He nods once, then averts his eyes again. I want him to know that the money doesn’t buy speedy service-it buys his silence. I take one more look at the valet, making sure he knows. They get the bare minimum of my acknowledgement, and it probably gives them a hard-on. Everyone wants something but fuck them if they think they can get it. Trying to get me to make eye contact, to get the perfect photo. I raise my hand as someone calls my name. And the cop who pulled me over a few hours ago for speeding. The one that worked on the girl at the bar. Paparazzi cameras flash from across the street, and I turn on my brilliant smile. That right there is the only reason she’s here. She practically falls into the passenger seat, her dress shifting to give me-and the valet-an eyeful of her tits. The girl releases me long enough to stumble around the hood of my car. And the wolves… well, they only survived if they were willing to get a little dirty. People are sheep, all too eager to be sacrificed to the wolves. I experienced the world through my father’s view of getting everything he fucking wanted. We floated above the rest of society, and nothing was out of our reach. Invincible.īack when I was a kid, my father and I wore gilded armor.

He toted me around and flashed his smile or his wealth, and doors opened for us. I learned that at the tender age of five from my father, thank you very much. Money and good looks will help people get away with just about anything. The girl on my arm giggles and leans into me. His fingers curl around the wad of bills as he pulls back, and he looks away. The cash slides from my palm into the valet’s. Greyson wanted me to inform you that he does not grovel. Please be aware if you have triggers that are common to dark romance/bully romance, this story checks quite a few of those boxes! (Including: blood/knife play, dubious consent, breath play, consensual non-consent, primal play, and mental/physical/emotional bullying.) To the dark ones who make our fantasies come to lifeīrutal Obsession is my darkest book to date. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.Ĭover photo by Michelle Lancaster (Cover design by Qamber Design

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