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I’d rather die than live as your monster.
That’s what I told my brother Julian, but he ignored my wishes and performed an experimental transplant. Now the real Jordan Kilmartin is dead, leaving me in his place.
I spend my days hiding in a castle, keeping Julian’s research on a tight leash and searching for clues about my mysterious donor. I’ll never lay hands on another human being until I know I won’t descend into his madness.
Breanna McBride turns that plan on its head when she spies on me in my bath. When I lock her in my dungeon, the sexual energy between us is explosive—and potentially deadly. The only way to ensure we both make it out alive is to negotiate a BDSM scene and call in Hans Hauptman to watch over us as we play—and even that’s a risk, because he’s brutally sexy and determined to bring me back to life, whether I like it or not.
But there are darker forces at work in this cursed castle, and no matter how vigilant we are, someone will wind up dead.
I just hope it’s not one of us.
Warning: Not for the vanilla at heart. Contains a man on the edge, a nurse on a mission and a gleeful sadist with boundary issues, all of whom practice Risk Aware Consensual Kink. Their scenes include breath play, caging, predicament bondage, menage, m/m sexual encounters, gymnastic positions and cruelty to induce emotional catharsis. There's also potentially triggering violence. Prepare to bite your nails, wipe your eyes and change your underwear several times.
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His head jerks around and his blue eyes zero in on me. “You.”
When he lunges toward me with a growl, I turn and run for my life.
Panic roars in my head as I sprint through the living room and out into the hall, heading blindly for the elevator. His heavy footfalls pound on the carpet behind me and I can practically feel his breath on the back of my neck.
Oh Jesus, I’m so dead—those doors will never open and close fast enough to save me, and Jordan is a thousand times angrier than he was when he threatened to throw me out the window.
I don’t even have a chance to push the button before he slams into me. The impact almost takes us both down and I scream as we spin around, but he somehow manages to keep his feet. I end up clamped against him, with my back against his chest and his forearm across my throat. His other arm has one of mine trapped against my stomach.
“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”
For some insane reason, a breathy giggle escapes me.
“You think this is funny?” he growls, squeezing me hard.
I giggle again. “No! I can’t help it. I laugh when I’m scared, and I’m really freaking scared right now.”
“You should be.”
“God, I’m so sorry! I just wanted—”
His arms tighten even more, making it hard to breathe. “Do you imagine I give a damn what you want?”
“Jordan, stop!” I clutch at his arm with my free hand, digging my fingernails into his skin.
He releases my throat and snares my wrists, crossing both arms in front of me, restraining me as effectively as a straightjacket.
I lurch against his hold. “Let me go!”
“I don’t think so.”
That’s when I notice the erection digging into my shorts.
My breathing goes wonky as all my other senses scream with awareness of his nude body, practically radiating steam where it’s pressed against mine. His hot, damp hands locked on my wrists. His humid breaths streaming over my ear and cheek. The mingled scents of shampoo and skin and tummy-tingling male musk…
I lick my lips. “Please, you’re hurting me.”
“Miss McBride, I haven’t even begun to hurt you. Yet,” he adds right in my ear.
Delivered in that silky-rough British accent, his threat is as thrilling as it is terrifying, and I have to kick myself. That is so not why I came here! And I really doubt he has anything in mind that I’ll enjoy. But this is Julian’s brother, so I can’t believe he’d actually hurt me.
Said the victim of every date rapist EVER.
I have to swallow before I can speak. “Please don’t…”
“Please don’t…stop?” He presses his scruffy beard to the side of my neck and nips the shell of my ear with his teeth, and I swallow a groan as my nipples prickle into tight buds. “Mmm, that’s why you came back, isn’t it—to shag FrankenDom’s monster. I told you I was into that sort of thing and you just couldn’t resist getting your kink on with an abomination like me.”
“No? Then why are you so aroused?”
My face burns. “I’m not!”
“You’re a shit liar, you know that? I can feel how aroused you are. Your little clit’s pounding, isn’t it?”
If it wasn’t before, it sure is now. “Jordan, please, if we can just—”
“Quiet.” He releases my left arm and pulls my right arm between us, twisting until my wrist is up between my shoulder blades.
“Hey, watch the shoulder!” I yelp. “It’s the most vulnerable joint in the human body.”
He actually hesitates for a second and then grips the back of my neck with his other hand to shove me back down the corridor. When he aims me through the dungeon door, I drag my feet, but Jordan is relentless. He forces me across the stone floor, past the punching bag, the treadmill and a set of free weights, and into the midst of the dungeon equipment.
When it becomes obvious he’s shoving me toward the low steel cage in the corner, I dig in my heels in earnest. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you a much-needed timeout, Miss McBride.”