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Chapter9

Quinn

Iread through Wynter’s society application for the tenth time. Finally needing to stretch, I stood from my desk in the office and placed her information in the top drawer before I locked it. Then I pushed up the sleeves of my burgundy long-sleeved T-shirt and flexed my fingers.

Wynter had taken several days to reply to the Black Widow Society invitation and complete the questionnaire on the website.

Wynter had filled out the section of her fantasies, likes, and dislikes in great detail. I didn’t give a shit about her dislikes. I was in this for revenge and to get laid. Hate sex had never looked so damn good, and I planned on taking everything I wanted from her.

Adam’s voice rang in my head.If she won’t fuck you, slip her a roofie and take what you want. You don’t have to ask permission, you’re an Astor.

My skin prickled as I remembered the time when I was eleven, and Adam first started teaching me his twisted views on sex. For years I listened to his warped opinions, believed his every word. I even suggested that one of the guys in the society drug a girl and fuck her. When the other guys stared at me like I’d lost my fucking mind, it finally hit me that these teachings were completely warped and wrong. My hatred for Adam only grew as I thought of all the ways he had manipulated me growing up, and I vowed not to turn out like him. I squared my shoulders and with newfound motivation, I mustered up my courage, determined to never let him hurt me again.

The alarm on my watch beeped, and I removed it and placed it on the stack of rejected applications. It was crazy how many invitations we’d sent out this school year. Crossing the room, I opened the closet door and grabbed the black shirt and slacks I kept there. It was time to see what Wynter Baldwin was made of.

My phone vibrated against the desk with an incoming text. I quickly changed my clothes and tossed my jeans and T-shirt into a chair before I read the message from Anderson.

Wynter is here and in the blue room waiting for you.

My fingers danced across the screen with my reply.

Perfect.

Before I joined her, I rolled my long shirt sleeves to my forearms and reminded myself of who she was and what she was capable of. Being with her wasn’t about the sex. It was about cold-hearted vengeance. She had destroyed me several years ago, and now it was my turn to repay the favor.

Chapter10

Wynter

My insides quivered with giddiness when I circled the room to take in the small space. A single chair and table were tucked away in one corner, and I hurriedly pursed my lips to hold back a nervous laugh. Shadows loomed on the walls, and a shiver ran down my spine. It was eerily quiet, as if I were alone in a secret lair, waiting for the king to arrive. I tried to shake it off, reminding myself why I was here—hot, yummy sex.

The Black Widow Society invitation had mentioned to leave my bra and panties off, making me hopeful that I would finally get laid. It had been a few weeks since my last job with Dimitri, but it seemed longer. I’d decided to wear a short denim miniskirt and lilac top with buttons down the front. My outfit provided easy access for sure.

My attention drifted to Dimitri and the good times we’d had working together. I wondered if whoever had invited me to the society would be as much fun as Dimitri’s guys, or if the men back home could teach him a few things. My mind danced with dirty thoughts and quickly shifted to Quinn.

“Stop thinking about him,” I muttered to myself. “He’s a player.”

The creak of the door opening caused me to jump, and I spun around to see a tall person dressed in black. His hands were large with long fingers—definitely man hands.

“Hello, Wynter Baldwin,” he said, and I realized his voice was disguisedwith a modifier beneath the white skull mask that covered his neck and hid his face.

“Hi.” I chewed on the inside of my cheek, eager to get to the fun part. I had no idea who he was, but the mystery was intriguing as hell. As long as he knew what he was doing in bed, then I really didn’t care.

“Do you know why you received an invitation to the Black Widow Society?”

I clasped my hands in front of me. “No clue. I didn’t even know there was a secret society.”

He walked forward slowly, staring at me. “If you did, it wouldn’t be a secret now, would it?” He circled me, the powerful hunter about to devour his prey. “You’re beautiful.”

That was unexpected. My pulse stuttered from the compliment. “Thank you.”

The masked man closed the gap between us and threaded his fingers through my long hair, wrapping it around his fist. I took advantage of the moment and assessed him. His biceps bulged in his shirt sleeves, and his broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his black button-down shirt. I squinted and leaned into him, his leather and sandalwood scent intoxicating me. My gaze latched onto the red stitching on his dark collar. A dragon?

“Bow.”

I hesitated, and my body tensed as his words drew me to the present again. Even with a voice disguiser, his tone was clipped and harsh. He jerked my hair, forcing my head back, and pain shot through my scalp as he pushed me to my knees.

“Let’s make something clear, Wynter. You’re here to serveme. Do you understand?”

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