure all the drywall on this floor is up; drilling me isnât on the agenda and never will be.â
And I would gladly repent daily, on my knees at her temple, if she would just give in to me.
My version of hell was a woman. A cock tease.
A woman whose inner and outer beauty surpassed the normal standard society had deemed appropriate. Janelle was a temptress, my personal mistress.
Rendered me incapable of both speech and function at times when all I wanted to do was make her mine. One day Janelle would break me, of that there was no doubt. Problem was that in pushing me past my breaking point, she was losing her power over me and becoming my target. My prey.
When that day came, I would take her without mercy. With no remorse because by then she would be as consumed in her need for me as I was for her.
This woman, angel, or my personal demon, has had my dick hard, leaking and begging for her attention since she first entered my life all those glorious months ago. Now, it was her turn to be miserable.
To feel an eighth of the demands my body made whenever she entered a room. I would make her beg me. Come from a mere look.
Janelle would cry out for me one day, and only then would I gift her my cock.
Her time was up.
I was coming for her.
About the Author:
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of artâwhether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what theyâd learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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