Dom of Destruction
(Love Hurts, Book 3)
by Eva Lefoy
After a sadistic Dom wreaks havoc on one of their own, four men pull together to find happiness in the wake of his destruction.
When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel. Meanwhile, Paul's uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won't get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom's destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.
Warning: The MC in this story is baited into a scene of BDSM play and is abused.
Gar tries to go to work after Brian is injured but finds he can’t perform his usual Dom duties…Gar cleaned up the best he could and slipped into his leather vest, studded codpiece and leather chaps. Since being released on bail he hadn’t eaten or showered, but he could grab Kidd Valley on the way and shower at the dungeon. What he really needed though was a stiff drink. Or twelve. Something to take the edge off his falling adrenaline high. He’d done what he had to do, he reminded himself. Done the right thing by Brian. And Angel.Grunting, he put on a black trench coat, packed himself into the car, and took off. When he arrived at the club, Donny behind the desk told him his sub was already there. Room four. To save time, he told Donny to have an attendant ready the sub while he had a quick bite. He’d be in in a minute.This time, stepping into the playroom felt different. A ball of guilt smacked him right in the chest. He ignored it. Pressed on. I have a job to do. This is Chase’s night. He glanced at the sub kneeling on the floor. No, not Chase. Whatever his name is. Doesn’t matter. “Are you ready for me?”The sub nodded. “Yes, master.”As Gar towered over him, the sub gazed up at him with willing, hungry eyes. Gar’s stomach turned to acid. For so long he’d been hooked, practically living for the adoration from his subs and now the man’s pleading look totally turned him off. So far off he might as well have landed on a different planet. Right now the thought of having a sub—any sub—service him made his dick flaccid. I just saved you, he wanted to say. I saved every sub. I made the world safer so you could be a sub. But not for my own gratification. I did it because I had to.Deep in his heart, he knew he’d attacked the bastard Dom for one reason only. To avenge Brian. Brian was the only sub he wanted kneeling at his feet, the only one he wanted gazing at him adoringly. Everybody else had suddenly become just a plaything, and having a plaything had become wrong. So wrong. He’d seen how far this could go. How a plaything could become just an object to be used and then discarded like a broken toy. That’s how they’d treated Brian. He knew in his heart he’d never hurt a man so disgustingly, but the painful reality was he wasn’t much better. Hell, I do it too. I’ve haven’t kept a sub longer than three weeks since I’ve been here. Reeling at his own sick tendencies, he stepped toward the dais.The sub followed eagerly. Wanting to please. Without waiting for instructions, he opened Gar’s codpiece and exposed his soft cock. The sub kissed and sucked it without hesitation. But it hardened only a little.Ashamed, trying to hide the burn in his cheeks, Gar cupped the man’s head and eased his mouth off of his pathetic erection. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this tonight.”The sub’s eyes went wide. Desperate.“I’ll have Donny come in and take care of you, okay? It’ll be just a minute.”The sub nodded. Maybe it didn’t matter to him who he submitted to. For Gar, that happened to be a good thing. But knowing it was true only cemented his own newfound belief: he needed to do this type of play only with someone he cared about. With Brian. He zipped up his pants and hid a sigh of relief. Thank God. I’m outta here.Donny would have no issue filling in for him. His cousin and co-owner knew what a trying day he had been through. Maybe Gar could go home and take a shower. Forget he worked here or that this place even existed. Wash his hands of his own stupidity.As if there was enough soap in the world for the job.
Also Available:
Sex, Ties and Videotape (Love Hurts, Book 1)
Kink Club Blues (Love Hurts, Book 2)
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
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