Can the kinky billionaire owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino capture the heart of a muscled SWAT officer with a secret fetish?
SWAT Team Hostage Negotiator, Steve, wonders why he can’t stay away from the spoiled rich Allistair, owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino. They have mutual kinks - ones Steve can’t find with other lovers—but there’s something else about the emotionally detached, beautiful man that calls to him.
Billionaire Allistair stays alone in his luxury penthouse apartment at the top of Dark Fantasy, terrified of the real world and of opening himself up to genuine emotions. He takes lover after lover, all of them allowing him to do whatever he wants to their bodies, in the hopes that they can scam something from him.
One night is all he ever shares with a plaything—he knows they only want the money and luxury he can offer them and nothing more. But the down to earth Steve is different. They share the same kinks and are explosive when together. But could the muscled law officer ever want more than the lust-filled encounters that have become such an addiction?
As they grow closer, they discover they also have to find a balance between Steve’s everyday world and Allistair’s entitled world before they can truly find an ever after. They also have to make sure Allistair stays safe. Filthy rich playboys are too tempting to those who seek the ultimate payday—and who aren’t afraid of hurting someone to get it.
“…I entered the military to find my way to a new life.”
“Was that difficult? I mean, you said that…” Allistair had to clear his throat, battling a strange sensation of his air being cut off. “You mentioned that you and…Cole? The, uh, your friend were both Army Rangers together. Were you, uh, interacting with him when you were stationed together?”
“That’s when it started, yes.” Steve paused, locking eyes with him. “That’s when we first turned to each other for comfort after particularly brutal skirmishes. It was a way to cleanse ourselves of the ugliness.”
Allistair chuckled uneasily, trying desperately to lighten things up. “See? Not everything was in your file.”
“Allistair…” Steve laid a gentle hand on his arm again. “Cole and I aren’t in a relationship. Not in the way you’re thinking.”
He didn’t want to come across as a petulant child. After all, only two days before he’d taken Steve, he’d whipped and fucked two gorgeous twins. What right did he have to question who Steve saw?
But that was before. It’s different now. Isn’t it?
“Of course. Sorry.” He took a sip of his stone cold espresso, doing his best not to purse his lips at how nasty it tasted. “Were you ever concerned about getting caught? I mean, because you were…”
Shit. This conversing freely thing is a giant pain in the ass.
Steve arched his eyebrows. “Because we were enlisted during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell?” Steve snorted. “You obviously remembered that part of my file.” Steve sighed. “Hey. Look at me.” Allistair met his gaze. “It’s okay, we’ve moved past that. I was just giving you a hard time.”
Allistair smirked at him. “But I like it when you give me a hard time.”
“Now who’s a tease?”
Laughter filled him then bubbled out. It was such a good release. Steve was more than a wonder—he was a treasure.
Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after.
If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011.
Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
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