Kingsley Black is a sub with a... rough past. Most of the Dominants in Andreas' and Aaron's club, Wildex, have gotten a taste of Kingsley, but they won't create a contract. If they do, it doesn't last long. So Kingsley gives up and just allows himself to be used as a nightly plaything. The one Dominant that Kingsley wants however, is Andreas. More than anything. Andreas is one of the few Master Doms of Wildex, being a co-owner beside Aaron. He never takes a sub for a night, and hardly pays attention to any in general. The little minx that Kingsley is though, has always attracted Andreas. Kingsley is just too rowdy. Can Andreas calm the energetic ball that is Kingsley? Can Kingsley really keep a contract for longer than a month? Or will they find out they are simply not compatible to be a dom/sub pair? Everything may seem fine for the King of Subs, but nothing is ever Peaches and Crème when it comes to the spitfire boy. !!!WARNING!!! This book is very explicit. It will have mentions of topics that are trigger for others (I will try to put those warnings in the beginning of each chapter), and will have mature language and topics. Chapters with Mature content will have an [M] in each chapter title. Thanks for reading! -BuzzyQueenBeee The POVs are switching so you get a look at what either character is thinking during certain things.

The story of Isaiah Moreau, before he became the traumatized adult everyone knew. What caused him to be like this? What caused recovery to have been so hard, that it seemed like he would die before he faced his demons? {Prequel to Just Breathe}

It began with a kiss. It was a New Year's Eve kiss that he wouldn't forget any time soon. - Bram doesn't like a lot of things. He doesn't like the fact that his boss is always calling him topside to switch on his computer. He doesn't like the way his boss stares at him. Bram doesn't like letting his little self go. He doesn't like being little. Xander Lupo has a lot of things. He has the respect, he has enough money to rule, buy and make his own country. He might be the head of the Lupo mafia family, he might be involved in drugs, guns and a lot of other things. He might have a lot. But he doesn't have a little. It takes a gun to his head, being at the wrong place and some stuffies to change his mind.

He leaned in closer. I could feel his hot breath on my face, his eyes never once leaving mine. Closer. Closer. And then his lips captured mine. My eyes fluttered closed. Sparks flew behind my eyelids as his skillful mouth worked mine. I was frozen, caught up in the improbability of it all. "Kiss me back" He murmured, pressing himself even closer. Immidetly I obeyed, opening my mouth and letting him in. A single moan escaped me, and if I hadn't been so intoxicated by him I would have cowered in embarrassment. He growled at that and took my bottom lip between his teeth tugging harshly at the swollen flesh. He finally released me and leaned back with a satisfied grin on his face as he eyed my trembling state of need. "Eventually you're going to have to choose Angel. Who's it going to be? Me, or my brother?"