RELEASE DAY FOR BEYOND JUSTICE (THE ASYLUM FIGHT CLUB BOOK 2) with HOT AF EXCERPT!

Yes, Xmas release days are a little crazy.

No, I'm not sorry for doing it two years in a row. XD

Heyo, books are the perfect escape from the holiday rush!

This year has been rough, but the one thing I had that truly kept things going was the world of The Asylum. With so many rich characters, I couldn't wait to dive into each of their stories and I'm so excited to share the next one, with Reed and Curtis, who you met in Flawed Justice (The Asylum Book 1). 

And you know with those two this is gonna be a WILD ride!

 

Raised and trained by The Asylum Fight Club’s most infamous owner, Reed Dane is almost untouchable. Might sound dope, but there are disadvantages to his ‘privileged’ status. His guardian’s reputation makes a serious relationship impossible—turns out the club’s members are addicted to breathing—and the one man Reed truly wants sees him only as a stray his former lover brought home.

An endless string of one-night stands lacks the intimacy Reed craves, but at least edgy post-fight hookups distract him from what he’ll never have. Until he takes a wrecking ball to the walls that set him apart.

Curtis Smith is a lot of things—MMA fighter, club owner...son of a drug lord—but one thing he’s not is prepared to face temptation exploding past his carefully built boundaries. Reed is forbidden, to him most of all, but resisting what they both want becomes impossible with the sub challenging him at every turn. And with his past threatening everything The Asylum has been built to protect, Curtis can’t afford to be addicted to Reed’s brand of candy coated sin.

He can’t deny himself one taste before his stolen time runs out. Because when it does, all that will be left behind for Reed is a memory…

And his heart.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

 

In Reed’s loft, he closed the door softly and walked lightly to the bedroom. Sprawled on the bed, Reed was propped up on his elbows, reading a comic book. Shaking his head, Curtis watched him for a moment, drinking in the sight of his bare toes shifting against the sheet, as if he couldn’t be still even while laying down.

He cleared his throat, not bothering to hide his grin.

Reed glanced over, expression unreadable. “Hey. You came back.”

Looking at him askance, Curtis dropped the shirt and liniment onto the dresser and put his boots on the floor, socks inside. “Of course, I came back.”

There weren’t a lot of promises he made in his life, because he wouldn’t break his word if he could help it. If he’d said he was going to do something, chances were he was going to follow through. He was surprised Reed didn’t know that by now.

Crossing to the bed, not giving Reed time to think, he bent low and rolled him into his arms. He made for the bathroom, scooping up the liniment on the way.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Setting Reed on his feet in the bathroom, he gave him his best level stare. “Do you want this, Reed? Between us? It’s the only time I’ll ask, so think carefully and tell me if you don’t know, because I’m not going any further until I have a clear ‘yes’ from you.”

Reed hissed in a breath. “But...you don’t have to. If you’re feeling sorry for me, I can’t…”

Curtis pressed his fingers to Reed’s lips and tilted his head. “I think you know me better than that, don’t you, boy?”

“Yes…” Reed swallowed hard. “Yes, okay?”

“I want to hear what you want, not what you think I want.” Curtis’s gaze narrowed.

“I can’t be in control, Curtis. That’s…” Reed bit hard into his bottom lip. “I want you to have it.”

Nodding, Curtis hooked his finger over the band of Reed’s shorts. “That’s all I need to know.”

Tugging Reed closer, he worked his way around his waistband, inching the material lower with each light pass, watching Reed’s eyes for any sign of distress or fear.

Eyes locked on his, pupils dilated, Reed held still.

“Good boy.” 

Lowering his mouth to Reed’s lips, he captured the sweet taste he’d always known would linger there. One part maple syrup and one part cherry lip balm, Reed tasted of candy soaked sin. Bringing Reed’s thigh into contact with his erection, Curtis tested his sub’s reaction.

“Fuck…” Reed breathed out the word, eyes drifting shut. 

Curtis gave him a free pass on the curse and continued his exploration of Reed’s mouth in little sips and nips. Bringing the flat of his hand to Reed’s abdomen, he slid his fingers down until they rested between the silken heat of Reed’s cock and his abs. Smoothed his hand back and forth, knuckles grazing.

Reed’s head fell back, his lids fluttering as his eyes rolled. “That’s…”

“Nice?” Curtis murmured against Reed’s mouth, claiming his lips for another kiss.

Nodding, Reed sighed and Curtis held him steady, one hand at the side of his face, deepening the kiss. The point of Reed’s tongue danced with his, evading Curtis’s attempts at capture. Letting out a frustrated growl, Curtis gripped the back of Reed’s skull to hold him immobile and fucked his mouth in merciless sweeps that demonstrated exactly who was in control.

Gentle. He needs me to be gentle.

He lifted his head, taking time to appreciate the mottled flush that crept up Reed’s throat. 

“Such a good boy.” Curtis said the words again, just to see Reed’s shiver.

Tugging Reed’s shorts away from his ass so they wouldn’t touch his skin on the way down, Curtis divested him of the clothing and pressed him backward with light prodding to his thighs, until Reed stood with his back close to the shower curtain. The rod overhead had been blocked and bolted to the walls on either end. He reached up and tugged, using his weight. When it didn’t budge, he nodded. 

Yes, that will do nicely.

“Does it hurt to put your arms over your head?” 

Lashes fluttering, Reed opened his eyes and looked up, seeming to catch on to Curtis’s intent, and stretched, gingerly at first, then fully, and licked his lips. “I’m fine.”

Curtis brushed Reed’s hair back. “What’s your safeword?”

Pupils so far blown his eyes appeared nearly black, Reed inhaled through his nostrils and said “Lollipop” on a breathy exhale. 

“Grab the bar.” Curtis nudged his chin upward. “Don’t let go unless it’s to put your hands on my shoulders, understand?”

Reed nodded, lifting and gripping tight. 

Standing back a fraction, Curtis allowed himself to admire his submissive’s body. The long line of his torso that stretched to the sides of his pert ass and down to the ropes of muscles that formed his lean thighs. Calves made for dancing rounded out the display. Saving the best for last, he let his gaze linger on Reed’s dick, noting the naked, smooth skin of his high-and-tight sac.

Curtis’s mouth kicked up. Of course, he waxes. A useful tidbit of information he had every intention of playing with in the dungeon at some point. 

But for now…

Lowering himself to his knees, he looked up, hands on Reed’s hips. “Comfortable?”

Looking down at him, Reed bit his lip and nodded, the motion jerky with breathy anticipation.

Letting his eyes speak for him, Curtis worked his way down Reed’s shaft in one long, flat tongued push. Held Reed’s hips firmly when they shot forward. He lifted his head, flicking his tongue over the sweet button of flesh under Reed’s crown, and worked his way back down again, swallowing to Reed’s root.

Hands gripped to the bar, head thrown back, Reed swayed and Curtis tightened his grip. Working up the saliva in his mouth to create just the right amount of pressure and glide, he forced himself not to get lost in the sugar and silk of the man’s taste. His own pleasure would wait. His sub needed this. Needed him. Lifting his head, he let Reed slip from his mouth with a messy slurp and waited until Reed’s breaths slowed. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, he looked like the picture of frustrated arousal. 

“When I grip your ankle, I want you to come. No later, and no sooner. Understood?”

Reed nodded. “Yes...Daddy?”

Curtis bit back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass his sub, who’d clearly latched on to the strangest part of their earlier conversation as he slipped into the zone. Humiliation had zero place in this moment and he wanted to keep him floating in that space he craved without the detachment he’d settled for from other Doms. “Sir will do.”

Licking his lips, Reed nodded again. “Yes, sir.”

“Very nice. Now let’s see how good of a boy you can be.”

Cupping Reed’s smooth sac, he palmed it, then encircled his dick with his thumb and forefinger. Added just a little pressure and made sure to reseat his grip on Reed’s sweat-slick hip. Arousal flowed in slow, deep waves, like the boom of the ocean on a hot summer’s day. Taking Reed between his lips, he swallowed him down in time to that rhythm. As it sped up, so did he, until Reed’s legs shook and his ass clenched, telling him his boy was right where he wanted him.

Letting go of Reed’s shaft, he lowered his hand and gripped Reed’s ankle. Reed sagged. Curtis caught his hips, taking his weight. He swallowed fast and deep, come bursting across his tongue. Held Reed in his mouth while they both came down, his own chest heaving in a counter-rhythm to Reed’s. He let all of the things he wanted to do to this man roll over him, erasing the lines he’d drawn himself. The boy had gotten much too accustomed to something cheap and shallow from his lovers.

It was time to show him what he’d been missing.