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He’s at the top of the world.
He’s rich, sought after, and in control.
And he’s bored.
A string of one-night stands have left Samul Charming increasingly dissatisfied. When his mother pushes him to settle down, his best friends come up with a brilliant plan:
Audition the submissives at The Kingdom.
The problem is, Charm knows who he wants: the only girl to challenge him, while submitting as naturally as breathing.
But he can’t have her.
With the entire club watching and his parents expecting him to marry soon, Charm decides to settle.
But love in the Kingdom is never simple and it is never painless.
And Charm is about to be reminded of that.
WICKED BEAST (Coming February 20)
WICKED WOLF (Coming February 27)
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WICKED CHARMING – EXCERPT
The club is alive with noise. It’s a Saturday night. In one corner, Hunter is sitting with Scarlet in his lap, scowling at the world while Wolf gets a blowjob from a submissive that looks like his brother.
I think I saw Beast here, somewhere, but I’m not in the mood to find him.
Instead, I sit in my chair, in the center of it all, up on the ridiculous dais that Mal has always used to separate us adequately from the rest, and I glare.
It’s Saturday night, I’m surrounded by more beauty and sensual deviance than I actually know what to do with, and I’m in fucking bored.
I drum my fingers on the arm of my chair, slouching a little deeper, and consider the fact that this is a recurring thing.
It might be time to tell Mal I want the weekends off.
I blink and look up. A submissive is standing a few feet from my dais, his head lowered respectfully.
He’s blonde and his body is like something out of a damn dream, it’s so perfect. There’s smooth skin for miles, muscles that ripple when he fucking breathes, and legs that would look damn good wrapped around my waist while I fucked him.
He’s so pretty it’s almost funny, and even if he won’t look at me, he’s ballsy—he approached me.
Most subs won’t do that.
“What can I do for you?”
He sinks to his knees in one fluid move that’s almost impressive. I wonder if Beast trained him—his submissives are always a little too good, too polished, and somehow still too damn bratty. I grin.