The Last Dominant – NEW Sci-fi Dark Romance – is here!
“There’s no war in this room. There’s only you. And me.”
The Last Dominant is finally here!
I started writing this book last April for a D/s themed anthology. That plan morphed into something else, but my intent for the story remained: a writing challenge for myself, as so many of my ideas are. How could I write an enemies-to-lovers romance about two people who have sexually dominant and submissive natures, but who don’t know it yet?
Often in BDSM stories, we see a confident, experienced Dom who knows just what the sub needs (even if the sub doesn’t know it yet), and is prepared to guide them into a new realm of experience. I’ve written this dynamic myself, with Hades from The Eighth House. I wanted to challenge myself to write about people who are oblivious to these tendencies within themselves, and to complicate matters with the “enemies” trope, so that even once they become aware of the urges, their impulse is toward denial. Tension through the roof! Fun, fun, fun!
Here’s the blurb:
“I can have whatever I want. I own you.”Qillian Wehr is the last of his kind.
A bloodline of unspeakable power.
To the Imbrian government, he is a weapon. A last resort in their age-old war with Rhyolus.His leaders want insurance. They want an heir.They need a genetic match.
And now they’ve found her.Exotic. Stunning. Lethal.Rushkah Ekhayl would murder Qillian in his sleep if she got the chance.She’s Rhyolusian.
She is his enemy.
The Last Dominant is a scorching, enemies-to-lovers romance where a taste of treason unlocks desires of submission and control. For mature readers only.
This dark, sci-fi Romance is now live on Amazon. AND, if you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read for FREE!
Excerpt from The Last Dominant:
“I’m inside you, enemy mine.” His words made her hiss, and he never slowed. “I’m inside you, and there’s not an all-fired thing you can do about it.” The fingers of his free hand moved to the back of her head and made a fist in her hair.
“I can have whatever I want. I own you.”
She broke. Her hands whipped down, nails raking his thighs, percussive grunts coming in time to the work of his hips. Presahra spiked to a fever pitch and Qillian violated the woman. Pinned her, packed her full, that hot clutch of flesh pulling and sucking like nothing he’d ever felt. He was mindless, just taking.
“Ngh, this perfect cunt, Rushkah, I need it.”
Purple, throaty noises vibrated up through her ribs. Sweat stuck their skin together, his chest and belly to her back, and her hair trailed in damp strands at her temple.
The Push called for use, and Qillian used it. Right there. Right below where he split her. Where he was plumbing in and out. Just like his tongue. Just like his mouth, the precision taking no effort at all.
Rushkah squealed and it was worth all the broken silence.
Her body jerked, but he kept her impaled. Wound her tighter with the dance of presahra, thrilling in the control, the power to make her sing like this.
She made choking sounds and he felt her clamp down. Felt her hips twitch.
“Ooh, will you come?” he said, slip-sliding past her defenses. “Will you come on this cock you hate?”
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