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When he’s fully spent, he sits up and begins untying my legs. I’m just as breathless as he is, and all I did was lie there and take it. He helps me into a sitting position and unties my wrists. My shoulders are going to ache for the next few days, but it’s so worth it.

With my arms and legs finally free, I flop back on the bed and smile. “That was incredible,” I say on an out breath. “I’m almost sad it’s over. Could you hand me my clothes? I don’t think I can walk.”

Instead of gathering my things, he drops beside me on the bed. “Over? The night is still young, pet, and we have miles to go before we sleep.”

Chapter Eight

Kindra

Six. That’s the number of times I came before I hobbled back to mine and Cat’s room at three a.m. She’d been fast asleep as I crawled beneath the covers and slid into a dreamless sleep, and I was glad for it. After such an amazing night, I didn’t want it spoiled by mindless conversation.

Not that I had much mind left to contribute by the time Ezra finished with me.

Now it’s seven in the morning, and I’m exhausted as I trudge to the bathroom to shower before heading off for our flight to the island. My shoulders feel like they’ve been beaten with a hammer, but the ropes left no marks on my wrists. With the way I was squirming, I’m surprised I didn’t saw them clean off.

As for my hips, legs, and pussy, I don’t think I’ll ever walk normally again.

“Morning, sunshine,” Cat says as I step out of the bathroom. “I brought up some breakfast from the lobby. For a resort, they didn’t have much to choose from.”

Her bright demeanor so early in the day would normally grate my nerves raw, but the multiple orgasms from the previous night have left my tolerance much improved.

“Thanks,” I say as I towel off my hair. I dress in something comfortable for the plane ride—another tank-top-and-shorts ensemble, no belt—and sit on the edge of the bed.

Cat grabs her laptop and sits beside me. “I received a link to a video from the Sinners Retreat last night, but you were still out, so I haven’t watched it yet. I figured we could watch it together.”

“What kind of video?”

She shrugs and opens the laptop. “I dunno. Probably some kind of orientation.”

After clicking a link, a pink-and-orange logo fills the screen and a male voice comes through the speakers.

“In a few short hours, you’ll be on Devil’s Horn Island, home of the Sinners Retreat.”

The image fades to black, then fades back in on a wide shot of a large island set in the middle of the ocean. The images look like they were shot with a camera from the seventies. Even the music sounds like something from a bygone era.

“While on our island, please observe a few simple rules. First, keep your kills confined to activity events. We have several to choose from.”

Short clips flash across the screen. In one, a couple rides a pair of horses down the beach at sunset. As they break into a canter and move away from the camera, we can see the ropes attached to each horse. Two bodies bounce along behind them, leaving a trail of blood to be washed away by the incoming waves.

In another shot, a group of people laugh as they mill about a kitchen. The camera zooms in on a blender, which holds a severed hand and what appears to be a few organs. Maybe a liverand some kidneys, based on the coloring. The blender whirs to life, and the body parts turn to mush.

“I am not partaking in the cooking class,” Cat says.

“Now there’s something we can agree on.”

I lean forward and watch as the video continues.

“For the safety and privacy of our guests, we do not allow any photography or videography on the island. All guests must consent to have their devices wiped clean of all images before departing our little slice of heaven.”

After an image of a camera with a large red X over it, the shot showcases a large mansion set within a jungle.

“We look forward to seeing you at the welcome dinner. And remember, we’re all sinners here.”

The camera backs away and rises, revealing a group of people on the beach, who all smile and wave as the shot fades to black.

“Well, that’s three minutes of my life I’ll never get back.” I stand and move to the sink to begin packing away my toiletries.

Cat does the same, and we’re ready to leave when our car arrives out front a few minutes later. I grab the small bag of breakfast Cat chose for me and peek inside. A dry muffin stares back at me. It’s a good thing I’m not very hungry. After last night, I don’t think I’ll crave anything other than Ezra for a while.

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