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Copyright © 2020 by Khardine Gray
Thrill Me – Dark Odyssey Book 3 Copyright © 2020 by Khardine Gray
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The author asserts that all characters and situations depicted in this work of fiction are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person.
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations.
It is intended for mature readers. All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.
Prologue
Salvatore
I can tellanybody now that no one would believe me if I said the beautiful woman lying next to me in my bed fell asleep naked because July in Chicago is the hottest month of the year. Stifling and suffocating. You want to take off your fucking skin it’s so hot.
Know what’s hotter? The woman lying next to me who’s supposed to be my‘friend’.
Her name is Maria Cipriani, but we’ve been calling her Mimi for a lifetime. It was me who gave her that name. It suited her little pixie, fairylike features.
Now that little fairy looks like she just stepped out of a wild erotic fantasy. The kind that would leave a badass mobster like me begging for more.
The kind ofwildfantasy that people come to live out at The Dark Odyssey, my sex club.
The woman lying next to me looks exactly like a wild, dark fantasy come to life, but… we’re supposed to befriends.
Friends…
Right.Fuck, fucking hell.
I try to remind myself on the regular that we’re calling it that … we haven’t said we were calling it –us—that, but it’s implied and we say the wordfrienda lot.
More so for the last year.
One year of this…Jesus H.
Friends.
And no, I’m not telling myself that we’re friends because I’m in denial. I’m a long way from denial and so is she. We both know this is a game we’re playing.
I roam over her perfect body as she turns onto her back. Her ass brushes over my already rock hard dick, making it harder, and now that my gaze is on her massive tits that look like sunkissed melons with rose bud tips I’m not sure what the fuck I’m meant to do.
Or…
Which kind of day this is meant to be.
