When You’re Taken Hostage…

What would happen if you were taken hostage? Do you think you would survive? With the explosion of darker romance, the concept of abduction is really HOT. But…how can you make your captors sexy and inviting, giving the reader to care about them? They must have a very succinct reason for breaking the law. Can the abductor become a savior?

That’s what you’re going to find out. HOT off the presses. Remember, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

HOSTAGE

Carina

“Now, I fuck you.”

The words reverberated into my mind. So possessive. So demanding. The brutal stranger hostage_fullbelieved that he had every right to treat me like some wayward whore. There was no getting away, no way to fight his incredible strength. As he dragged me into my own bedroom, marching me in a stringent military fashion, I tried not to imagine where this would lead.

Imprisonment.

Punishment.

Death.

I couldn’t think this way. I needed a clear head in order to figure out how to get away from this horrible freak. When he dumped me onto the middle of my bed, I swung around, able to look him in the eyes if only for a few seconds. I recoiled after he glared, trying to catch my breath. There was no soul to the man. There was also no sense of urgency.

Reacting, I scrambled off the bed, only to be yanked and tossed. The clang of the headboard slapping against the wall reverberated into the room, shadowing the ragged beating of my heart.

“Now, if you continue to disobey me, you will be punished severely,” he huffed and yanked me over onto my stomach. “On your hands and knees and stay that way.”

“Fuck you!”

The brutal smack against my ass forced another moan.

“I think you need to be nicer to me, Carina,” he said, leering down, lording his prowess over me.

“You’re out of your mind.”

“I just might be, but I have absolute control over you. Get. On. Your. Knees. Now!”

“Please, stop. I’m begging you. I have some money, if that’s what you want.” Hissing, I crawled into position, simply reacting to the command. Think. Think!The command of my mind wasn’t doing anything but highlighting the dire situation.

“Money certainly isn’t what this is about.” I inhaled the stench of the man as he moved closer to the bed. “Now, we’re going to have a little fun, you and I.”

“No. Fucking. Way.” I kicked out, my foot snapping against his hard body.

Growling, he slapped his hand around my calf, holding my leg in mid-air as he issued a series of savage smacks against my backside, one crack coming after the other.

“Stop. No!”

After another husky chuckle, he raked the tip of his finger down the length of my spine. “I think you want this, Carina. In fact, I know you do.”

His tone reeked of arrogance, pissing me off even more. “You’re a piece of shit!” It felt good to spit the words in his direction. His hand connected with my bottom before the words had even left my mouth, creating another intense wave of discomfort. Whimpering, I clung to the comforter, digging my nails in. I heard him, the sound of his belt being unbuckled, his zipper being tugged, and I was shaken, petrified.

He was going to make good on his promise.

“Are you wet for me, Carina? The scent of your sex gives you away, the kind of burning desire that fuels your fantasies. You seemed to enjoy my attention before.”

His attention. I wasn’t imagining anything. I’d met this creep before. Okay. Where did I know him from? His attention? Everything was muddled together. His face. His hands. His…

Thoughts and images swirled in my mind until I snapped a vision into the forefront. Jesus.I wouldn’t mistake recognizing… The coffee shop. The Goddamn coffee shop. He’d been behind me, crowding my space then I’d turned around, accidentally tossing hot coffee all over his chest. His massive, chiseled and perfect chest. Swallowing, I was finally able to envision his face. He’d looked somewhat different then, a full beard and his glorious hair in a pony tail. But the eyes were the same.

Sexy.

Imploring.

Seductive.

“I’m so sorry. I feel terrible. Let me get your shirt cleaned for you,” I insisted, throwing out my hand and brushing my fingers across his chest. Every synapsis had come alive, my entire body tingling.

“No need,” he said, grinning before yanking off his shirt from the back, peeling away the material and exposing the most glorious set of pecs I’d ever seen. So chiseled. So incredibly masculine. My mouth watered, a series of devilish images rushing into the forefront of my mind. I could lick his chest for hours, savoring the taste of him. Then I’d move to his thick, throbbing cock, sucking on just the tip until I opened my mouth wide, accepting every inch of his sweet glory.

“I just…”

He took a single finger, lifting my chin. “A woman as beautiful as you should never wear a frown.”

Oh, my God. Oh. My. God.

The memory like a sharp jab in the eye went straight into my brain. I sucked in my breath, reeling from the vision. This was insane.

The mystery attacker laughed, so husky and reeking of such intense desire that my pussy quivered. “Hmmm… Your eyes are as telling as the day I met you.”

“No. No!” My defiance seemed weak, ridiculous. He’d seen right through me. My burning desire. Needs that hadn’t been fulfilled in years, if ever. But not this way. Never this way.

“Yes. I can tell you’re very wet. I must admit, I could inhale your lust filled scent all day,” he said, laughing in an even huskier tone, the words dripping with innuendos.

“You’re wrong,” I snapped, scrambling to get out of his reach.

He fisted my hair, yanking me back once again. “You’re quite the disobedient little thing, aren’t you? We’ll have to fix that.”

“No!” I knew it was no use, his brutal strength far too powerful. I took several short breaths, trying to regain my drive.

“Yes. You have no choice.”

I was prepared for another savage volley as his hand spanked my aching bottom. When he kicked my legs wider with his knee, pushing my back until my face was only inches away from the bed, I trembled all over. Sickness and shame rustled through my entire being.

He’d been so nice about my clumsiness, laughing that same goddamn sultry laugh of his. I’d been beside myself at the time. Now, I knew he’d set up the whole damn thing. Next time I had a chance to dump coffee on him, it would be in a verystrategic place.

I’d also been electrified from his touch, his full lips, fantasizing about kissing them for hours.

My God. My God.

He brushed his fingers down my back, leaning over and intoxicating me with his exotic breath of raw testosterone.

“Your pretty pink pussy lips tell no lies.” He shifted a single finger along the seam of my pussy, taking his time.

You can’t want this. You can’t be turned on.But the quiver in my pussy screamed of my body’s betrayal.

He added a second then third finger, pushing past my swollen folds, dipping into the very core of me. “Very wet.”

No. No. No! I couldn’t be wet. I couldn’t be… I dropped my head all the way, gulping for air as he swirled his finger around my clit. Everything about this was insane, surreal.

“Your hunger is quite evident, Carina. Give in and spread those legs wide open for me.”

My hesitation was met with another harsh slap, the force shoving me hard against my face. I bit back a series of whimpers, finally obeying. I stretched my legs as far open as they could go. The scent of my desire sickened me, bringing another round of tears to my eyes. I was obeying him as if he were my lover, not some hired gun given orders to break me down.

He wrapped his hand around my long strands of hair, tugging on my head until my back was pulled into an arc. “Your sex is mine.” He thrust his fingers deep inside in a savage manner.

“Oh…” Even as the barbarian continued, plunging harder and faster, I felt my pussy yielding to him, opening up as if wanting more. Ready to beg him for more. Even my nipples were fully erect, hard and aching.

“Yes, just as I suspected. You’ve wanted a man to fuck you like the sweet little whore you truly are.” He drove his fingers into me in invading strokes, taking all of me.

I felt my pussy walls stretching as he added a fourth finger. Lights flashed in front of my eyes as I tried to make sense of what was happening, why my body refused to shut down. I caught a glance at my reflection in the floor to ceiling window, horrified at the lust shimmering across my face.

What do you think? Now, imagine what happens after that sexy scene…

Kisses and spanks

Piper

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Barbarians on the Hunt

Happy Saturday everyone. I have another HOT new release and this one is all about sword wielding barbarians known as the Huntsmen. They take what they want. They hunt for their prey. They are dangerous and rugged. Sound delicious? In the future, there are several classes of people, all forged from a horrific war, chemical warfare that would forever change the landscape, turning men into predators. And our heroine? She refuses to give in…

Find out her destiny.

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FERTILE

Earth

Post-Apocalyptic Year 2102

Alex 

“They’re going to hunt you down, ravage your body for hours, punishing and fucking you. fertile_fullThen you’ll belong to them. They are savage beasts. The true monsters of the apocalypse.”

How many times had I heard the damning proclamation from the others in the village? I shuddered at the thought, refusing to give into fear. I knew what they were.

And I knew exactly what they hungered for.

Females…

I’d spent years in some form of captivity or another, fighting the scourges of the earth. I’d kill them as necessary. I’d gotten very good at killing.

A roar floated above the trees, what few species of birds remaining from the apocalypse cawing at the morning sky, racing away in fear. The sound was savage, just like the ogres responsible.

Since my arrival they’d warned me about the beasts living in the forests, hunting for prey. Strong and virulent, they captured and caged any human they came into contact with. They warned me I wouldn’t be protected, unable to fend for myself if I stayed out too long.

But I didn’t listen…

Once upon a time I believed in fairy tales, rugged knights on great white steeds coming to rescue me. I’d envisioned their steel armor shining in the afternoon sun as they rode through town, annihilating anyone who stood in their way. I’d been certain one day the nightmare would end, my saviors arriving in dawn’s mist, whisking me away to some magical land. A place where every wish came true.

Then real-life monsters chomped at my heels. They were coming for me.

Hunting me.

Ready to devour me.

The elders within my sacred city had been right, but I refused to surrender. The monsters would never take me alive.

The huntsmen pack were little more than wild creatures searching for the finest breeding stock. And I was considered prime meat.

One night when I was little more than a child, my entire world had collapsed, once magnificent cities and towns devoured by walls of flames, searing human flesh as it ate through skyscrapers. The initial bombs sent from Russia had taken out almost forty percent of the United States, leaving carnage in its wake, but the gas used later by the American government had been worse. Our own leaders had betrayed their own, all in an effort to gain power. Nothing had made any sense, the terror paralyzing.

Other countries had been severely affected as well, although all the lines of communication had been broken. I certainly hadn’t been too young to understand the effects of the EMP, another device used by some third world country in response to our bombs, turning formally civilized nations into primitive cultures. While the wretched visions had faded with time, nothing would erase the horrific screams, people pleading for mercy.

There was no such thing.

The gas had dissipated after two years and life for some had returned to normal, including mine. I’d entered college early, one of the few government-run organizations that actually allowed the privileged children to attend. Everything had changed, shifting toward socialism, a necessary evil we’d all been told. For a time, almost fifteen years, the powerful and wealthy maintained a beautiful life, sheltered from the reality of what was occurring outside of locked-down cities and underground facilities.

The day I’d learned about the true horrors was the very day I turned my back on the government and even God.

Run. Run. Run!

I heard the sound of hooves, the thunderous noise approaching my position from deep within the forest. I had no more than one minute, maybe two before they arrived, murderous creatures hell bent on capturing me. My fingers were almost numb as I pried at the harness, desperate to free the prize I’d secured, a small amount of nourishment for my people. “Come on. Come on, baby. Don’t fail me now.”

I nicked my finger attempting to cut through the thick rope. My knife had seen better days, the once razor-sharp edge dull and almost useless. I continued whittling away, darting glances over my shoulder. The rumble of the earth was jarring. There had to be at least four of the bastards hunting, maybe more.

The last string cut, I jerked away the hunk of deer the huntsmen had secured to a pole, wrapping it crudely and shoving into my bag. I grabbed the few medical supplies I’d collected from an abandoned home and took off running in the opposite direction. I’d been outside the compound walls for far too long. However, today’s haul had been worth the risk. I hadn’t anticipated on finding one of the huntsmen’s traps, my good fortune making me almost giddy for the first few minutes after the discovery.

My people were starving, food supplies dangerously low. My daily forages for anything to keep us alive had been somewhat worthwhile as of late. The huntsmen had left carnage in their wake, stealing everything from what few villages and towns remained—including every female of childbearing age.

At least the ones given the special serum the day they’d entered into puberty. I was one of the unlucky few, now fertile as a rabbit. I loathed the concept. But my fall from grace, entering the world of omega women had come much later than the others, forced by a truly evil man.

A man who no longer treasured anything but his growing wealth.

I bristled from the thought alone, desperate to get back to a simple but free way of life.

While my adopted people had taken great steps in hiding our little city, we all knew one day our luck would run out.

I prayed to some freaking God above that today wasn’t the day. I was in no mood for a fight. Exhausted and hungry, I wanted nothing more than to get back to the safety of my sanctuary. The huntsmen’s approach had cut off my initial path, leaving me few choices.

I raced through the woods, zigzagging to alternate my path, remaining low to the ground as I headed for the river. The huntsmen were consummate trackers, their skills legendary. The water would help mask my scent, a strong fragrance used to attract mates. I wasn’t certain about the dead deer carcass. Another chance I had to take. While I’d only taken a small amount, the meat rich in vitamins would help heal our sick and dying.

Please, God. Please.

Disease was rampant, taking down dozens of villages within weeks.

The roar of the horses continued to draw near. My heart was racing, my blood pumping to the point I heard echoes in my ears. I’d never been so frightened. I’d also never been this close to a pack before.

I’d heard wretched stories from so many broken families, their heartbreaking tales would forever burn into my mind. Three factions of what was left of humanity had risen from the ashes, forced to live in filth and squalor while the precious government leaders remained protected underground at first in order to rebuild Washington DC. Living in the lap of luxury. At first, my entire family had been considered the Elite, a class all to itself, given riches including a beautiful mansion far removed from the horrors of everyday living.

My father had worked hard, trying desperately to change things to a more equitable life. His choices hadn’t been well received.

But soon things had changed. The guilt would never leave me, my vehemence at doing the right thing the very reason we’d been forced to go on the run. Then we’d been labeled as dissidents, a menace to society.

As if there’d been a society left. There was utter chaos. The government would never stop hunting, their ordained soldiers just as brutal as any group, only they had myriad precious weapons to protect them.

I’d been able to hide amongst a group called the laborers, worker bees forced to aid the government with rebuilding, but the cruel treatment and brutal punishment from those in charge had turned so many against our illustrious and vile leaders. The subsequent rebellion had eradicated thousands of lives, thousands of male survivors sent to prison camps, others executed for betraying their country. Women had become products, vital for continuing the race, those of childbearing years rounded up. That continued to happen on a monthly basis, soldiers and other vile creatures scouring the countryside for victims.

What I knew and what I’d seen I kept to myself. No one would ever know the horrors inflicted or the punishments doled out for the slightest infractions. Only my nightmares would ever remind me that I’d once been a part of the regime.

Some prisoners had escaped, forging a life in dilapidated towns, living among the crumbled buildings, broken sewer lines, and rats. Hiding. Others had been driven to the forests and mountains, many dying from wild animals and horrific weather conditions. The lucky few survived.

Lucky, my ass.

I was one of thousands who’d survived for several years, escaping the tyranny of a man so many of the Elite trusted with their lives. As if my life held any meaning. I’d lost everything I cared about, including my mother, father, our beautiful cabin burned to the ground as my sister and I had been forced to watch. We’d run, trying to find safety but she’d been caught, ripped away from me by a band of soldiers. I’d escaped, finding safety in an old toolshed, leaving my baby sister to fend for herself.

The guilt was crushing.

One day I would kill the bastards responsible. If my true identity was ever discovered, I’d be sold into slavery.

Or worse.

Maybe I deserved such a fate.

The second group were little more than animals, predators feasting on human flesh.

Huntsmen were terrifying, mostly discarded men forging a pack-like unity, more like mountain men who’d turned survivalists after the Great War and the frequent bloody attacks. Ex-military. Mercenaries. Convicts. They were barbaric in nature, huge in stature, and very dangerous, their bodies altered by a variant serum, turning them into little more than savage beasts.

All hungry for a taste of a female, to plant their seed.

The rumors surrounding them were that they were dumb as stumps, a horrific side effect of the gas used to keep us under control, acting on primitive instinct alone. I’d heard of hundreds of women who’d been abducted against their will, taken to whatever camps the hedonists had built to mate and breed. The beasts were mute, savage, and very sexual in nature.

Primal.

I’d made a promise to myself years ago that I would never be taken alive by one of them. Fuck them.

The third group made my skin crawl. Scavengers were even worse, although they were truly slave traders. Hidden behind masks, they were said to be horribly disfigured from the gasses used, barely recognizable as humans. Their goal was to round up every laborer, flesh they could trade for food and drink, weapons and other equipment.

An extension of the government. Or so everyone believed.

The few who continued to believe in God chose to hold onto a prophecy born out of the horrific holocaust—a hero who could restore humanity, a true leader amongst thieves and murderers. I held no such belief.

My entire body ached, my legs giving way several times. The terrain was rough, getting worse the deeper I moved into the forest, the foliage so thick the canopy blocked out the sunlight. I’d gone much further than I ever had, moving in a direction that I’d been warned to stay away from.

The horses kept coming.

Closer.

They were closer.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Everything in the forest shifted from the power of the massive steeds.

My mind reeled, the fear turning almost paralyzing. I dropped down, taking several deep breaths. I wasn’t going to be able to outrun them. Crawling forward, I moved behind a scrubby bush, thorns immediately digging into my skin as I fought for some level of coverage. I bit back a cry, crouching lower. My entire body shook, goosebumps floating along my arms. I’d been such a fool to think I could get away with stealing from them.

The rumble increased, the noise furrowing into my stomach. I could hear the horses snorting, the way their hooves stamped down on the ground in both fury and fear. They were coming. They were coming!

A single whinny was followed by a horrific roar, the bellow deep and masculine, brutally savage in nature.

This was nothing more than a battle cry.

Then silence.

Sweet, terrifying silence.

I sensed their presence all around me, could almost smell their stench, the notion making my skin crawl. Patience wasn’t one of my virtues and never had been, but I hesitated, waiting for one of the jerks to make a move. After at least five minutes, my legs became to cramp. God damn, the bastards were cagey.

I dared peek around the leaves, holding my breath. I could just make out the four horses, beautiful majestic creatures in various colors. Chestnut. Ebony. Ivory. Palomino. They were truly regal, their silky manes floating in the light breeze. The men were equally as impressive and all completely different. Then I locked eyes onto one of the men, by far the most mesmerizing.

Rugged.

Massive.

Carved.

For just a second in time, everything dropped into slow motion, allowing me to inhale the very thought of his roughhewn, dangerous nature. And I could swear that I’d seen him before. The thought was fleeting, albeit leaving me wet and hot all over, my skin crawling from some wicked anticipation.

Shame rushed through me from my body’s reaction, my breath skipping. Shivering, a wet pool developed between my legs, staining my already damp panties. My nipples hardened, swollen and aching. How could I react this way to a monster? A barbarian who only wanted to feast on me, capture and cage me to use for his every carnal desire? I shrank closer to the tree, biting back a moan as my pussy clenched.

My body as well as my mind betrayed me. Without thinking, I glanced again, hungry to see him. To touch him. No. No!He was my enemy and I was going to escape their clutches. Period. My people were counting on me. I couldn’t let them down.

The barbarian exhaled, lifting his head and taking a deep whiff. Dear God, had he detected my scent? An omega’s scent was more powerful than anything else to true primates, alpha warriors like the huntsmen. Then he narrowed his eyes, a slight smile curling on his mouth.

He turned the horse, slowly scanning the perimeter as he held out his hand to the others. The group of marauders seemed to obey his command, pulling on the reins of their horses. As he tilted his head, his gaze falling onto the clump of bushes, I could see his gorgeous eyes even in the waning light. They were blue like the deepest ocean, adding to the sultry look of his features. His nostrils flared seconds before he jumped off his ebony steed, huffing under his breath. Even the huntsman’s massive chest was rising and falling. The man was riddled with exasperation and I was the cause.

What a shame.

Mmmm… What did you think? A little dark science fiction might just be the perfect read this weekend!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Predator…

Have you ever experienced a predator? There are many definitions, vile creatures who destroy lives. I wanted to write a science fiction piece that pushes certain boundaries. This just might be the next release. See what you think…

PREDATOR

Earth Two—2122

Cassia

Damnation and death.

I was headed for both.

The words shot through my mind, pinpricks from hell. The thought had filtered through alien twomy rattled brain several times since leaving Earth.

“A few of them look almost human. Don’t they?” The male voice was husky, clearly amused. “Dr. Forrester thinks he’s God. Doesn’t he? I don’t know how you tolerated working with him.”

As we broke into the atmosphere, an unsettling feeling created a wave of nausea. The shuttle shifted, shaking for a few seconds. Normally I had no fear of flying but today, everything seemed off. Foreboding. “I’m sorry?” I knew his name was Samuel, Dr. Samuel Winter. He’d introduced himself in a manner that suggested I should kowtow to him. All men thought that way these days, as if women were their property.

Not a chance in hell.

“The sample creatures. Many of them look, well, human, which I’m certain the doctor you work with takes all credit for. Makes you wonder what’s out there in the universe. Must be varied species living on Earth Two. Get this, they’re bred to be dominant in their behavior,” he said, chortling in a disgusting manner. “Can you imagine what the hell that means? Oh, I guess you know that already. Big mother fuckers but at least humanoid in design. Shame they’re nothing but animals.”

An unsettling feeling trickled into my mind, pulling me into the same kind of vision I’d had before. Why here and now? I closed my eyes, desperately trying to shove the images into a locked box I could hide from, but they refused to be denied.

“Little Cassia, I will dominate you in every kinky way possible. You will learn to obey my every command.” His gruff voice sliced across me like smooth velvet. As the creature stepped forward into the light, I dropped to my knees, crawling toward him on my hands and knees. He leered down at me, growling in a savage manner. He was brutally handsome, his massive cock throbbing, swollen balls hanging between his muscular legs. I was his property.

I lowered my head out of respect, trying to control my breathing. I’d been taught never to cry or to make any noise, but I knew he would punish me, spanking me for defying him. I bit my lip to keep from crying, but the tears betrayed me, sliding down my cheeks.

“You were disobedient.”

“Yes, Master. I’m so sorry.”

“You will pay for your sins, little one.”

I expected to feel the lash of his strap, but instead, he lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to look into his shimmering green eyes. Desire nearly ravaged my body, my pussy clenching and my nipples aching to the point of anguish. I studied his face, ashamed at both my sins as well as the intense yearning, but wanting him. I longed to please him. His long hair hung down, framing his chiseled face, dirt from the battle unable to hide his masculinity. I was mesmerized by the way he looked at me, raw and visceral, his hunger unbridled.

He would devour me.

My master jutted his hips forward, slapping his cock against my face.

Shaking, I took his cock into my hand and ran my fingers along his bulging shaft. Shivers coursed through every vein as I crowded between his legs. My pussy clenched again, almost shoving me into a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed to come.

“Take me into your mouth,” he instructed.

I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth wide, my tongue darting around the bulbous head. The taste of him was ripe with a burst of tang and as he filled my mouth, planting his hands on my head, I accepted my place.

His possession.

His slave.

He pumped into my mouth, fucking it long and hard until I gagged from the girth. He was so large, but I wanted nothing more than to take every inch. He issued a series of guttural sounds coming from deep within his belly as he face-fucked me, using me just as he’d told me on the day he’d captured me in the forest. Water came to my eyes, forcing me to blink.

Finally, my throat relaxed and I closed my eyes, performing my duty. It wasn’t long until I sensed his climax. Clamping down around the thick invasion, I swirled my tongue back and forth as beads of saliva dripped from both sides of my mouth.

Hissing and growling, he threw his head back and roared, spewing his seed deep within my throat.

When he finished filling my mouth, I cleaned his cock as required, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. Pulling me onto my feet, he dragged me toward the godawful bench, the crude wooden piece the thing I hated the most. As he secured my wrists and ankles, I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but there was no such thing in this primitive world.

I stretched against my bindings only once, fearful the round of discipline would be lengthened. The whooshing sound of his favorite strap forced a single moan and I only prayed that he hadn’t heard. I braced for the pain, the agony that would come.

And it did.

Luscious. Delicious. Intense.

Shameful.

I was so ashamed that I was his possession, humiliated I was being treated like a child.

Even as my pussy clenched, almost climaxing.

He issued several harsh smacks in succession, slapping my bottom over and over again. The pain was blinding, even as my pussy slickened the cool wood as I undulated my hips, grinding until there was pleasure. And I kept repeating the same mantra over and over again.

I belong to him.

His property.

You want this. You crave him.

I noticed the others waiting, their cocks standing at full attention. They were all beasts, every one of them ripped from head to toe.

And they were hungry, famished to feast on my body.

I was unable to process my emotions, confusion mixing with temptation. I didn’t want any man or beast to control me. But my body betrayed me, longing for his firm touch and the feel of his thick cock being shoved into every hole.

The cracking sound of the thick leather echoed in my ears as the wave of anguish curled my toes. I clenched my fists, gulping for air to fill my lungs, to provide some sense of understanding.

And peace.

My master stopped, the sound of his thudding boots drowning out my moans. The second his finger wiggled into my asshole, I closed my eyes.

“We will take you in every manner, brutal and without compromise. You were meant to belong to us.”

The sounds of the others snarling and growling as they advanced should have produced utter terror. Instead, I was wet with anticipation.

Jesus.

Where in the hell had that come from? I was cognizant that my nipples were very hard, pushing against my shirt. I imagined the brute sucking on them, biting down with sharp teeth. I could almost feel his thick, long finger thrusting into my asshole. “God.” The word escaped my mouth and I could almost taste trickles of the beast’s cum. I was fucking losing my mind. We’d been in space too long, the trip arduous.

“Did you hear a word I was saying, sweetheart?” Samuel snipped.

Damn it! I glanced at the screen he was pointing to, sighing as he flipped from one grainy photograph to another, blinking several times before I realized the haze had nothing to do with my eyes. Whoever had taken the pictures required a lesson in photography, but the monsters’ rugged features were easy to see.

Big, brooding, and rock hard.

What do you think? I will tell you, there might be Viking cavemen involved…

Don’t forget, the third in the Cenzan alien world is HOT HOT HOT off the presses. You can read this one as a stand alone and if you have KU, it’s FREE to read!

HUNTING THEIR MATE

They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.

As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no huntingtheirmatepeace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.

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Sexy, Dangerous and oh-so Primal

I thought you might like a taste of what I’m working on right now. I do love my dangerous men. They are anti-heros but with the help of feisty females, tend to become passionate and intense, even lovable. Well…

Keep in mind this isn’t even edited by my standards but, I think you’ll enjoy.

PRIMAL – SONS OF DARKNESS

Dominick

Only in darkness can I feel the light…

The thought was revealing. A monster’s personality. My father coined the word ‘primal’ for his firstborn son, a spawn he’d shared proudly with everyone both in and outside the traditional family, the brugade. The term was perfect for a man ascending to the throne.

I was ruthless and heartless both in business and in the ways of pleasure, preferring tattoed manmore sadistic methods of passion. My first love would always be making money and I was rich, powerful in ways few could dream of.

I was also on borrowed time.

That was the way of crime families, only one step away from hitting the front page of the New York Times. Murdered in cold blood. Horrendous acts of revenge.

Retaliation.

The statements all fit our way of life, but given the power and influence, we didn’t give a fuck about our chances of meeting the grim reaper. What we did care about were eradicating our enemies.

This was the same for the men I’d gathered into a special club, ill advised at best and one kept secret from our fathers. After all, we were considered mortal enemies. However, there was an additional connection, a friendship my father had with the Chicago Don, one that had transcended various turf wars over the years. I took a sip of my drink, savoring the delicious and very expensive bourbon. We were all masters of the underground, controlling everything from transportation and the country’s supply of heroin to the movie and music industry. Few Americans truly understood our far reaching tentacles.

Or the danger we presented.

I eyed the last man to enter the private room, holding back a vicious sneer at his swagger. “You’re late.” I swirled the tumbler, concentrating on the way the melting ice clicked against the thick glass. This wasn’t my first drink of the day nor it be my last. We had business to conduct, brutal business. Decisions we made tonight would consume the lives of our enemies.

I didn’t care for Lorenzo Francesco, merely tolerating his acceptance into our club; however, he was considered royalty within our ranks. I’d known him for years, loathing his tactics. Sadly, shunning him could mean a horrific turf war.

“Dominick Lugiano, my friend.” He held out his arms as he approached the table, staring directly into my hard, cold eyes.

“Sit down, Lorenzo,” Aleksei barked, the Russian accent more prevalent than usual. He was a second generation immigrant, his father, Aleksandr Petrov having strong armed his way into Philadelphia. They were savage, angry and barbarian in nature, but effective in dealing with those who opposed them. I had complete respect for their regime.

Lorenzo chuckled and adjusted his suit jacket before easing into his usual place, tapping his fingers on the table. “Where the hell is the waitress?”

“Keep your voice down,” Miguel remarked. The Miami syndicate was well known for their brutal tactics, but certainly none greater than those in New York. Still, the Garcia family was highly respected among the various Kingpins.

I took a sip of my drink, keeping my own rage at bay, noticing that the fifth in our group was paying zero attention, preferring to text on his phone, no doubt to his agent. Kelan Rock preferred his life as a movie star versus accepting his role as the up and coming Don of Los Angeles. I had a feeling the man would have a difficult road in the future.

As if on cue, the only waitress ever allowed in our private section eased into the room. She was beautiful, albeit barely twenty-one, and considered off limits to all of us.

A terrible shame but one we honored collectively.

I wouldn’t mind introducing her to the darkest side of kink.

I held the conversation until she’d positioned the drinks, enjoying the leering eyes of every man surrounding the table. We never varied from our selection, one she knew very well. She earned her tips in various ways, her lovely figure being one of them. When the door was closed, I leaned over the table.

“Why are we here?” Lorenzo lifted an eyebrow, his contempt at our meetings obvious.

“Drummand Hargrove.” I waited as the name sunk in, glancing at every one of my associates. They were well aware of my unconditional tactics, but this meeting was geared toward my satisfaction of eliminating an issue. Their roles were support only as necessary, paving the way with regard to law enforcement and street thugs. Comparing notes was merely a perk of our industry. We took a vote and stood by our decision, no matter the consequences.

“The state Senator?” Aleksei finally asked.

“The very one.”

“What beef do you have with him?” Miguel was already smiling as if he knew the answer.

I took a deep breath before answering. “He’s systematically trying to shut down our shipping and trucking businesses, forcing extra tariffs and making it almost impossible for our workers to make ends meet. They haven’t been able to pay their…taxes in the last two months. In addition, he’s behind a new set of proposed regulations on casinos, which is a total crock of shit given his proclivities. As you can imagine, neither sit well with my father.” I always chose my words carefully.

“I bet not,” Aleksei snarked. “Your father is a vicious man. Why doesn’t he deal with this?” The words were offered with pride.

I gave him a respectful nod. What we’d been able to accomplish during the last six months had been considerable. Cleaning up the streets in a way our fathers refused to do. “Because his tactics would create a war.”

“What’s this Senator’s nemesis?” Lorenzo toyed with his drink.

“Gambling and women.” My answer was succinct. I had him in the clutches with no way out.

“Two things that don’t bode well on the political circuit. I heard he was considering a run for President.” Kelan finally joined in the conversation, his light blue eyes sparkling. “Heard some fascinating shit about what he likes doing to very young girls. Tying them up. Beating. Not a good guy.”

Lorenzo burst into laughter. “A shithead. Perfect. What do you want in return for allowing him to keep his…reputation?”

I leaned back, envisioning my prize as my cock throbbed and my balls tightened. I wanted to crush him in a manner he’d never forget. “His daughter.”

The vote was unanimous in my favor.

***

The ballroom was decorated in various hues of silver and blue and from what I’d heard the colors of the Senator’s alma Mata. I could care less, but the swanky party was perfect for exacting my revenge.

“Champagne, sir?” the girl asked, batting her eyelashes as she gave me a seductive smile. In her hand was a tray full of crystal flutes.

Preparing for the upcoming celebration.

“Absolutely. I’m in a fantastic mood.” I grabbed a glass, allowing my gaze to linger on her voluptuous breasts. I was hungry as hell tonight. The taste of the bubbly was spectacular. The Senator had spared no expense in touting his brand of bullshit. “Tell me, do you have any idea where the Senator is?”

“I think he’s in the next room,” she purred.

I lifted my glass in appreciation before glancing toward the main opening. If the accounts were correct, Senator Hargrove would announce his candidacy at precisely nine pm. He was a man of many things including a static regimen. I could appreciate that in a man, even though he was a true lowlife. I’d been given the opportunity to see pictures of his extracurricular and very kinky activities. The asshole was a true pig.

I enjoyed the scenery, walking through the crowd of celebrities and influencers, low level politicians hanging on the Senator’s coattails. This would prove to be a fascinating evening. When I saw her, I stopped short, gazing from afar. I was a man who usually took what he wanted without care of recourse, but the game was far too important to risk giving Drummand any concept of an upper hand.

But I could enjoy the view.

Caroline Hargrove was magnificent, her copper colored hair flowing all the way down to the small of her waist. Standing under a burst of shimmering light near the bar, surrounded by a group of admirers, I was able to enjoy every aspect of her beauty. She was fortunate to have her mother’s looks, beautiful in a voluptuous manner. Her hourglass figure and long legs had always created a twitch in my cock and tonight was no exception. She was Drummand’s only child, at least that had been acknowledged in the press. Very protected, her life had been more of a fairytale.

She’d attended the finest schools, graduating a little over a year ago with a degree in business. However, her true love was painting, and I’d already found out that she had a gallery showing the next night. I would be there. She was witty and charming, even more so when surrounded by her friends. In public, she attempted to toe the line, but was extremely opinioned and desperately in need of discipline. I couldn’t wait to peel away the layers, exposing the glorious and very submissive side that I knew dwelled within her.

Tonight, she held court, four female friends gushing over every aspect of the evening.

I’d learned as much about her as possible, finding out aspects about her likes and dislikes, from clothing to wine. I knew exactly how to entice her darkest fantasies, spark the woman who was living in a glass cage. I would ply her with gifts, pervert her with my depraved desires and undo her with my touch. I’d give her the kind of unbridled pleasure she never knew existed and all for a single price.

Obedience.

I polished off the champagne and checked my watch. Perfect. I didn’t care what table I set the glass down on as I left the room, finding the Senator all alone in a suite meant for a king. I stood in the doorway, studying him. He seemed edgy, his lips moving in silence as he read a piece of paper. No doubt his fabulous speech for the American people.

I didn’t bother knocking, taking long strides inside.

He finally sensed a presence, jerking his head from his steadfast resolve. “Dominick. What… What are you doing here?” The fear in his voice was palpable.

“Why celebrating your upcoming announcement, Senator. You should be very proud of your accomplishments.” I patted my chest as I looked around the room. They’d furnished the space with food and drink, plush seating and not one but three oversized televisions, all to glorify his bullshit. I walked toward the bar, making myself a drink then stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, peering out at the gorgeous city. My city. And all the while, he didn’t utter a single word.

I was able to see his reflection in the crystal clear glass, even the nervous tick that had appeared in the corner of his mouth. I was certain the man was sweating in his very expensive Armani tuxedo.

“What do you want, Dominick? I will be on camera in five minutes. I don’t have time for this.” The flutter in his voice was telling. He was terrified.

“What do I want?” I issued the words slowly. “I’m curious, Drummand. Are you planning on confiding all your sins to your constituents?”

“What sins?” The anger had increased in his tone.

Excellent. I took two sips of my drink, not bothering to answer until he took a step in my direction. “Why don’t you pick one? Gambling? Whoring? Would you like to inform the crowd and the American people that you owe almost two hundred thousand dollars to my family?”

“What? You bastard. I’m in the process of paying that back!” he insisted.

“Mmm… Yes, well, the interest is killing you. Besides, that’s not the point.”

“And what the fuck is the point?”

I turned sharply, closing the distance. “The point is that I own you, Mr. Hargrove. Nothing you do can occur without my approval.” I patted his lapel, giving him an evil grin. “I certainly don’t have any intention of preventing you from running,ifyou obey my rules.”

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