Cover Reveal: Breaking China By N.J Cole

Cover Reveal:

Breaking China

By

N.J Cole

Sept 1st

China Perry has one goal, and she will do anything to achieve

it, including sell herself into human sex trafficking. She endures countless

ruthless masters on her mission, undeterred by the pain and humiliation each of

them causes. Determined to let nothing stop her, she’d turned her heart cold,

never allowing herself to feel for any of these barbarians who had purchased

her. That is, until she meets Master Richard.


Richard Pantero has been searching for something his entire life. Though he has

money, servants, and women willing to do anything for him, his life is still

empty. He’s lived the lifestyle and hasn’t thought twice about purchasing

companionship. Each girl was different, yet the same until China entered his

world like a comet changing everything he’d ever believed in.


In a love story for the ages, follow Richard and China on their journey. Can he

find the peace he’s been searching for? Can she trust him enough to let down

her walls and allow him to help her find what she craves the most? Is love

enough?


Publisher’s note: This story is written in first person point of view similar

to a screen play alternating between characters to give the authenticity of

each character’s feelings. Warning: Intense bondage, aggressive sex, human

trafficking.

China:


I'd been purchased. I knew what he expected. He expected me to beg and plead.

The others girls were crying. Sobs like, "Please, Master, please don't

hurt me," filled the room.


Some slaves were trying to strike bargains. "If I suck you off, then

please don't fuck me." I rolled my eyes. Could they really be so stupid as

to believe these men would make bargains? They owned the girls now, plain and

simple.

I heard footsteps then saw him. He held the key to my crate

as well as the keys to my cuffs. I bit back the urge to look up at him and spit

in his face or spout "fuck you," both of which I would have done if

not in shackles, if not at his mercy. Instead, I chose to say and do nothing.

I gazed into his eyes, and unlike the other Masters who had

gotten pissed, he just smirked, and it made me think twice. He was handsome,

and had he not just "purchased" me, I might have been attracted to

him.

Richard:


My eyes remained locked with hers; no words had been said, but the struggle had

begun. I felt a surge of energy wash through me. Could she finally be the one?

I continued staring her down; long moments passed before she averted her gaze.

Unshackling her arms, I knew the next round of her training

would prove interesting. I had caught a subtle look of desire cross her

features. Quick, but unmistakable. I slowly began to disrobe, allowing her to

appraise my form as I had done hers. "Kitten, I offer you this chance to

freely pay me homage."

China:


He was different, I'd give him that. The others had choked me until I'd opened

my mouth, inserted an O-ring gag and proceeded to fuck my face. He was asking

me to do it voluntarily.

Pay him homage? Perhaps it would make my life less miserable.

I leaned forward, not wanting to pay special attention to his cock, which, from

the quick glance I'd given it, was magnificent.

I bent as low as possible and kissed his feet. One soft kiss

to the top of each foot. If he thought I was going to speak to him, he was

mistaken. I'd been beaten until I couldn't stand, but I was not going to

acknowledge another human as my "master."

Richard:


A faint frown covered my face, but my heart soared. Finally, a challenge; a pet

whose devotion would have to be earned. Compassion would come in due time, now

was time for the stick.

The proprietor offered me a crop, but I waved him off. I

preferred my first chastisement to be flesh on flesh. My fingers stroking her

hair, the silken strands wrapping around my hand. "Kitten, I see you don't

have the proper respect. Right now, you are nothing more than an object to me.

In time, this could change, but for now you’re less than nothing." My hand

tightened as I lifted her to her feet by her hair.

China:


Oh, here we go again, I thought. I braced myself for his fist to my face. His

hand in my hair raising me to my feet then lifting me slightly off of them. My

toes skimmed the ground. He seemed just the same as the other masters now. I

looked into his eyes. I wouldn't let him beat me to death, though it did have a

sense of peace in it. I had too much to live for. I glared at him.

He said I was nothing more than an object to him, and he was

nothing more than an asshole to me. I wasn't just a fuckhole. I wouldn't let

myself believe that. I would hold onto that little shred of self-respect that I

had left.

Richard:


As my fingers traced her cheek, I lowered my head to her neck, inhaling deeply.

I could see her trembling flesh. My teeth scraping along her shoulder, I bit

down on the nape of her neck holding her in place.


I released her hair, sliding my fingertips down her back. My nails dug into her

flesh. Each of my pets had to bear my markings until they earned my collar. She

began to squirm under me. The friction of her skin on mine was stimulating.

China:


He wasn't like the others. They had reacted in anger, beating me to get out

their frustration, or in the hopes of getting me to become a submissive slut.

He held my gaze until he lowered his head to my neck. I thought he was going to

kiss me, but he inhaled deeply then, to my surprise, ran his mouth over my neck

to my shoulder. I was even more shocked when he bit down. I knew he'd broken

the skin. I bit my own tongue to keep from crying out in pain.

His mouth stayed there as his hands ran down my back,

scratching my skin. Again, I knew he was marking me, tearing my flesh. I

writhed to get away from his strong hands. I refused to give him the

satisfaction of me begging him to stop. I knew he wouldn't anyway. Why would I

disgrace myself.

He pulled his head back and, I could see my blood on his

lower lip. I glared at him.

Richard:


I licked my lips; fury showed in her glare. Such anger was intoxicating; my

loins stirred to life. If she were going to be so difficult, she would soon

learn the consequences of her continued defiance.

I eased around her back, admiring the long scratches. Now all

who looked at her would know she was mine. A crimson drop trickled down her

arm. I knew she was in pain, but still she made no sound.

Well, if she wouldn't scream her submission, she would

whimper it. I ran my palms over her swaying breasts, cupping them. My thumbs

ran circles over her nipples. Her body betrayed her as they stiffened under my

touch. The heel of my hand pressed against her belly as it moved down, my thick

shaft rubbing along her inner thighs. I licked her ear. "You will give in

to me, Kitten."

NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She

works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful

boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write

in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of

the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and

respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over

two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly

an up and coming author.

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