✦✦ SYNOPSIS ✦✦
Book 2 in
the Ruin Series
Ruin is a being sent to Earth to Judge and
Execute. At least that's what he thinks. In this part of the journey, he must
tear down Isadore's walls that are perverting his judgments. But with every bad
judgment comes a price to be paid. And if Ruin doesn't get a hold of his
powers, judgment is coming for them.
✦✦ EXCERPT ✦✦
Ruin
became aware of the smell of Isadore. She was near but not near enough. He
opened his eyes and found her . . . not there. He looked around trying to
get his bearing. Flashes of fire against a dark sky hit his body and mind with
the memory of what had happened. Damn. That was . . .
bad.
The
bathroom door opened and he shut his eyes. He wasn’t ready to see her face. He
realized there were emotions in him he didn’t understand nor could he identify.
He knew he didn’t like them. They made him feel weak more so than those
emotions he understood did.
The
smell of her got stronger, and he longed to feel her until his muscles tensed
in desperate anticipation and hope that she might touch him.
The
bed sank ever so little just next to him and he remained still, trying to
appear in deep sleep as he waited to see what she would do. She let out a long
sigh and barely whispered, “Please be okay.”
He
wondered then how long he’d been sleeping. He was well rested and it was
difficult not to open his eyes, but he waited to see what she might do. The
hope that she’d touch him was answered, the barest touch of her finger on one
of his tattoos. He fought to remain still and undisturbed as the tip traced
silkily over his skin. Judging by the motion, she was tracing several. Until
her touch changed to . . . feeling. Immediately, everything and
his body came alive as she explored not just the feel of his skin, but the
muscles beneath.
The
torment was perfectly excruciating. Ruin nearly lost his control when he felt
her lips on him, the barest touch. If there was a God . . . let
her continue. Let her continue.
“Why
are you so perfect?” she barely whispered.
Her
arousal hit him and a painful groan forced its way out of him in a gush of
power. He turned his head away, seconds from breaking the invisible binds that
his body down. Even though she responded with silence and utter stillness,
every sense he possessed vibrated with knowing. Knowing how badly she needed to
touch him. Taste him. Knowing without looking that her pretty eyes were locked
on his throbbing cock. The thought caused his hips to roll with a hard wave of
heat.
He
could easily be dreaming about her, easily not be aware of what he was doing.
He could easily lower his hand in subconscious need. The idea needed no more
thought, already his hand drifted slowly over his torso until he reached the
throbbing ache at his midsection. Asleep, he wouldn’t be aware of eyes burning
on him, watching, ears listening attentively, hands aching to touch, lips wet
and parted with the need to taste. Asleep, he would just feel and be what he
was. Raging with desire.
Ruin
gave himself to the power, letting go of the sounds needing loosed, his ragged
breaths filled with feral grunts of hunger as he stroked his fingers over the
hard length in his underwear.
The
sudden rush of Isadore’s shaky breath confirmed that his plan of subconscious
oblivion was working. He pulled his knees up and back, and cupped himself. He
encountered Isadore’s body with one knee and nearly lost control. He opened his
other leg wide and thrust his cock hard into his hand. Did she like to see him
the same way? Judging by the erratic sound of her breathing, yes. She liked it
very much.
The
thought of her arousal pumped heat into his cock and Ruin again let it take him
with a hard roll of his hips. He tipped his head back when the heat came again,
moving through his body like a slow constriction.
Ruin
wanted to lower his underwear. But something within himself fought the urge,
something strong enough to prevent him. He needed to answer her need for
pleasure, but he found himself astonished that she would crave to give him pleasure more than anything.
His
breath rushed out as he felt her on the bed, kneeling between his legs. She
placed her hands on his inner thighs and pressed him to the bed. “My turn,” she
whispered, taking hold of his underwear and working them down just enough to free
his cock. With a shuddered breath, she placed one hand on his stomach and dug her
nails, while grabbing firm hold of his cock at the base. He looked down just as
her mouth opened and she took him with a hunger, took him deep, moaning in such
a way that Ruin thought his heart would explode out of his chest. He couldn’t
stop watching as she held him down, held his cock tightly in dire effort to
devour him.
He
slammed his hands down and clutched the bed covers, holding on. His underwear prevented
him from opening his legs, requiring she straddle him as heat gripped his cock
and constant feral grunts accompanied every pump of his hips, faster, harder,
keeping up with her devouring pace.
“Isadore!”
He choked on her name as he jerked his head back and grabbed tight hold of her
head. He bucked his hips, unable to stop this time. Unable to deny himself the
pleasure, unable to say yes to agony and pain. He clenched his eyes tight with
the bright white heat sparking everywhere in his brain, an explosion of power
so raw and potent, he lost who he was, where he was, and why he was. All he
knew was the sound of her voice as she greedily took his essence into her body,
the stab of her nails echoing the reckless hunger she’d finally satisfied. That
he’d finally satisfied. For her.
Almost
instantly, the need to do it back slammed him and he sat up just as Isadore
retreated off the bed out of his reach. He watched her with hunger, only she
didn’t remove her clothes as he’d imagined she would, as he felt she wanted to,
but hurried to the bathroom instead.
“What . . . ”
The
door shut. “Sorry, I need to take a shower,” she called.
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✦✦ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ✦✦
My
name is Lucian Bane, and I'm an Ineffable Dom. That just means, do yourself a
favor and please don't try to fit me into categories. Complicated Dom,
Intricate Dom, or Confounding Dom work too. I don't want a woman I can break,
or overpower, or exercise my dominance over. I want a woman I can come undone
with. I want a woman I can jump off the cliff with into that abyss of holy
hell, this is beyond me, beyond my control. And thank God, I have found that
woman in my wife. I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing
will be a map for them. (A map for women as well, to let them know Doms like
this exist.) I want to challenge them to go for the complete power exchange
with a woman, but don't be a coward and not give the same that they demand or
expect. Consider that when you give one hundred percent of yourself to a
person, there is no more of you to give away. You now belong to them the way
they belong to you.
As young men, inner
Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my inner Dom's reckless and
tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His,
that inner Dom bowed to His will. The transformation made me into what I am
today. What many would call an Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla
world, in my opinion, is a real man.
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