Book 1
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When I was twenty-eight years old, I wrote my own winning lottery ticket. A simple idea thrust me onto the fast track to wealth, and into a world I had only ever dreamed about. I submerged myself in the unfamiliar, a life that seemed all too alluring…until it lost its appeal.
I made my fortune, built my castle, and then exiled myself within its comforts once reality set in.
Far too late, I discovered I was drowning in a sea of hungry sharks. Given the choice to sink or swim, I chose the latter…and it cost me everything.
Devin McIntyre, the most dangerous shark of them all, was the last nail in my naïve coffin. His beautiful smile and amazing cock tainted me in ways I could have never imagined.
I craved him. I needed him. I loved him.
Miserable with the outcome of my prosperity, I set out to change what disgusted me most—the first decision being to rid myself of Devin. Little did I know that taking that first step would make me a slave to a man far more tempting…or that my addiction to Devin would threaten to ruin it all.
“We have created a manic world nauseous with the pursuit of material wealth. Many also bear their cross of imagined deprivation, while their fellow human beings remain paralyzed by real poverty. We drown in the thick sweetness of our sensual excess, and our shameless opulence, while our discontent souls suffocate in the arid wasteland of spiritual deprivation.”
? Anthon St. Maarten
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“Fucking ride it,” he ordered, digging his fingers into my hips. I took in his lusty gaze as he eyed my bouncing chest. His wavy, dark brown hair glistened from his exertion, sweat trickling down the front of his tuxedo shirt. His dilated pupils were a far cry from the dark blue depths that normally mirrored a stormy deep sea. He licked his full bottom lip as he thrust up hard, making me scream out. “This is what you wanted,” he chided as he battered me with his cock, pounding it in from underneath me as I whimpered through the intensity of his thrusts. He made use of the leather chair he sat on, using the firm cushion to piston his hips upward and bury his length inside of me. He was beyond a skilled lover, and when Devin wanted to punish you, you damn sure knew it.
Feeling him on the brink, I moaned in protest as he pulled out quickly and ordered me to my knees. “Suck me off.”
Kneeling in front of him, I looked up to see him eye me expectantly. Without waiting for me to fully open my mouth, he pushed to the back of my throat as he came in hot spurts, and I choked it down willingly. “So fucking dirty,” he murmured, massaging up and down my throat with his fingertips as his pumping slowed. He pulled out, rubbing the last drop over my lips.
“Every drop,” he demanded, pushing his tip slightly inside my mouth, forcing me to take the last of it in. “Nothing better than you, Nina,” he whispered sweetly, though the words were anything but. The truth was, I hated this beautiful man. I hated that I wanted him so desperately. At one time, he’d meant everything to me. Now I longed for the day I could break free, but I craved him like a drug.
I fed his need for dominance; he fed my inner whore.
I pulled up my dress that was now wrinkled from the burden of my knees and looked him over. As usual, he withdrew without a second thought, completely apathetic. This was sex for him, a fix for me. I didn’t ask him for more, and he had no intention of giving it. I was a game he had played and won, and I knew it. It had been over months ago when I caught him fucking his wife. That’s right, his wife.
He fixed his jacket and ran his hands through his hair, looking flawless as he turned to me with a wicked grin.
“Something on your mind?” I asked, pretending to admire my new eighteen-carat tennis bracelet.
“Why haven’t you moved on?” he asked curiously. I knew secretly that was the last thing he wanted me to do. Though he could not care less about my wellbeing, owning me was still a priority to him. He made sure of it with every heart-stopping orgasm.
I walked up to stand by his side then turned my head as I leaned in. “What makes you think I haven’t? It’s only your cock I crave now, Devin. The sex I still have nostalgia for, and obviously, the feeling is mutual.”
“No longer in love with me?” His smirk made my blood boil, but I had learned to hide it well.
“No longer willing to do more talking than fucking,” I said dryly as I made my way out of the room. The truth was, I wanted to turn around and beg for the man I met to somehow reemerge, but it would have been pointless. The man I met had always been a shark, had always bared his teeth, but had done it so subtly that by the time he had sunk his teeth into me and brought me down to the bottom, it was way too late.
He was the very last nail in my naïve coffin.
Devin was another price I paid for my wealth, another reminder that with each dollar earned a part of my humanity was stripped away from me. I had joined the elite like Devin when I had still believed in the good in people.
Fucking people.
Rejoining the party, I made my way toward Devin’s wife, Eileen, purposefully meeting her eyes as I lifted a flute of champagne off the tray closest to her. She appraised me greedily, her deep hate showing in her eyes. She was perfect in every way: a petite blonde with a tight…everything. I hated her. Not because she belonged to Devin, but because of what she represented. She was the very definition of pretentious.
“Nina, how good of you to come,” she bit out as she eyed me over her tipped glass of Krug, the same champagne I had spit out when Devin introduced it to me. He decided it would be better used to shower me in before fucking me mercilessly.
Good times.
“You have no idea,” I replied with obvious meaning as I brushed past her, leaving her to draw her own conclusion. I couldn’t resist a look over my shoulder and was rewarded as she gaped at me openly. I gave a smug smile and looked behind me to see Devin’s eyes grow cold as he realized our word exchange would cost him the latter part of his evening.