Hostile Takeover (The Game, #8)

by Cara Dee

I let my brain drown in the sheer chaos of finding out that my aunt was getting a divorce from the love of my life. And he was suddenly gay?

“Because from where I’m standing, you might be happier in DC where you could possibly pursue someone who’s apparently gay.”

I, personally, loved the discreet encounters where I was Kingsley and Tate’s humiliation whore, but that was another story.

Kingsley said he got off on the contrasts of a man who looked like he owned the world but submitted like a cock-hungry whore. I was that cock-hungry whore.

And Tate was…pure filth. A sadistic little Dominant who called me Daddy before rubbing my face in my own come.

He smirked faintly and handed me the wine list. “I’ll be here for as long as it takes.”

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about using you, Uncle Franklin. To wake up next to you and just go with whatever fuckhole I want.”

“Use me.” I cupped the back of his neck and kissed his jaw. “Take whatever you want from me.” He drew a deep breath and slid a hand to my throat. “What if I take too much?” So be it.

“Night, slut.”

“You will be mine.” His low tone sounded both like a threat and a promise. “You will belong to me. Whether I rent out your asshole to kinky friends or we have a quiet night in, you’ll never doubt who your Owner is.” My God.

“Kinda hard to muster any energy to take care of yourself when you’re not happy.”

“I know a thing or two about takeovers, my beautiful whore.”