In The Rough


In The Rough
Noble House Kink, Book Three

Coming August 20, 2018
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The virtual world has always been a safe, comfortable place for tech consultant Marcus Holly. He favors working behind the scenes, joining the ranks of Noble House as the kinky club expands to offer a fully immersive VR experience. Then he meets the club’s resident Dom, Enver Furst, and all his carefully contained desires spin out of control.

Bondage-happy Enver relies too heavily on tactile stimulation to buy into Marcus’s VR playground. But when Marcus needs a skilled test subject to beta with, he only has eyes for Enver. The results are immediate and addictive: Enver’s never experienced anything this raw and powerful. He’s just unsure if it’s the tech he can’t resist—or the man.

Comfort zone deliciously shattered, Marcus’s sessions with Enver soon transcend even their wildest fantasies. But someone from Marcus’s past is watching, and his dangerous obsession will force Marcus and Enver to either fight for the reality they’ve created together…or see it shattered beyond recognition.


This kinky erotica is recommended to m/m readers who enjoy sensual sadism with a techie flair.

This book will tug at your heart and have you falling in love.

I came for the virtual world and stuck around for the story that came out of it.

I like the fact that this was a very different romance story, and how deep it delved into the virtual gaming world…


In the parking lot of Noble House, Enver sat in the ’74 Dodge Charger he’d purchased with his own money as a teen. He used it as a shield against the power that had followed him out of the club, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

It had taken every ounce of control to keep himself from reacting to Marcus’s touch. Several times he’d been thankful Marcus had gone to retrieve more of those damn electronic gadgets, as it had allowed him to take a deep breath, collect his thoughts and get himself under control again. He hadn’t missed the few lingering glances either, which had made his predicament all the more excruciating.

And precarious.

His reaction to Marcus had been visceral from the beginning, but standing there nude before him had forced Enver to put every restraint trick he knew into play. Remember every promise he’d made to himself. At some point during the process, the ache in his gut had become an edgy throb.

He’d used that energy to focus, to give himself something else to think of instead of how goddamn good Marcus’s hands felt moving over his body. Those hands. Those fucking hands he couldn’t stop thinking about even now as he trembled with need within the privacy of his car.

When Marcus had turned his focus to the final area not covered with the small diodes, a single brush of knuckles against his shaft had made Enver wanted to bury every last inch of his cock deep inside Marcus’s mouth.

The image of doing just that flashed behind Enver’s eyes. His cock throbbed so hard, he growled as he saw himself roughly fucking Marcus’s mouth, coming on his tongue and down his throat. The man reveled in the treatment, his grunts of pleasure filling the air around them.

He always managed to keep his needs under wraps, not because he wanted to—but because he had to. He hadn’t been this excited in forever. This desperate for relief, his body all but vibrating with a savagery he hadn’t experienced in quite some time. He wanted to weep from the power of it. Wanted to roar. Storm back into the club, fold Marcus over one of those damn computer tables and shove inside him to unleash all the raw, pent-up possession burning through them both like wildfire.

Ah, God, this is madness. Enver slapped his hand against the steering wheel. Again. Sheer fucking madness. The pain did nothing to dull the blinding ache. Working with the subbies at the club more than fulfilled his sexual desires, even if it never—could never—result in his climax. The subs were the focus, seeing to their needs of the upmost importance to him. To see them content gave him all the satisfaction he longed for.

What a crock of shit.

The desire—the need—tore at him because the last time he’d come was nothing more than the ghost of a memory. Not that he hadn’t been tempted, especially when he’d worked with Bracey. She’d been exactly the kind of submissive he would have gone for if he’d been interested in participating fully in the scene. He’d been there for her. God, had he. Over and over without fail, he’d given her the kind of loving attention and support she’d deserved until it had nearly broken him.

With Marcus, he wanted to be broken.


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