JANUARY 29th !!!~~ FROM THE BESTSELLING, FIVE TIME AWARD WINNING BDSM SERIES OF MF AND MM MIXED EROTIC ROMANCE~~
The Dominion of Brothers Series finally brings you the most anticipated couple: Diesel Gentry and Paris Dalqeaute in—
Dominion of Brothers Series: Book 5
MM / some MMfM, MMMM, & Mf / Erotic Romance / Drama / Action / BDSM – D/s / Explicit Hot Language
He had that powerhouse body in his domineering grip once before, but Diesel purposely let the fallen angel slip through his fingers. Being a Master of Doms within the BDSM lifestyle, Diesel knew he had to set Paris free— thinking and hoping Paris would eventually come back to him, submit to Diesel willingly, and not just because Paris’ job description required him to. After all, Paris had been hired as the director for the fetish and BDSM events down at the island resort Diesel and his brothers owned. Except Paris never did return; while he proved his value to his title, he has also been using his work to hide from Diesel.
It’s been a year now and Diesel’s bed and life have remained empty ever since. It’s time the running stopped.
Finding Paris wasn’t going to be the hard part— breaking down his walls to trust the two of them to commit to a life together was going to be the real challenge.
But even if Diesel succeeds, there is a problem with their future— what’s to come threatens the lives of everyone Diesel loves— and he doesn’t even know it yet.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~Right One 4 Diesel is a part of a series that, until now, has been comprised of largely standalone books. In this next installment to the series, that readability is no longer the case. Right One 4 Diesel is not a standalone read; it is an action-packed novel that does not allow room for re-introduction of its supportive characters who were introduced in Books 1 through 4 of the Dominion of Brothers series. While it is recommended that you read all of the books in the series, Books 1 and Book 4 are needed to be able to follow along with the least chance of encountering “holes” in information or plot.
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There was the question that frightened Paris the most.
He wanted Diesel. He was trembling, he wanted Diesel so exuberantly; had wanted him again and again ever since that night in New York. Only Paris wasn’t sure he could give into Diesel’s demands of submission like that ever again— and be his slave.
Paris could feel that little panic storm lighting up again. He’d not felt it since that time he sat in Dominus Trenton Leos’ office while Patronus ordered him to strip down and surrender his wallet and hotel key over to them. Once again, he could sense it crawling out from whatever deep hiding place he’d managed to stuff it away, like some keepsake in a trinket box long since forgotten.
He glanced down his body, watching as Diesel unzipped his slacks then peeled them open. He could make out a bit of the mischievous grin on Diesel’s face out of the corner of his eye as Diesel peered over Paris’ shoulder and gazed down to soak up the sight of Paris’ body, just as he himself had. All while Diesel’s firm hands carried on with an agenda— pushing all the way down into Paris’ briefs. Followed by fingers that snaked around the hardening flesh of Paris’ cock and began stroking him gently while he felt a much thicker and harder cock press against his backside.
Diesel’s hand moved farther down to cup his scrotum before returning to the erection that was growing fiercely behind the ever tightening fit of his clothes, made tighter by the present demand of Diesel’s hand fisting around his shaft. Another lick on his cheek, a caressing slide of his tongue with a tease of suction— taunting him. “Paris— tell me you want this—”
“Of course, I want you. That’s why I’m here.” Paris panted.
“But do you want to surrender to what I can give you?”
Paris shook his head— not that he didn’t want to submit, but he didn’t know what Diesel was offering to give. He was confused. Diesel had demanded he be his slave. Only, Paris wanted to be far more than that and that was even scarier for him. He’d never wanted to be with anyone, let alone stay with anyone before. But surrender and stay were not the same words.
Sex with Diesel would obliterate the ranks of any previous lover Paris had ever bed with. But it would be all the more painful when it was over. He wasn’t sure he could handle it; not again. It’d been hard enough the first time, not knowing the feelings he had. It had confused him— ruined him.
“What do you want, Paris? Do you want me to stay— do you want to feel my cock deep inside you?” Diesel’s hand pumped on him harder.
Damn, it was too much. Paris gripped his pants and shoved them down to release his cock, giving it over to Diesel’s fist. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped once he was in the full grip of Diesel’s clutches. He dropped his head back on Diesel’s shoulder— fear and walls slipping to the seductive needs of a wanton manwhore— he was folding. How could he possibly escape this man? He couldn’t possibly refuse Diesel his service. Oh, he could surely try— but he did want Diesel inside him, wanted to be fucked like no other had ever fucked him. The first and only time such desires had scared Paris. Terrified him like no other. Yes— he could try, but not a night would pass before he’d find himself following the man around the island, licking at his boots for another chance to take him up on the offer. But dammit, he was the director of this place. How was he supposed to be the man in charge of the resorts special events and kneel at this man’s feet in front of everyone at the same time? The very question burned images in his mind of just how certain Paris was that Diesel had every intention to have him completely nude, exposed, and vulnerable in front of all eyes on the island. Paris knew he would not be spared or denied any of the resort’s tantalizing moments it had to offer, though they would be humiliating for him. Diesel would see to it Paris was delivered to him as a slave and then exploited and nurtured to the fullest satisfaction.
He could not go through with it.