The Regent's Capture

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Chapter One—The Tunnel EACH step Raden took echoed in the tunnel. Water stood ankle deep on the stone floor, and his shoes slapped noisily in the puddles. Water dripped steadily from the walls and created an eerie melody when combined with the sound of his footsteps. His wrists were tied behind his back. The silver ropes that bound him cut into his skin. The ropes burrowed deep into his arms. The searing burn caused by the silver weakened him. Raden’s head bobbed downward toward his chest in rhythm with the melody of drips and steps. He had no idea how long he’d been walking, but he knew it had been a while. Maybe two days—or more. He knew the tunnels that ran under the city were vast and intricate, but he’d never been this deep before. He’d only used the pathways to get from his home to other locations above ground. He could tell he was far from any of his familiar haunts. Given that he heard no sounds from above, he assumed he was far from civilization. He could be anywhere by now. Or nowhere. A thin smirk curled across his lips, and he chuckled despite himself. Nothing about his situation was funny, but

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 3 it was ironic. Nowhere would be better. This forced march was taking him somewhere very specific. To a place that he’d never imagined he’d be going. A thick arm, as hard as a steel post, shoved him from behind. The push made him trip, and he almost fell down face-first on the cold, wet ground. In his weakened state, it took him several strides before he was able to recover his footing. “Move! Faster,” the voice commanded. Raden grunted in response. It was the only refusal he could muster. The last thing he wanted to do was to get to the destination quicker. He tried to slow his pace, exhaustion and dread vying for dominance over his body. A sense of foreboding chilled him to his core. But the beefy arms didn’t care about reluctance. One arm, then two pushed him again.

Raden’s

“I said move!” Raden heard a laugh in the other man’s voice. “He’s waiting for you.” The other man did laugh. It was a menacing sound that sent a shiver of dread down Raden’s spine and penetrated him to his very core. The Regent’s guards were some of the biggest vampires this side of the Delta. They were all tall, inhumanly muscular, and overpoweringly strong. Their barrel torsos were rivaled only by the size of their limbs—arms and legs as thick as tree trunks. Rumor had it the Regent turned professional wrestlers

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 4 and former Olympians from a wide variety of countries for the specific purpose of recruiting them into his elite protective unit. It didn’t matter if specialized vampirism was forbidden by an ancient truce between his kind and humans. The Regent didn’t care about Vampire Law—he made his own law. No one dared to defy him. The Regent always got his way. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. What he wanted now was Raden.

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Chapter Two—Fate RADEN shuddered as much from the ever-cooler temperatures in the rapidly descending tunnel as he did from the full realization of his fate. If he’d been human, his ears would have popped from the decrease in altitude. His body would have had a difficult time adjusting. He’d be short of breath and weaker from the hike than he was from the silver ropes. But Raden was not human. Hell, if he was he wouldn’t be faced with the fate that awaited him. Raden didn’t know his exact location, but he knew the guards were marching him into the belly of the earth. To the darkest, most dreaded place on the planet. To the place dreaded by all vampires. Raden was being taken to the Regent’s cavern lair. At the other end of his forced march, the Regent waited. Life—or afterlife—as Raden knew it, would end one way or another. Perhaps more than that, because in the Regent’s keep he would face a fate worse than death: eternal slavery at the hand of a cruel master. Raden would be locked in the cavern. He would never experience the night again. He would never see the stars, smell the air. Drink. As a prisoner, he would never enjoy the sweet sanguine flavor of human blood. In the Regent’s keep, freedom would be stolen from him.

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 6 Did eternal death wait for Raden? Or eternal servitude? Either way, his life was over. When Raden and the two guards finally came close to the Regent’s lair, the dripping water and puddles on the ground suddenly dried. The once-rough rock at his feet became smooth, polished stone. The walls too were clean and even, instead of rough and dirty. Pitch black became light, created by dozens of torches that were fastened in a long line to the tunnel walls. Raden’s stomach twisted. His fate was close. But how had it become his fate? How had he come to this place? Just days ago, before his forced march to this dreaded place, his life had been normal. He’d been working as a bartender in a posh downtown bar that served both humans and vampires. It was a place where the two species could come together and sate their mutual needs. Vampires lounged among willing victims, drinking to their heart’s desire. Humans mingled among the undead, satisfying their own twisted need to be exploited. The job paid well and offered him stability. The best benefit was that he’d had his choice of hot young men—a benefit Raden had often enjoyed. He was a sucker for a dick and a beating heart. Raden’s long black hair had been perfectly coiffed. Even in the dark confines of the bar, he’d kept his brown eyes shaded. He’d dressed in the finest Italian fashion, clothing he’d gathered decades ago when he’d lived in the foreign

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 7 country. Daily blood kept him healthy and hard. Now he was dirty, his clothes were torn, and long strands of his hair were matted with sweat to the sides of his neck. His appearance wasn’t the worst part of his current predicament. The chains of bondage were. The silver that cut into his wrists wasn’t the only symbol of his sudden servitude. The collar around his neck was meant to eliminate his self-esteem. He was being treated like an animal. The rope fastened around his waist too was humiliating. He was no longer free. A lot had changed in three days. That’s how long it had been since he’d first encountered the man to whom he was being taken. The man who would strip him of his freedom. Raden remembered well the night he’d first met the vampire known as the Regent. The Regent strode with confidence into Aiden’s Bar and Grill—blond hair tied back in a slick ponytail, dark sunglasses, and tight leather from head to toe. To say he was tall, dark, and handsome would have been an understatement. Every eye in the room turned to the Regent, mesmerized by his beauty. Even Raden was unable to resist. Raden didn’t usually spend time with his own kind. He was new, by vampire standards, and still preferred the vitality of humans. Their life force reminded him of what it was like to be alive. But when the Regent removed his shades to reveal the ice-blue spheres behind, the Romanesque god took Raden’s breath away—literally. Raden sucked in a deep breath at the

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 8 sight of the other man, who was toned to perfection. He knew fucking the Regent would be better than any sex he’d ever had. Raden knew who he was, of course. The Regent was famous, or infamous. His aura of power was as irresistible as his good looks. Raden had immediately fallen under the Regent’s spell. He was unable to withstand the lure of power that surrounded the older vampire. Even if he’d been able to defend against the Regent’s advance, three days ago he hadn’t wanted to. He’d wanted the Regent like he’d wanted no other, from the first moment he saw him.

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Chapter Three—One Night Stand THE REGENT had sauntered to the bar, his entire body moving in perfect rhythm. He’d ordered a Bloody Mary with an ironic smirk, the words oozing from his thin red lips like liquid sex. His eyes shifted slowly from Raden to a young biker who sat alone at the end of the polished wood. “We could have some fun together.” It wasn’t a question because the Regent never asked. He demanded. The human—Raden couldn’t remember his name—was also compelled by the Regent. The older vampire’s confidence was more powerful than any ancient vampire spell. Two hours later, the human was drunk off his ass and the Regent convinced both the boy and Raden to join him for the night. Not that it took much convincing by that point, even for a dead sober Raden. Handsome, ripped, and powerful. Being around the Regent was like being in the presence of a superstar. Raden was the giggling, star-struck admirer. “I know a place around the corner with rentals,” Raden offered. The human smiled in a sexy, shy way that made Raden’s dick jump. The look on the dude’s face sealed the

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 10 deal. No other words were exchanged. The Regent led the guy out the door. Raden turned in his keys, punched out, and followed. The room was far from the luxury to which Raden assumed the Regent was accustomed. It was small, dark, and dirty, but none of the three minded. No sooner did the Regent close the door than the frenzy began. Leather flew across the room as the two vampires tore off their clothes. The human’s jeans and T-shirt were shredded quicker than the young man could whimper in pleasure from having his cock sucked. Raden went down on him first, drinking first the sweet pre-come and then the sanguine nectar of life. There was little Raden enjoyed more than sinking his teeth into the tender fold between a human’s dick and thigh. Blood tasted the most luscious when mixed with human cream. Once Raden had his fill, the Regent joined. They took turns mouth-fucking first the young human’s shaft and then his hole. The vampires bit each other, too, and merged their blood with their willing third partner. Their blood and the human’s come blended into an intoxicating cocktail. Raden became drunk from the juice. And from the pleasure. Raden’s tongue thrust into the human. The Regent’s mouth sucked the guy’s dick. Raden’s hand pumped the Regent’s shaft. The Regent’s hand fingerfucked Raden’s back passage. The three bodies writhed on the small rented bed. Blood soaked the sheets. The scent of sex filled the air. Soon it was

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 11 hard to tell where one body started and another ended. Remembering the encounter, Raden still didn’t know who had erupted more—or who had bled more. The sex- and blood-fueled hours the three had shared had been the most erotic night of Raden’s life. Raden had experienced glimpses of the domination he’d always fantasized about, but never participated in. The human had survived, but only barely. Raden had woken in the early hours of the next evening alone and covered in blood. The human was gone. The Regent was gone. He hadn’t seen either one again. Once the inebriation and pain had worn off, he’d returned to work. The other vampires at the bar had been quick to tell Raden stories he’d never heard before. Of the Regent’s penchant for torture. The Regent’s special punishment for lovers he’d discarded. Men—human and vampire—taken to the underground lair, never to return. Now Raden was one of those men. Doomed.

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Chapter Four— The Regent AN

ENORMOUS stone door opened slowly as if by magic.

Raden’s eyes strained to focus. The muscle behind him didn’t move and neither did he. Despite the welcoming appearance of the room he saw beyond the threshold, he wasn’t going to move until forced. A warm gust of air greeted Raden, calming the shiver that had overtaken him five miles back. Raden sniffed the air and smelled a strange aroma. At first his senses were overwhelmed with the musty smell of the dungeon. No sooner had the smell penetrated his nostrils than it was followed by a sharp and masculine musk. The scent was of an ancient spice mixed with blood. Raden breathed deep and enjoyed the aroma despite himself. He knew the scent all too well. He’d relished it the night he’d spent wrapped in a threesome in the cheap rented motel room. It was the smell of the Regent. Raden had never imagined the scent of impending death would be so erotic. He felt intoxicated. His rational mind, filled with the knowledge of his doom, warred with the deep sexual ache in his loins. His feet stayed plastered to the ground, but his hips involuntarily jutted forward slightly, his dick drawn to the Regent. One of the guards finally shoved him forward through

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 13 the doorway, whether he liked it or not. He tried to plant his feet, but it was no use. He was overpowered by the other man’s strength and too weak to disobey. “Raden,” a deep voice echoed from inside the cavern. “Lover. Come in.” The Regent’s voice was even more enticing than the last time Raden had heard it: masculine and laced with desire. The Regent sounded like a mythical siren, his voice a song sung just for Raden. Raden never imagined that the sound of impending death would be so welcoming. Raden took one step, then another. His pace quickened as the aroma and warmth melted his fear and exhaustion. Walking to his death was easier than he’d imagined it would be. The Regent sat on an ornately decorated mahogany bed; the four tall wooden posters were as high as the cavern’s ceiling and covered in a thin sheath of lace. The Regent’s back was against the massive headboard and his arms were folded casually behind his head. He was surrounded by several large pillows decorated in the same ancient Chinese pattern as the quilt that covered the mattress. His legs were sprawled in front of him in an open V-shape. He was completely naked. Despite the vampire’s nudity, Raden noticed his eyes first. Blue, bright, like a summer sky. It had been hundreds of years since Raden had seen the sky, but he remembered it. The Regent’s eyes reminded him of the sky. The next thing Raden noticed was the vampire’s

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 14 oversized shaft. The Regent’s dick greeted Raden—long, thick, and jutting upward toward the ceiling. Raden blinked twice, remembering how good it felt to have all eight inches buried in his ass. One of the guards slammed him hard on both shoulders and sent Raden tumbling to his knees. Raden winced in pain and lowered his head. As disrespectful as it might have been to stare, he wouldn’t regret his last vision being the Regent’s engorged cock. He’d happily take that image with him to whatever afterlife awaited. “Fin!” The Regent commanded and waived his hand dismissively. “Enough. Unbind him and leave us.” The guard untied the ropes and unfastened the collar. Raden sighed in relief but kept his head bowed. He heard a shuffle behind him followed by the slam of the cavern door. Raden waited but heard only his own breath. Coarse and ragged, the sound filled the large room and echoed in the silence. Minutes passed and Raden wondered if the Regent too had left. With time, his breathing calmed. He raised his head to inspect his final resting place. When he looked up, he came face-to-face with the Regent, now kneeling only a few feet away from him. “Thank you for agreeing to join me in my home.” The Regent motioned his hand in a large circle around the room but never broke eye contact. Raden knew he must have gone insane. The forced

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 15 march and constant thoughts of his own death had been too much for his mind to handle. Either that, or it was the Regent who was crazy. “I did not come voluntarily.” Raden stuck his chin into the air with defiance. If he was going to die, he would die with dignity. “My apologies.” The Regent smiled and reached out his hand to caress Raden’s cheek. “I’m afraid it was necessary. With my reputation, I knew you would not agree of your own accord.” Raden didn’t respond. How could he? He wanted no part of whatever game the Regent played. “Come, join me.” The Regent stood and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him with his hand. “No, Regent.” He wanted only for the man to end the game quickly and assumed defiance to be his ally. “Please, call me Armand.” The Regent’s luscious, full red lips—the same that had brought Raden such pleasure a few days ago—smiled again and withered Raden’s resolve. Raden’s shoulders slumped before he rose and sat next to Armand. “I believe you’ve misread my intentions for you.” Armand’s voice remained commanding but had noticeably softened. “You intend to kill me,” Raden said as matter-of-fact as he could. “Or enslave me. For some perceived indiscretion, I suppose. It is your way.” “No.” The protest was deep and soft. Raden looked into

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 16 the Regent’s eyes and saw honesty. “That is the persona others have crafted for me. Those afraid of power. Of the unknown.” Raden’s mouth fell open. “Then why have you brought me here?”

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Chapter Five—Proposal “THE night we spent together haunts me. It was the most passionate I have experienced in a millennia. I want only to experience another. If you’ll have me.” Raden’s eyes widened. He turned from the Regent and allowed himself to look around the room for the first time. He’d expected devices of torture, a hall of death covered in the blood and dust of those who’d come here before him. Instead, he saw that the bed upon which they sat was joined by other antique furniture and the trappings of a long-lived life. Statues dating back to ancient Egypt. Famous paintings long since believed lost to the world. Trinkets large and small, some crafted from gold, others chiseled from stone. Framed photos of Armand amongst the great wonders of the world. Far from a place of death, this was a place of life. Armand’s life. Raden had to choke back tears at the realization that he wouldn’t die. Quite the contrary. “But the others. The stories….” “Some told by jilted lovers. Others by those who wished to be lovers but fell short of igniting my interest. Others in search of power, or afraid of it.” “Lies. But your guards….” “Feeding the rumors gives me protection. Despite what

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 18 you’ve been told, few have entered my home. In all my years of existence, I’ve never found anyone I wanted to share it with. Until now.” “What exactly are you proposing?” Armand stood and walked to the nightstand. He reached in the drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. A shiver raced down Raden’s spine, and his dick jumped. “One more night together. If I can be convincing enough,” he snapped the metal of the cuffs together for emphasis, “you will stay with me. My servant.” The way Armand said the word servant heightened Raden’s excitement. He’d enjoyed the night with Armand and the young biker, especially the tiny glimpses of what Armand now proposed. The web of deception that had brought Raden to the lair may have had its ontogeny in lies, but Armand played into it. Fed it. Otherwise, Raden’s journey would have been a pleasant one. Raden knew Armand’s reliance on the lie gave him power over the older vampire. The Regent might be offering servitude, but it was far from an uneven relationship. “And what would I get in return?” Raden asked, leveraging his own power. “Eternity,” Armand responded with a smirk. “I have that already.” “Not the way I can give it to you.” Armand walked back to Raden’s side. “Close your eyes,” he whispered into Raden’s

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 19 ear. The sweet aroma of fresh blood cascaded over Raden’s face. He did as asked with only the slightest hesitation. Raden heard the clink of metal as the Regent laid the cuffs at his side. Armand wrapped his long, thin fingers around Raden’s wrist and moved his hand to his back. He then brought the other hand around. Another clink. A snap. Raden’s hands were bound by cold metal. Armand pressed his body against Raden’s chest and used his weight to push him forward. Raden fell onto the bed, the back of his legs hitting the mattress. In silence, Armand removed Raden’s jeans and briefs. He wore only a T-shirt, which Armand ripped at the sides to release it from Raden’s broad arms. “Spread your legs and bend over,” the Regent ordered. Raden’s body trembled and his dick ached. He did as commanded. He wanted—needed—to be dominated. To relinquish any power he held over Armand. His position on the bed made it impossible to see what Armand was doing, but he heard him walk to the other side of the room and back again. The next sensation he felt was the sting of leather. Long, cold, and hard. The material slapped against his backside from neck to ass. Raden howled. At first, the sound echoed the momentary pain that jolted his entire body. His piercing yelp quickly morphed into

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 20 a groan of pleasure. In all Raden’s four hundred years, he’d wanted this. He’d experimented here and there with willing humans, but never with one of his own kind. He’d never found a master who was his match. Someone who drove his lust as powerfully as the Regent. Again the leather cracked. The sting, the pain, the jolt of passion.

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Chapter Six—Submission THE whipping continued until Raden’s whole body was sore and his back was riddled with long red welts. The wounds would heal, but they bore no less pain. The pain made him feel more alive than he had in many years. An overwhelming desire enlivened him; every inch of his skin tingled with anticipation. He knew his submission would be rewarded. Raden shoved his face into the silken quilt, waiting breathless for his master’s next move. The short intermission was followed by the burn of hot liquid. The Regent poured the thick cream down his back and over his ass. Raden’s skin tensed under the searing lava. Raden groaned in ecstasy, and his fangs extended. The boiling fluid oozed in long, hot streaks over his back. It pooled into what remained of the already healing lesions on his back. It trickled down into his crack and burned his hole. “Lubricant heated in the fire,” Armand leaned down and whispered into Raden’s ear. The touch of Armand’s slick chest against Raden’s back made Raden shudder. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted the Regent. Armand sensed Raden’s desire. He slid his smooth pecs down the length of Raden’s backside. Heat radiated between

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 22 their skin, nearly as searing as the oil that scorched Raden’s pores. “Do you want me?” Armand teased. “Yes,” Raden said in a pleading huff. “But you must be patient, my love.” Raden didn’t know how much more patience he could muster. Through the dizzying haze created by the mix of pain and passion, he suppressed his strength. He succumbed to the Regent’s wish, submitted to the promise of release. “Patience,” Armand whispered. The Regent used two fingers to massage the oil into Raden’s hole, opening him and letting the liquid sear his canal. “Fuck!” The word escaped along with a weighted exhale before Raden could stop himself. He froze, waiting for his master’s response. Surely such an uncontrolled outburst would not go unpunished. Raden waited for another crack of the whip. Instead of a reprimand, Armand pumped the two long fingers into Raden’s ass. The cylinders glided smoothly into Raden’s canal. Raden’s passage expanded and stretched to accommodate Armand’s fingers. In and out, the Regent pumped. In and out, with each pass Raden’s body writhed and twisted under his master. The pain from the heat of the lubricant was stifled by the carnal desire that overtook Raden. The Regent’s thrusts grew quicker and harder. Each inward pump hit Raden’s pleasure spot, the point that

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 23 caused him to lose all self-control. Raden’s cock engorged and pre-come leaked from the crown. His rod chafed against the silk cover of the bed, but he enjoyed the sensation. When the Regent’s finger-fuck reached its climax, so did Raden. Cream spurted from his dick and coated the maroon comforter. Raden moaned and his body relaxed, melting into the Regent’s king-sized bed. The sweat that had beaded on his temples made the cover wet. He breathed in the scent of his own fulfillment. “I’m not done with you yet.” Armand removed his fingers and used both hands to spread apart Raden’s butt cheeks. The Regent licked a line of wet fire from the middle of Raden’s back to his crack. Raden’s ass puckered and invited Armand to lick his hole. “You were insubordinate before.” Armand’s breath spread like warm butter over Raden’s slit. “I cannot punish you for your disrespect,” the Regent puffed. “Not yet. I need you too much. To feel you. To fuck you.” Risking the loss of the patience his master showed him, Raden again spoke. “Do it now, Regent. Fuck me. Do it hard.” “Yes,” said the Regent. “Yes.” The lines between master and servant blurred as Armand withdrew his fingers and complied with Raden’s demand. He plunged his shaft deep into Raden’s ass. He buried his dick until his balls slapped against Raden’s cheeks. “Ahh.” The Regent howled. Raden was already stretched from Armand’s prior finger-rimming. Now

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 24 Armand pumped with his dick, quicker and harder, over and over, each pass of his dick coating Raden’s passage with the now lukewarm oil. The more he pumped, the easier his cock passed, stretching and filling Raden. “Harder,” Raden yelled, completely past any ability to show respect through silence. The Regent complied. Raden’s body lifted slightly, then slammed back into the bed with each powerful thrust. The two vampires’ howls grew louder and more fierce. Raden bit into the mattress, seeking release, while Armand bit into Raden’s shoulder. Raden’s dick hit the bed and rubbed over the silk with each downward move. Armand gripped Raden’s ass and squeezed his cheeks so hard his nails penetrated Raden’s skin. The resulting sting traveled like electricity up his spine and less than a second later, Raden felt Armand spurt inside him. His orgasm was so hard that come shot out of Raden’s hole and trickled down his crack. “Yes!” the Regent yelled and collapsed on top of Raden, breathing heavily in Raden’s ear. Raden shifted his body so that Armand fell to his side. He gathered his master in his arms. Raden pushed Armand’s soaked blond locks away from his face. Red drops had formed at the corners of Armand’s eyes. “Are you crying?” Raden asked in a gentle voice.

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Chapter Seven—Eternity “TEARS of joy,” said Armand. “Tears of joy.” “Joy?” The Regent’s response puzzled Raden. In less than an hour he’d gone from captive, being led to his death, to slave, to lover. “Joy that I have finally found a lover who matches my intensity.” The Regent rested his head on Raden’s chest. “You are incredible.” “I admit this is much better than the eternal death I thought waited for me here.” The slight chuckle in Raden’s voice hinted at the joy he felt. “I knew the first time we met. When I saw you in the bar. I knew I had to have you.” “We did share an amazing night.” Raden cupped Armand’s face with both hands and rubbed the other man’s bristled cheeks with his thumbs. “This night was even better.” “Will you stay with me then?” The powerful master had faded and a scared child stood in his stead. The Regent’s voice shook and he stared at Raden with uncertainty, as if waiting to be rejected. “Here? In this cavern?”

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 26 Armand lowered his eyes from Raden’s gaze. “Yes.” Raden used his strength to pull the other vampire so that they lay face to face. He pressed his lips against Armand’s mouth. At first, the movement was soft. He rubbed his lips in a gentle sweep, then licked the edges, seeking entry. Armand’s lips parted, and Raden took control. He kissed the Regent with such ferocity, their tongues vying for dominance, that they were both left breathless. “And what of eternal life with me?” Raden heard the hope in Armand’s voice. It was the same hope he felt in his own heart. In all the centuries he had seen, he’d only wanted one thing: to be loved and to love in return, true and forever. Raden could hardly believe he’d finally found his happily ever after—in the arms of the most feared vampire in the new world. “Yes.” He knew the single word was enough to bind him to the Regent. Forever. “Good.” Armand sat up and straddled Raden. “Now it’s time for your punishment. You must learn never to speak out of turn when I’m fucking you.” Armand fisted Raden’s balls with one hand and grabbed Raden’s dick with the other. He squeezed until Raden’s eyes closed and his entire body shuddered. Armand used his fingers to graze a sharp line along the outer edge of Raden’s thick rod. A hard puff of air escaped Raden’s lips, and his mouth curved into a smile. Visions of being fucked so hard he’d feel

The Regent’s Capture | Rebecca Leigh 27 as alive as he had been when he was human flickered through his mind. Visions of dominance and submission, of taking turns with the Regent in the struggle for power. Visions of eternity moved like a dream across his closed eyelids—just before the erotic pain of the Regent’s next move.

About the Author

REBECCA LEIGH is a straight-laced attorney by day who gets lost in her erotic fantasies at night. Those fantasies find their way into her steamy, erotic romances. Rebecca lives in paradise with her husband and two beautiful daughters. She can often be found socializing on Facebook, Twitter, and her blog. Visit her web site at http://www.rebeccaleighromance.com or her blog at http://blog.rebeccaleighromance.com/.

Copyright

The Regent’s Capture ©Copyright Rebecca Leigh, 2011 Published by Dreamspinner Press 382 NE 191st Street #88329 Miami, FL 33179-3899 USA http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover Art by Anne Cain [email protected] Cover Design by Mara McKennen This book is licensed to the original purchaser only. Duplication or distribution via any means is legal and a violation of International Copyright Law, subject to criminal prosecution and upon conviction, fines and/or imprisonment. This eBook cannot be legally loaned or given to others. No part of this eBook can be shared or reproduced without the express permission of the publisher. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact Dreamspinner Press at: 382 NE 191st Street #88329 Miami, FL 33179-3899 USA http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/ Released in the United States of America September 2011 eBook Edition eBook ISBN: 978-1-61372-193-3