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562 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 14, 2025
Burnt whiskey. Warm leather. Steel left to cool in the dark.
Refined cologne. Crushed berries. Cold smoke.
Pine. Honey. Warm bread on a cold morning.
His scent hits me like an uppercut: cinnamon, ozone, and the spark before a thunderstorm.
I nod like someone who gives half a damn about internationally trafficked houseplants and lift my camera again.
“And the name’s Lexi, not ‘token background extra.’”
Tall, ancient trees line the road, their trunks thick as egos at a billionaire convention.
The gates appear out of nowhere, rising from the mist like they’re powered by generational trauma. They don’t creak. They just… part. Obedient. Submissive.
Daddy Dom Dracula himself
omnipotent hallway cryptid
“I fucked my hand all night last night, thinking of you,” he says.
Honestly? Same.
“I felt you,” he murmurs. “I’ve felt you for days. I just didn’t know how much I needed it.”
Oh wow - feelings and dick? We’re thriving.
Kai Reed is not subtle. He’s a spark thrown onto silk; a chaos demon with the shoulders of a Greek statue and the moral restraint of a wolf raised in a frat house.
“I take her seriously,” Kai says, jerking his thumb at me. “Everything else is optional.”