Chapter 2

CHAPTER

TWO

EDMUND

About Two Months Ago

Sitting at my desk, I aimlessly scroll through women on a fetish dating app.

What a last desperate fucking resort!

Blonde—pretty, obnoxiously fake tits.

Swipe.

Brunette—fucking stunning, seeking a Daddy.

Swipe.

Brunette—perfect tits, domme.

Ha!

Swipe.

I’ve found a few that are pretty—absolutely gorgeous even—but not one that is into my brand of kink.

While the women Liz procures for me are always willing—or at least subservient enough to take what I give—these women don’t seem like they would fit that same bill.

I’m about to close the app when a text from Grant pops up on the screen.

GRANT

Detective Asshole is on the hunt again.

Fuck, he’s determined to ruin everything.

And ensure we’re all in prison for the rest of our lives.

Party is on.

I need to fuck someone.

To mark someone.

To watch them enjoy my pain.

I got rid of Chloe a few weeks ago, and if I don’t stick my dick in something soon….

Chloe was fun for a few months. Liz always does a good job of finding girls for all of us—an exceptionally hard challenge with our varied interests. But like any girl that had come before, I tired of her. Her appeal dwindled quickly when she lost her enthusiasm for my brand of play. She only stayed around as long as she did because she was a good fuck.

Even if she didn’t love my pain the same way she did the night we met.

I probably should’ve just sent her on her way when I first grew bored with her. Letting her stay gave her the opportunity to learn a bit too much about me and my friends, leaving only one option.

And it wasn’t a hefty check and an NDA.

Being swamped at work since her disposal hasn’t left me time to find another suitable plaything. My new assistant, Aubrey, has been at the top of my list for the past two weeks. Between her long, blonde hair and the Marilyn Monroe curves she carries, I can hardly peel my eyes away from her.

Unfortunately, she is an absolute tease— a relentless fucking flirt —with a body built for sin and a moral compass that seems to prevent her from getting fucked by her boss.

I need to fuck something.

Something that isn’t my fucking hand.

And I must be horny as hell if I’m even thinking about fucking Will to get to Liz.

Let’s just say I may be liable to finally take Liz up on her offer.

WILL

Keep the party on, I don’t want his dick anywhere near me.

A few more texts are shared between us, confirming that we will not be canceling tomorrow night’s festivities.

Thank fucking God.