When her dad’s gone, Emma moves to a new academy for a fresh start, but the town’s BIG FOUR, Rowan, August, Liam and Karl, rule everything. Each dangerous, magnetic, and unpredictable, they pull her into their dark world. But the real danger isn’t them—it’s the secret deal that ties her to a deadly game she was never meant to play.
I scan the dining room table. The twins look five seconds away from being over it. They’re fidgeting and pulling at their suits. They really hate wearing them, and I can’t say I blame them. My focus shifts to where my grandparents sit, and the way our grandfather looks at our grandmother makes my heart…
“Can’t you see we’re fucking busy?” Karl snaps. “Get the fuck out of here!” “No, stay and watch as I carve the last of you from them, and then you’ll finally recognize your place, you gutter troll,” Sam sneers. A combination of pleasure, victory, and menace fills her usually stiff face. I will my feet…
Rage melts away my sadness. All the Loves, Angels, and Doves were as bullshit as the counting and dirty sluts. I feel my pussy clench at the memory of August and Karl taking my virginity or Rowan pushing me to my knees. So many firsts with them. I groan, questioning every moment and interaction over…
Growling, I correct myself. They aren’t mine. They never were. I was just a pawn in their fucking game. Someone to use for payback. Every interaction was a bullshit ploy for revenge. “This is Tobias Bradford, your grandfather,” Dad explains, and it’s my turn to look surprised. I really freaking have a grandfather. It’s not…
Yes. His tongue swirls in my mouth, reigniting my pussy. Reaching for his hand, I push his fingers between my legs. “Give me what I want,” I demand. He pushes two digits inside of me, and I ride until I finally get the orgasm I needed. Fuck knows when I’ll get good dick again. A…
Touching my shoulder, she leans over and kisses my cheek, “No matter what the outcome, you don’t have to face anything alone.” Then, she walks from the bathroom, closing the door behind her, granting me privacy. Looking at what she left, my heart begins to race. Get your shit together and pussy up. Sweat starts…
“No! No fucking way,” Liam barks. Those are my sentiments exactly. Fuck that rusty dusty cunt. “To choose otherwise will ensure Karl Jefferson’s demise,” the voice cuts out and loops back to the beginning. Liam cuts the video, then turns to meet our gazes. Anguish- his eyes fall to the floor, and his shoulder slump.…
Epilogue They underestimated me for far too long. I’ve been patiently waiting for them to see me, but they were going to choose her. I saw the writing on the wall, and I’d be damned if I let all my years of work, and sacrificing my body go to waste. “Did it work?” I take…
“To fulfill the last rite into the Fraternitas, the original male heir must select a bride when they come of age. But five original bloodline male heirs must come together every five generations to choose one wife, ensuring the continuation of a strong original bloodline,” my father begins. He wasn’t originally on board with doing…
Gotcha fucker. He won’t live long enough to make it to the first primary, much less become president. Taking a chance, I peek again, hoping to glimpse something, and I fucking do. “Holy fucking shit,” I mumble. I can’t snap a picture without being caught, but my word will be enough for Liam to start…