All Chapters of PREYS OF THE BAD BOYS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DAMIENMy blood boiled with rage as I stared at the group of guys that just entered the party. Fucking Aiden and his guys. My fingers tightened around the cup in my hand before I drank the content in a go and I started making my way towards them."I think you should chill," a hand suddenly appeared in front of me, stopping my movement, "it's a party," my friend Sam continued, "they can attend the party because it's not ours.""No, they can't," I spat out angrily, "this party is being held in our territory, bastards from the Brotherhood are not welcomed here and I'm not going to stay back and allow them just waltz into this party.""One would think that from years of interacting with civilized people, you'd have learned a thing or two about manners and interacting with humans but it seemed like we thought wrong."That bastard Aiden was suddenly in my face, a smug and unbothered expression on his face as he spat out those words that made me lunge for an

SCARLETTI didn’t want to go. I thought about what would happen if I didn’t, I thought of what would happen if he should reveal the contents of the journal to everyone. I thought of telling Aiden and asking for his help in catching whoever was blackmailing me with my journal but that’d mean my brother knew that dark side about me and I didn’t…It’d kill me to have him know that about me. He has always seen me as his princess, as a sheltered princess who loves sunsets and parks and candies, he didn’t have to know that I was messed up in the head. That I was so screwed up that the only thing that gets me was fantasizing about having deranged and wicked things done to me in the name of sex. So here I was, ringing the doorbell of the address that Psycho had given me. I had no idea what I was walking into, I had no idea who he was… I was aware of the stakes and danger here. He could be a psycho, he could hurt me greatly, he could kill me…The door opened and my hand instinctively tighte

SCARLETTIf someone had asked me at the beginning of the day how I’d be spending my night, being tied up to a bad post, stripped naked and blindfolded wouldn’t have crossed my mind one bit.But here I was in the exact position, naked like the day I was born and bound up to the bed with my legs spread wide apart on the bed of a complete strangers like slut, my core in direct eye contact with him.As a mafia princess, and as a lady there were so many things wrong with me being this way. It was extremely degrading being in this position. This was the worst scenario anyone could find me in.And what’s worse, I was utterly turned on by it, my center dripping with nectar and my clit pulsating with need.He could see all of it.I hated that I was turned on, hated how my body was reacting to all this.Hated how much I wanted this.And God! I wanted it so much.I was still quivering from the soul-crushing orgasm I just experienced by his finger, just his fingers. Even my fingers couldn’t give

DAMIENThe thumping bass reverberated through the walls of the nightclub, drowning out the loud laughter and clinking glasses of Sam and the rest of the guys.I wasn’t with them. I was in the secluded confines of my executive lounge, lost in a world of my own.The girl— I can’t even remember her name— knelt before me, her head bobbing up and down as she tirelessly worked my dick with her mouth, trying to pleasure me. Her movements were rhythmic, almost mechanical, and as much as I tried to, I couldn't seem to lose myself in the moment.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Scarlett Castle, the girl’s eager face morphing into hers.I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if it were Scarlett kneeling between my thighs, her soft lips wrapping around my dick and working me with a hunger that matched my own.Fuck! I groaned out.The girl moaned against my hard member, thinking she was the reason for my response. I ignored her, allowing my mind to wander back to Scarlett.My

SCARLETTI tossed and turned in my bed, completely restless.The sheets tangled around my limbs as I tried in vain to find a comfortable position. Sleep eluded me, my mind consumed by thoughts of the stranger and the electrifying moment we shared. Each time I closed my eyes, his touch haunted me, igniting a fire within me that refused to be extinguished no matter how much I tried.As I laid there, my body thrummed with so much need and anticipation, memories of our time together flooded my mind like a relentless wave. I could hear his voice, low and husky, whispering words of desire that sent shivers down my spine."You like that, don't you?"His voice echoed in my mind, sending a delicious thrill coursing through me."You're so wet for me, baby. I can feel how much you want it."My cheeks flushed at the memory of his words, the heat of his breath against my ear as he whispered promises of a mind-blowing and toe-curling pleasure. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, intense and