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CHAPTERONE
EDMUND
Noting the time, I close the lid of my laptop and throw on my suit jacket. The lights flicker on automatically as I step into the garage. My fingers linger over the sets of keys neatly hung by the door, before settling on the Bentley Bacalar. Pushing the ignition, I pull from the garage the moment the door rises.
Being late for Inauguration Night would be in poor taste.
Forgoing posted speed limits through town, I make my way toward the sprawling estates located along the wooded outskirts. I travel the dark, desolate, winding roads at excessive speeds, only slowing when I approach the destination. Stopping before a tall, ornate iron gate I pull my access card from the breast pocket of my jacket and swipe it over the sensor of the modified call box.
I shift the car back into drive as the large gate swings slowly open to provide me entry. Pulling through, I pause to ensure they close behind me. Once I am satisfied, my foot stomps on the accelerator and I swiftly make my way up the long, tree-line private road.
Passing through the trees and into the massive clearing, I turn onto the half circle driveway before pulling to a stop. Noting the cars beside me, I am quite certain that Grant, Will and Liz are already inside with The Kid.
Stepping from the car, I walk toward the elaborate estate. From the outside it looks like any of the other well-concealed, multi-million-dollar homes surrounding Adelaide Cove, but inside it’s our playground.
As early as my teen years, I learned that my sexual interests were not…vanilla.
Bending the head cheerleader over a balcony? Snooze.
Knowing her jock boyfriend was just below us as I slid my cock into her? Boring.
Digging my fingers into her hips deep enough for blood to pool beneath my nails and fucking her so hard she struggled not to squeal? Better…
Exploring my desires, I was repeatedly labeled as savage, dark, depraved...
Sadistic.
None of which are lies.
There isn’t exactly an abundance of women willing to toy with the possibility of death just to please their partner. And that is how I wound up here—at the home of the Savagely Depraved.
As we like to call it.
Taking the stairs to the front entrance door, it opens for me when I reach the landing. Beside the door stands a well-dressed man holding a tray containing my drink—a Classic Manhattan with an orange twist. Silently, he dips his head while extending the tray in my direction.
Drink in hand, the sound of my leather-soled shoes on the marble floor echoes throughout the grand foyer as I make my way to the study at the rear of the home. Sitting around the room are the others—Grant, Liz, Will, and The Kid.
Who eventually I’ll probably need to stop calling The Kid.
Like me, they all harbor a darkness they aren’t willing to pretend doesn’t exist just because it doesn’t meet societal expectations of what is considered a ‘normal’ sexual proclivity.
Grant, the IT security expert, who could probably wipe the Queen of England from digital existence if he so pleased. A skill that comes in handy when you like to ensure your woman of choice is tied up at your beck-and-call twenty four seven. Literally tied up and available.
William, the mysterious billionaire without a past – or at least not one that most people will ever know of. As one of the few with some insight as to his life before Adelaide Cove, it makes sense that the man enjoys a good hunt on the property on occasion.
His gorgeous girlfriend, Elizabeth, who I playfully refer to as the gold-digging whore. She, herself, will admit that she didn’t exactly marry her late husband, Benedict, for love. This gorgeous woman is our queen—more correctly, our cuckquean. She is also our madam, and procurer of women more than eager to allow us to indulge in our fantasies—for a price.
And lastly, The Kid, Samuel—a recently retired NFL player, who doesn’t always require that his women to be willing participants when tending to his needs. In lieu of a screaming partner, he’ll take the look of terror that comes with asphyxiation.
But who wouldn’t?
Taking a seat next to Liz, I throw my arm around her shoulder and place a kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear, “You look fucking stunning tonight.”
CHAPTERTWO
ELIZABETH
“We’ve talked about this, Eddie,” my voice soft and sultry as I lean into him and use the nickname I know he hates. “I have no interested in being one of your little whipping posts for the night. The only way your cock is going anywhere near me is if you give me the extreme pleasure of watching you and Will first.”
