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The secret is out: I’m the prophesied scourge, and according to the Legacy Council, my quintet and I must be hunted down and destroyed immediately. With the size of the bounty they’ve put on our heads, there’s no telling who we can trust. Going on the run feels cowardly, but it’s necessary. We need time to regroup so I can move on to the next step of my plan to free the humans trapped in the Nether. We also have to figure out how I’m being mysteriously bound to each of my matches. It should be impossible, yet the more we bond against all odds, the more powerful I feel.

Wrenly Morgan. Her name tasted like forbidden fruit on my tongue. I didn’t know where she came from, and I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting closer to her by any means necessary. I watched her movements from the cage. She was a vision in a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Raven hair spilled over her shoulders as she moved toward her seat in the front row. When I saw her, I couldn’t look away or resist her magnetic pull. I was ensnared, a fly caught in her web.

I was his even before he hunted me down. When Wilder Blackwell bent me over the railing of his private balcony and made me scream his name into the night, I thought he was just the ruthlessly sexy billionaire who already claimed me in the back of his limo. Not the stalker who would kill any man who touches me. Or the brute who hunted me down and spanked my bare ass as I writhed and begged. But by the time he carried me off, I knew he was all three. And that just made me come harder for him.

He was the darkness to my light, a twisted forbidden fruit. Stalker. Sinner. Dominator. He created reality from dark and sensual nightmares. Yet I craved them. And I hungered for him. Xander Blackwell was all things dangerous and possessive, requiring me to surrender. Demanding I submit to every brutal command. While the passion was savagely intense, his discipline without remorse, his touch and uncontrollable sadistic desire peeled away every layer, exposing the wanton and subversive woman within.

When Zachariah Blackwell caught me sneaking into his office to spy on the Obsidian Society, the brutal bastard bent me over his desk and belted my ass before claiming it even more roughly. Then my billionaire boss—the same man I've seen break another man's arm for daring to put his hands on me—told me he was in my house last night. Watching me writhe and moan in my sleep. Hearing me whisper his name as I slid my fingers beneath my panties. Knowing he was ripping my clothes off and ravaging me in my dreams.

Jamie didn’t go looking for the perfect dom, but during one, wild weekend that was supposed to be a rest before the storm of the new school year, the perfect, newbie dom found him. He’s never connected with a play partner like that before, and once the weekend is over, his deepest wish is to find him again and build something true and real outside of the scene.

When the picture-perfect wife of a prominent local businessman decides to let loose of her inhibitions, she begins a journey into the darker art of romance and sexual gratification. She yearns to explore, yet fears the loss of her vanilla world, for once seen, it can never be unseen. But not every kinkster is a good soul, and she learns the hard way that trust can be misplaced, the mind can be twisted, and those that seek the darker passions may have their own psychotic agendas.