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.”

Your coming out is messing with my head. I don’t mean to make this about me; I’m obviously happy for you. I want everyone to be who they want to be. So I only ask for patience from the man I grew up idolizing. I had the biggest fucking crush on you for years. I bought my first suit for an interview with you in mind. I cleaned up my language to be more like you. I watched from the sidelines how you turned a small company into a successful corporation. I envied my aunt for being able to call you husband. I compared boyfriends to you. And now you’re suddenly gay. It’s going to take me a minute to process. Don’t respond to this. In fact, I’m muting my phone. I wanted to get this off my chest, and now I have. Let’s never speak of it again. Goodnight.

“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.”

“Look at you,” he murmured. “The man I looked up to for so long… Turns out, you’re nothing but a pathetic cockslut.”

“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.

I’ll let you in on a little secret, Uncle Franklin.” He kissed me softly. “I’m gonna own every part of you one day. I’m gonna take everything.”

“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.”

I want a loving relationship based on trust and honesty, just like the next guy. I want dinners and lazy mornings in bed and chores and hitting the gym before work. I want you, Franklin. I want all this with you, and you let me know when you’re ready.”

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