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Brute: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance by Loki Renard

He wants me, and he takes what he wants.

I thought my scheme was foolproof, but the alien brute caught me. Now I’m going to pay.

I will not just be punished. I will be owned. He is going to use me roughly, savagely, taking me in ways I didn’t think it would be possible for such an enormous beast to take a little human.

As one painfully intense climax after another is ripped from my naked, quivering body, I’m certain he is not even close to being done with me… and I’m not sure I want him to be.




Publisher’s Note: Brute includes spankings, sexual scenes, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Loki Renard

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$3.95

Length: 38,500 words


His big hands go to my cheeks, one on each. He spreads my ass open, puts the shameful little core of me on display. This is not going to be good. This is going to hurt.

“Let me go.” It comes out in a whimper. “I tried to save you.”

“After you lied to me and tried to kill me,” he says. I feel something warm and thick and smooth, skin-like pressing right against my anus. It’s his thumb. He’s rubbing it there in firm circles.

“Mr. Crash, please. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you everything.” I try being nice and sweet. It’s too little too late.

“I don’t want to be told anything by you. I want to fuck this hole, and I want to take that chip.”

He hates me now. Of course he does. This is going to be more punishment sex, a hate fuck. He’s going to take my ass because I tried to take his life.

“You still don’t know where the chip is!” I gasp the words as his thumb presses inside my ass, probing into the tight channel. The thick ring of muscle grips his digit, but isn’t any match for it.

I’m afraid. I’m afraid this is going to hurt. I’m afraid he’s going to hurt me. More than that, I’m afraid I’m going to like this. Just like I liked it when he whipped me and fucked me. I liked him taking control, even though I hated it.

And I like him now, even though he doesn’t care what I think or what I want, because he was strong and smart enough to find his way out of the labyrinth of death my family constructed just for a man like him. I can’t help but admire his tenacity, even though I’m going to pay the price for it.

His thumb sinks deeper, slides in and then out. My ass is tight, but it submits. Lets him in and then grips him as he pulls away again.

“I don’t know where it is,” he growls. “But you’re going to tell me. Because I’m not going to be done with you until you do.”

He’s a brute.

He will do exactly what he says.

And so, inevitably, will I.

I should tell him now, though I know it won’t make a difference. He’s going to fuck me no matter what. His thumb is pushing in and out of my ass harder and faster and I feel his hot breath as he lowers his head to my bottom, pulls his finger out and laps at my dirty little hole.

There is nothing he won’t do to me. There is no part of me he won’t take.

My pussy is starting to drip. I am aroused and I am more ready than I knew I could be. He laps all the way from my pussy to my ass, he draws the juices of my sex and his own moist tongue against that tight bud and he keeps me in place as he does it, waiting for the thick rod that will soon impale me to my core.

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