Title: Negotiating Love
Series: Sin City Uniforms #5
Author: Morticia Knight
Genre: M/M BDSM Romance
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Release Date: 27 October 2015
Blurb
Can the kinky billionaire owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino capture the heart of a muscled SWAT officer with a secret fetish?
SWAT Team Hostage Negotiator, Steve, wonders why he can’t stay away from the spoiled rich Allistair, owner of Dark Fantasy Resort Casino. They have mutual kinks - ones Steve can’t find with other lovers—but there’s something else about the emotionally detached, beautiful man that calls to him.
Billionaire Allistair stays alone in his luxury penthouse apartment at the top of Dark Fantasy, terrified of the real world and of opening himself up to genuine emotions. He takes lover after lover, all of them allowing him to do whatever he wants to their bodies, in the hopes that they can scam something from him.
One night is all he ever shares with a plaything—he knows they only want the money and luxury he can offer them and nothing more. But the down to earth Steve is different. They share the same kinks and are explosive when together. But could the muscled law officer ever want more than the lust-filled encounters that have become such an addiction?
As they grow closer, they discover they also have to find a balance between Steve’s everyday world and Allistair’s entitled world before they can truly find an ever after. They also have to make sure Allistair stays safe. Filthy rich playboys are too tempting to those who seek the ultimate payday—and who aren’t afraid of hurting someone to get it.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of BDSM and fetishism.
Cover Artist: Posh Gosh
Excerpts
“Mr. Richmond requests your presence. If you would follow me, sir?”
Steve arched his eyebrows, careful to turn his head slowly to face the voice that had resounded next to his ear. The cacophony of the dance beats in the club made normal conversation impossible, so the bulky form of one of Allistair’s bodyguards stood very close. Too close. The man’s arms were crossed and his bland expression implacable. Like all of Allistair’s staff at the Dark Fantasy resort casino, the guard was impeccably dressed in what was no doubt a ridiculously expensive black suit. Steve idly wondered what the man thought about trolling for Allistair’s playmates.
Whatever.
Steve gave the guard a curt nod then followed him through the dense crowd, most of them moving to the rhythm of the driving music. The blackness of the large club was punctuated by swirling lasers and the bright lights illuminating nearly naked men and women gyrating in sparkling cages. It was a place Steve could get lost in, get swallowed up by the crowd and the noise and the dark and let the sensual energy carry him away.
It was the perfect respite from the events of the day before when he’d almost lost a young man determined to fall to his death from the top of the Trump International Hotel. He’d thought his fellow SWAT team member and best friend Cole had fucked it out of him. He’d been wrong.
How does Allistair always manage to spot me in the crush of people?
It’d been at least a couple of months since he’d even been by the club. After his last encounter with Allistair, he’d promised himself to stay away for good. Despite the fact that the powerful casino owner had made it clear that he only wanted sex from Steve, there’d been something about him. He was that indescribable mix of harsh and soft, salty and sweet. There was no point in getting wrapped up in someone who only wanted the occasional fuck.
When the near suicide he’d negotiated the day before wouldn’t stop plaguing him, his first thought had been of Allistair. Being a hostage negotiator—as well as a patrol officer for LVMPD—was a constant stress-fest and somehow, the usual release he got from Cole hadn’t been enough. It was odd, considering that Allistair was essentially a stranger. For whatever reason, he’d yearned for him when the need to purge his demons became too unbearable. He counted himself lucky that Allistair apparently had the ability to spot him after all.
And that he’s still interested.
The guard unlocked a door that was almost invisible unless one knew it was there. It was located near the main elevators, but blended in with the blood-red and gold velvet flecked wallpaper. Like the previous times he’d been invited to be Allistair Richmond’s entertainment for the evening, Steve knew the private lift would open up on the top floor where his lover for the night lived.
Steve chuckled, which garnered a sideways glance from the typically stoic guard.
I wonder if Allistair actually is a vampire.
It would be too perfect. He dressed the part, had the mannerisms. Detached, unemotional, elegant and sexy as fuck—he’d make the ideal Dracula.
Steve mused as to whether his appearance was how he’d gotten the idea for the theme of his casino, or if he’d matched his look to it instead. Dark Fantasy had a gothic ambience that played to the vampire theme alongside allusions to Edgar Allen Poe, fallen angels and wicked fairies. It was unique within the equally unique Sin City. Allistair had certainly struggled to get the resort casino opened. When it had initially been under construction, it had been the target of a crazed group of vigilantes purportedly cleansing the city of immorality. They’d attempted to burn it down, but the damage had been minimal. The same group had also tormented the rest of the city over the span of a few months.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing a large foyer boasting black marble floors, solid red walls and grand gold urns overflowing with what appeared to be black ferns. Two more beefy guards flanked the locked entrance to Allistair’s residence. Steve worked hard to control a smirk.
How do these guys manage to take all of this so seriously?
If Allistair hadn’t been the most amazing fuck ever, Steve would’ve mocked the whole thing and told the guy to go find another bottom to play sex toys and bondage with. The stray thought nagged at him. It was possible he was lying to himself to keep from being too disappointed if Allistair were to tire of him for good. Something spoke to him about Allistair, made him want to know more than what the man could do with his amazing dick and talented tongue.
Steve wasn’t like his fuck buddy, Cole. They’d been best friends for over fifteen years—ever since their days in the military. But unlike Cole, who claimed he needed to wait until he was off the force for the real thing, Steve was ready to walk away from the casual nights. He was ready for someone he could build a life with.
Being enamored of certain kinks had made it difficult for him, however. Not all of his proclivities were what would typically be associated with someone as big and built as he was. He’d lost more than one long-term relationship prospect that way when a potential partner would assume he’d be a take charge top in bed. Allistair was a perfect match for him sexually—the only man other than Cole who’d ever tripped all his triggers. Unfortunately, his expressed interest in the occasional fuck was only at Allistair’s discretion, and not what Steve ultimately wished for anyway.
So what the fuck am I doing here?
The man who’d led him out of the club held up a hand for him to wait. Steve pressed his lips together. He liked being told what to do by a lover—as a matter of fact, it turned him way the fuck on. But Allistair’s hired guns always got under his skin for some reason. It wasn’t anything he could specifically point to—just that there was a manner to them that suggested they thought Steve was the same as a rent boy—not worthy of any real consideration. Then again, Steve imagined that Allistair likely procured some of his lovers that way and that most of the rest were there to see what they could scam off the unbelievably rich casino owner.
He let out a low sigh, refocusing his thoughts on what deliciously perverse things Allistair might have in store for him that evening.
The guard who’d led him to the penthouse gestured from the open door for him to come inside. Steve’s first inclination had been to make a snide remark about the lack of verbal communication. As a negotiator for SWAT, he was all about the need for properly voiced exchanges. He reminded himself that he was there to get fucked by a virtual stranger, not teach someone how to interact appropriately with other human beings.
He passed by the guard with no acknowledgment, and entered Allistair’s home. It was still breathtaking even though it wasn’t the first time he’d seen it. The expansive space was all glass on one side, the night-time view of the overwhelming neon lights of the Strip spectacular. The rest of the main area was done in elegant black and white, with the occasional splash of red. A crystal vase, a few throw pillows, an original painting of skeleton Day of the Dead lovers, scattered roses.
Steve had first been invited to Allistair’s private lair on opening night of Dark Fantasy’s Club Seduction. It’d been wild, insane. Cole had been out on a date—Steve had had no idea with who, which was all fine and part of their arrangement—but he’d been horny and bored. He’d wanted something outside the realm of what he usually did. Somehow, Allistair had found him and invited him upstairs for a night of incredible debauchery. He grinned to himself, his cock stirring with interest at the memory of some of the dirty activities they’d shared together.
“It’s good to see you again, Steve.”
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“I’d rather you have a seat first, share a drink with me.”
Steve lost the ability to keep his expression implacable. He was typically ordered to strip then go to the playroom. They’d drink, but not to excess, and it only ever occurred as they enjoyed each other’s bodies. What Allistair had suggested seemed overly…social.
“All right.” He was surprised to discover that his breathing had elevated somewhat, that there was a thread of nervousness thrumming under his skin. Steve didn’t do nervous.
“Jack and Coke, correct?”
“Uh…” Steve was mortified that he actually had to clear his throat to keep from answering shakily. “Yes, that’s correct.”
He remembered?
Steve watched incredulously as Allistair prepared the drink, something he usually requested that Steve do for them. Naked. Allistair slinked over—tall, lean and graceful, broad in his shoulders. He had pale blue eyes and almost black, slicked back hair. The combination was startling. There was red tint on his lips and his eyes were subtly lined in black liner, his skin so pale he seemed translucent. He wore a long red silk robe tied at the waist, with matching silk pajama bottoms. From Steve’s viewpoint, he was also the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
Allistair handed him his drink, seeming to tower over him.
“Thank you, Allistair, I…” Steve frowned.
He wasn’t sure what Allistair wanted after two months of no communication between them. They’d never even exchanged numbers.
Allistair gave him a secretive smile. “Let me get my drink then I’ll join you. I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”
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Meet the author
Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after.
If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011.
Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
1. SWAT officer Steve loves a good spanking and whipping.
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