Book Title: Kink
Author: Nikki Sex
Genre: Erotica
Synopsis
Emily Malone snuck into my life,
slipped under my skin, and right into my heart. Little did I know that danger
and death tagged along with her, following in her innocent wake.
I’m always in control – but not with
her. Emily makes me doubt myself, because she’s so important to me. Emily knows
nothing of the lifestyle. I know she’s submissive, but I must take it slow.
Gradually, step-by-step, I’ll teach
her to enjoy my particular brand of kink, my unique darker needs. She’ll learn
to love what I love. What I need.
That is if both of us live long
enough to complete her training.
Excerpt
I can’t move. I’m dying.
For an instant, I imagine someone finding
my body. Will birds gather to peck at me? Is that how I’ll be discovered? By
someone attracted by unusual animal activity?
For a moment I consider who might find
me. Will it be someone I know? I can almost hear them yell, “Holy shit, that’s
Paul Jarman!”
An excruciating spasm assaults me. My
lungs seize. My body convulses. Internally, every part of me screams. My mouth
falls open – but instead of shrieking, only a soft hiss issues from my throat,
heralding my agony and despair.
The sound is pathetic. Is that tiny
utterance the last noise I’m capable of making before I die?
There’s no one nearby to hear me, even if
I’d been able to scream.
I’ve never been so alone.
I’ve also never felt such unbearable
pain. Time stops. There’s only this one eternal moment, the agony of now.
I’m twenty-six years old. I’m too young
to die. I’ve been an idiot most of my life. I’ve been an asshole… but just
recently, I’ve learned so much. Everything has been coming together. If I live,
I really think that I can make something of myself.
But I’m not going to live.
Inexorable pressure, like the invisible
hand of some cruel giant, pushes down hard on my chest. No air! Each breath I
take becomes more and more difficult. Wow. Is this what it feels like to be
starved for oxygen? As a Dom I like breath play. It’s kind of karmic to be on
the other side.
But I sure as fuck don’t get an erotic
thrill from this.
I’m dizzy. My vision tunnels. The
physical pain fades, but sadness stabs at me. This agony of heart and soul is
intense. It’s worse than any bodily torment.
I have so many regrets.
My biggest sorrow comes from the thought
of losing Emily. Not only losing her, but leaving her. Not being there for her.
My one pure and perfect joy has come from Emily. I’m so grateful that I’ve had
her in my life. She’s taught me so much.
If only we had more time together.
My sweet girl will be distraught. I can’t
imagine how she will deal with my death. With all that I’m enduring, the
thought of her pain is more than I can take. I forcefully shove the reflection
away. I wish I could protect her from this.
Blood continues to pump from me. I feel
its warmth flowing onto my chest. I’m floating in a mental haze. As I near
death, I enter a strangely comfortable state of philosophical delirium.
Is it better to kill…or to be killed?
What if you took another person’s life by
accident… say perhaps, through a moment of incompetent or distracted driving?
That would create a burden of guilt that you’d have to live with for the rest
of your life. It might even drive a person to suicide.
Premeditated murder assumes that one’s
conscience is reconciled to committing such a sin. Once reaching that point,
guilt and regret wouldn’t be an issue.
What about an impulsive murder of
passion? Can one honestly justify killing another by pleading temporary
insanity? Would a temporary loss of control lessen the burden of guilt
afterwards? Even if someone still died by your hands?
But I’m not crazy. My actions didn’t
result from temporary insanity. For me, it was pure animal instinct.
I killed on purpose.
As my life drains away, I smile because I
know that if I had the chance, I’d do it again. Committing murder is one thing
that I don’t regret.
~ Book Trailer ~
About the Author
Nikki Sex writes sexy contemporary
romance, often involving a bit of kink. She's a sucker for Happy Ever After
endings, so no matter how dark my stories get, fear not! It always all works
out in the end.
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