Heathens (Heathens Hollow, #1)

by Alta Hensley

Here’s to the Heathens in each one of us. We can try to run from the darkness, or we can face it and invite the dark to come and play.

The Vault was a sanctuary for those who lived on the fringes of society, those who pushed past the boundaries of the norm. It was a place where they could live out every fantasy and feed every hunger.

Once you agreed, you put up the red light bulb on your porch. This was your one, and only one, time to consent. Once you turned the light on, there was no backing out. The hunt was on.

“I need you to understand that I will always keep you safe. Nothing will happen to you while I’m around, do you understand?”

She was mine now. She had to be. I was never letting her go.

“Because after tonight, you’ll never fuck another man again. Never again.” He then spanked my ass harder than he had before. So hard that I cried out as I gripped the cushion of the couch. “And if you ever break a promise to me again, and do something so fucking foolish again,” he spanked me even harder, his broad palm sparking fire on the flesh of my ass, “I’ll take a belt to you again.”

“It is. Does that bother you? Regrets?” “Not at all. You?” I asked. “I have enough regrets in life,” he said. “You will never be one of them.”