Release Day Blitz: Tenderly Wicked by Katerina Ross

Tenderly Wicked by Katerine Ross

Tenderly Wicked by Katerine RossBlurb

Max has always been interested in the wicked ways of BDSM, but his unusual tastes haven’t always been well received. But now he has Vadim, an eager Russian sub willing to fulfill his most daring fantasies.

There’s one problem—Max isn’t quite ready to accept what’s right in front of him. His deep-seated insecurities threaten to spoil what’s growing into more than just a kinky pastime. Will Max embrace Vadim’s love or throw away his chance at true happiness?

Excerpt

He woke up in the middle of the night, and the first thing he felt was a light wind. Then he discovered something was missing from the bed. Namely, Vadim.

The balcony door stood ajar. Max hastily threw on his jeans, grabbed his shirt, and went to investigate.

Vadim stood on the balcony, smoking. He leaned against the railing, his spine arched, which presented his rear end in the most enticing way. He’d put his clothes on. Good for him. The nights were still warm, but not enough for one to linger outside in a state of undress.

Max watched him for a while, admiring his—um—posture, and then slid out after him. “Why aren’t you asleep at this time of night?”

“Oh.” Vadim looked back across his shoulder, startled. “I woke you up after all. Sorry.”

Max put an arm loosely around his waist, and murmured into the crook of his neck, “Luckily, no one has to go to work early in the morning. I only have classes at midday.”

The railings were a bit rusty, but at night, everything was a decent dark gray color. There were no lights visible through the thick crown of the ash tree. Everyone seemed to be sound asleep.

“What’s keeping you up?” Max repeated, still holding Vadim from behind. “Are you thinking about your work?”

“Mmm. No. It’s just… It was so good today. I think it frightens me a tad.”

Well, that was a surprise. “Why’s that?”

Vadim leaned back, rested his head against Max’s shoulder, peering into the darkness. “I just don’t want it to be over, that’s all.”

“Neither do I. What’s the problem then?”

Vadim was silent for a moment. “It’s silly, I know,” he said at last.

Max pressed tighter against his back. “Of course it’s silly.”

He didn’t dare to admit aloud that it had been unexpectedly terrifying for him, too, to know that he now was responsible for someone else’s wellbeing. That was what worried him the most. Vadim’s pleasure depended on his decisions, on his planning … and almost nonexistent skills as a Dom. He wanted their relationship to last. He wanted them both to go into a dream-like state where nothing mattered outside the scenes he created, but what if he screwed it all up? It had been fine today, but what about tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow?

Max needed to get all these doubts out of his mind, and the only way to do it was to concentrate on Vadim and not on self-analysis. “You need to stop thinking too much,” he said sternly. “I suppose it’s my responsibility now to prevent you from doing that. Let’s keep you occupied. Given that you tend to neglect your health, I think, as your Dom, I should start a really strict correction training. First, you’re going to quit smoking.”

Vadim let out a laugh, the half-smoked cigarette still in his hand. “Believe me, I tried.”

“No. I’m serious. You’re going to quit smoking.”

“Why would I?”

“Because I told you so.”

A moment of hesitation. Then Vadim stubbed his cigarette against the rusty railing and threw it down into the darkness.

“How very compliant—and how very disrespectful towards public property,” Max purred into his ear. “What should I do now? Reward you for obedience—or punish you for littering? Or maybe both?” With one hand wrapped around Vadim’s waist, Max traced the other up Vadim’s chest and throat and chin until he parted his lips with the index finger.

“Suck. Yes, like that. We need to do something about your disgraceful smoking habit. Save this pretty mouth for purposes other than pulling on a cigarette.”

Vadim twirled his tongue around Max’s finger.

“Yes, like that,” Max encouraged him. “Wet it. You’ll need distractions to cope. I’ll give you distractions. As much as you can take, and more.”

“Gingering again?” Vadim asked dreamily when Max pulled his finger out.

“You seem to have liked it, huh?”

Vadim sighed. “Um, not much, but it helped.”

Max undid the button on Vadim’s pants, and his hand reached into the waistband. Vadim’s breath hitched as he felt a finger, moistened with his own saliva, between his buttocks.

“What if someone … sees?” he panted out.

“Hm. Then let’s give them a spectacle to watch.” It was highly unlikely that someone would, in the dark, through the branches of the ash tree, but Max chose not to reassure Vadim, and the thrill seemed to work perfectly on Vadim’s cock. Max started working on it with one hand, alternating strokes along his length with swipes of his thumb across the wet head, and plunged knuckle deep into Vadim’s ass at the same time, rubbing his prostate.

It didn’t take much time to bring him to the brink, but as soon as Max felt the tightness of Vadim’s balls and the treacherous pulse in his cock, he squeezed his fingers tight in a circle around the base of his shaft, preventing orgasm. Vadim bit back a growl of frustration.

“Not that fast,” Max warned him. Vadim squirmed in his arms but didn’t resist, too far gone for that, completely at his Dom’s mercy.

Author bio

Katerina Ross lives in Russia and works as a journalist. There are no M/M publishers in her country at all, so she wrote a hot and kinky M/M romance in English.

Online profiles: Facebook, Tumblr, and LJ.

Buy links:

Amazon | Evernight Publishing

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