This edition is no longer available. Bracus LeLuc changed over time and became withdrawn and lived a lonely life. As Commander of his Special Ops team they dealt with ugly things and he resolved never to love anyone. He would not cause heartache to befall on others as he has seen during those years. Until Ivanka Sutton came across his path. He wanted and lusted after her from the first time he slapped his eyes on her. As a powerful Senior Master in Club Alpha Cove, he was used to taking what he wanted and so he did. Ivanka had no defense. She has never wanted or desired a man as much as she did the massive, muscled whip wielding Master. Ivanka soon came to realize her possessive nature might stand in the way of her giving Bracus what he needed from her. Yet she could not deny her fascination with the gorgeous hulk and discovered a need she could not deny. Bracus refused to back down and broke down every one of her defenses, drawn fervently to her sassy, yet vulnerable nature, forcing her to acknowledge the bond that has formed between them. Until she realized the role he inadvertently played in her past. Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play, BDSM theme and elements. Excerpt: “Take a deep breath, sub,” Bracus ordered sternly. The whip cracked and the sub cried out, with each sharp, lashing stroke that followed. Then he eased off to sweet brushing strokes and harder again. Stinging, shocking the sub into cries of pain … then again sweeping brushing strokes, eliciting sighs of pleasure and arousal. Bracus lowered the whip and strode to the aroused woman leaning weakly against the whipping post. His hand circled her waist to stroke her breasts. His eyes found Ivanka and they seared into her. She saw the pinch of the nipple between his fingers, she saw the desperate pump of the subs hips against his hand between her thighs. She heard her desperate plea, “Please fuck me, Master Bracus! Please!” Nononono! Don’t fuck her! His eyes held Ivanka’s, he stroked harder, and his hand disappeared between the sub’s thighs as he pumped his fingers inside her cunt. All the while with his eyes burning into Ivanka’s. He dropped his other hand and rubbed the subs clit, hard and fast. Ivanka’s breathing increased, she moved her hips helplessly, her clit pulsing, her nipples throbbing. Then the woman against the pole arched her back and screamed as she climaxed. Bracus still looked at her, he mouthed the words “Come Ice” and she moaned as she felt a climax crush through her. She gripped the wide plush sides of the couch, digging into it. Her mouth opened and her breathing hitched in her throat. “Quin, aftercare please.” His voice hardly registered, but his approaching hulk did as she desperately tried to breathe through the climax, still pulsing inside her. He reached her, his one hand found purchase beside her on the chair, the other sliding between her thighs, rubbing, searching and then entering her soaked cunt. He growled, his lips hovered over hers and his eye flashed fire. “Again, Ice. Come for me again,” His lips covered hers and he pumped two fingers inside her fast and hard, his thumb rubbing over the head of her clit and she screamed into his mouth as another climax ripped through her almost immediately. Bracus growled when her muscles contracted so hard around his fingers, he swore she could break them in two. He withdrew his hand slowly from between her legs and unhurriedly lifted his lips from hers. Her eyes were hooded and smoky, her lips wet and puffed up from his kiss. “Next time I use that whip, Ice, it will be on your delectable body and I will fuck you into oblivion thereafter.