Caught Up (Into Darkness Trilogy)

by Navessa Allen

Just once, I wished someone else would make a goddamn decision so I didn’t have to think so fucking much all the time.

The scent of him filled my nose, and despite myself, I dragged in a deep breath just to get another hit of it. If hell had orgies, his cologne was what they smelled like: dark, smoky, with a seductive hint of spiced musk and the subtle tang of sadism.

These people already thought the worst of me; it wasn’t like tasing a man in a church would make much of a difference.

I turned my head just enough to side-eye him. Black boots. Black pants. Black button-down. Paired with the black half mask and tattoos, he looked like exactly what he was: an obvious sex demon come to claim my horny soul.

I’d immediately broken things off and then signed them up for every newsletter I could find, turning their inbox into a hellscape of spam. Fuck you very much, Marcus.

There was no way she could have known what I’d done. She hadn’t even seen Junior. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She crowed with laughter. “Tell that to the handprint on your neck.”

She was my match, my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her like one if she let me.