Prey, page 1
Copyright © 2023 by Fanny Lee Savage
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead in entirely coincidental.
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Contents
1. Dedication….
2. Content Warning
3. Title
4. Chapter 1
5. Chapter 2
6. Chapter 3
7. Chapter 4
8. Chapter 5
9. Chapter 6
10. Chapter 7
11. Chapter 8
12. Chapter 9
13. Chapter 10
14. Chapter 11
15. Chapter 12
16. Chapter 13
17. Continue...
18. Cast of Characters
19. Note to Readers
About the Author
Also By
Dedication….
For all you good girls (and boys) who crave a night with four masked men…
Content Warning
This is the first book in a six part (including this one) dark romance why-choose series. All the characters are between the ages of 25 and 35.
Within these pages and between the characters, many things happen. This is a dark MMMFFM romance with multiple POV. If that’s not your thing, that's okay, but then this book isn’t for you.
Please note that while I list the warnings for this particular book, the themes will grow darker as the series moves forward. If you can stomach the idea that these characters will endure far more than what’s written (typed) on these pages, then please proceed.
THEMES:
Dark, mafia, friends to lovers, bi-awakening, why-choose
CONTENT:
Detailed graphic sexual content including extremely thorough scenes with two-, three-, and four-person sexual encounters that include things such as choking/breath play, degradation, praise, dom/sub, biting, cream pie cleanup, exhibitionism, and voyeurism.
Bi-Awakening
Violence and weapons
People are un-alived on page
Kidnapping and bondage
Mention of forced sexual situations and violence (not on page)
If you’re still here…
Enjoy.
Title
PREY
THE UNMASKED SERIES #1
Chapter 1
Delilah
Of all the times to forget my wallet, tonight is the worst.
“You don’t need your wallet, Delilah,” Cora says to me, tossing her fiery red hair over her shoulder, and winks at the bartender, slipping him her card. A flirty smile curves her lip as she grazes her fingers over the back of his hand. “Keep the tab open.”
“My entire life is in that wallet,” I tell my friend, a wave of irritation rushing through me that I allowed Cora to drag me here in the first place.
The bartender’s gaze darts to me. Recognition flashes across his face, his eyes widening in fear for a fraction of a second before composing himself. He slides her card back across the black, glossy bar top, smiling with forced enthusiasm. “Drinks are on the house, ladies.”
With a wink, Cora picks up her card and slips it back into the little wristlet strung around her forearm. Turning back to me, she cocks her head to the side, eyebrows going up. “See?” She smirks. “You don’t even need your wallet. Just your face.”
Yeah. Except maybe sometimes I just want not to be recognized. To move through life undetected. Faceless. Nameless. Invisible. Safe from expectations and judgment.
Sometimes, being Rune Gavin’s daughter is more a curse than anything.
Especially when you’re trying to slip quietly through his club.
I ignore my best-friend’s knowing gaze, averting my eyes to scan the busy space. The dimly lit main floor is drenched in a garish blue glow. Long beams of rosy pink laser lights flash overhead, skittering over the shifting bodies crowding the floor, decked in various costumes. Music thumps like a heartbeat, reverberating through my body in time with the lights, making my heart feel like it’s pumping with the same beat.
The club is alive, pulsating with the loud music, filled with people seeking a night of pleasure and mischief. That’s part of why I didn’t want to attend tonight’s event. Too many people and too much…
Everything.
The other reason is probably up in one of the hotel’s rooms, getting his dick sucked by his secretary. Again.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, a strange needling sensation sliding down my arms like someone’s dragging long claws over my flesh. My gaze is drawn to the back of the club where the VIP lounge is located. Several plush couches create U-shaped seating areas and in the center, I catch sight of a skull mask before the press of bodies moving through the club block it from view.
The elbow of the girl next to me hits my lower back and I shift more towards Cora to make space for her to order her drinks, trying not to let her obvious rudeness bother me.
The day, hell, the entire week, has worn on me. Numbers and contracts run through my head, a kaleidoscope of greed. I need to let go of the stressful meeting I was forced to attend this morning with the arrogant man who made me want to spit fire in his direction. When I close my eyes, I can still see his sunglasses looking back at me from the video monitor. The asshole didn’t even have the decency to attend in person, instead connecting via video call.
Cora’s hand lands on my arm, jolting me back. Her eyes slide down to my legs and she quirks a brow. “Besides, where would you even put your wallet?” she asks, leaning forward to grab our drinks as the bartender slides them over. “You’re not wearing any pants, Delly-belly. “
“My wallet has a strap like yours,” I remind her, rolling my eyes at her nickname for me and carefully take my drink, the dark liquid spilling over the top as the girl behind me jostles me yet again.
My teeth gnash together as the girl’s elbow digs into my back. I bite back an angry retort and force my way through the people gathered around the bar. Cora grabs my shoulder from behind and I lead us away from the bar and further into the club. We are forced to stop when the buckle of a man’s long leather jacket catches on my fishnets and we have to stop to untangle ourselves before we move forward.
Cora better thank me later. But I’d do anything for her, and she knows it. Including come to my father’s club when it’s the last place I want to be.
Glancing up to the upper level, my shoulders sag. People lean over the railing, peering down at the dance floor, taking up nearly every inch of space. We’re definitely not going up there. I survey the large club, my sights settling for a moment on the back where I know we could easily get a spot in the VIP lounge. Flashing a pretty smile at a bouncer would secure us a place for people watching.
No. That’s one thing I hate doing. Using Rune’s power to get what I want.
We stop next to a group of young women who look barely old enough to be here, much less shooting back the rows of shots lined up on the table before them. I look down at my costume, wondering if I made a wrong choice tonight. The girls next to us all match, wearing skimpy Playboy bunny outfits, bunny ears, and flashy heels. Frowning, I skim my free hand over my ass, regretting my costume choice.
Cora convinced me to dress up and come to this costume party, even though I really wanted to spend tonight tucked in my bed with a pint of ice cream and a sappy Netflix movie, continuing to lick my wounds. But no. According to my best friend, I’m too young to act this old.
I say I’m too young to have been married, cheated on, and divorced, but such is life.
“Fuck it,” Cora says loudly, holding up her drink for a toast. “Tonight is for fun and debauchery!”
A wave of intense excitement, tangled with a dark nervousness, twists in my gut. I want to enjoy the night, the temptation to say, “fuck it,” nearly consuming, but...
But nothing. For years I’ve told myself I’m going to let loose. Be more like Cora. Not let my father rule every decision I make. Tonight is as good as any. I raise my glass with a determined smile, clinking our drinks together. “Fuck it.”
We both down our drinks and I wince at the strong liquor as it burns a hot path down my throat and settles in my belly.
“God, girl, you look so hot.” Cora leans in, her eyes sparkling as she takes in my black fishnet stockings and knee-high boots. “Sexy little Catwoman.”
I glance down at my outfit. She wanted to dress as villains, so I opted for Catwoman since that’s the only costume I could come up with that didn’t require me leaving my condo to purchase anything new on such short notice, apart from my mask with cat ears I saw in a boutique yesterday. I had found the black stretchy bodysuit in my closet from my sexy witch costume years ago, and decided it would have to do. What seemed like a good idea an hour ago now has me pants-less in a crowded club. And without my wallet, because I forgot the damn thing when Cora rushed me out of my house. I only have my phone tucked in my bra for safekeeping thanks to the fact I was holding it when she shoved me out the door and into the taxi.
Shooting her a scowl, I brush my wild locks from my face as I take in her outfit. I left my hair loose, the black waves falling down my back. Besides the black winged
My eyes drift back to the young girls, the group laughing and throwing back shots. They aren’t wearing pants either.
Fuck it, right? It is, after all, Halloween. The one night a year where pants at social events are optional.
“Damn, girl,” a male voice says behind us, making both Cora and I turn at the same time.
Freddy Kruger, red striped sweater and all, stands holding a drink, the loose-fitting mask obscuring his face. The guy is disregarding the club’s ban on full face masks. Hell, half of those in attendance aren’t abiding by the club rule. I’ve seen several Jason masks and one Michael Myers since we arrived.
“That ass is delicious,” Freddy says, and I instinctively place my drink-free hand on my rear end.
“Thanks.” Cora flashes him a smile, her gaze flickering down his tall frame and back up to his masked face. The black eyes give me a creepy feeling, as if they are focused solely on me. “Her tits are amazing, too.”
The second I see her flirty eyes and her classic lip bite, dread pools in my belly. We made a deal before we even stepped foot in this place that we’d leave together. No splitting up. No going home with strange men. Yet, the very first man to talk to us and she’s ready to strip her shiny green leotard off and sit on this guy’s lap.
“So I see,” Freddy says, making my skin crawl.
She gestures to his mask. “You want to play a game?”
Freddy gives a light shrug. “Sure.”
Cora cocks a brow, sipping her drink. “Don’t you want to know what the game is before you agree to it?”
“What’s the game?” he asks dutifully, pulling his mask away from his face so he can slip the straw of his drink underneath.
A sly smile spreads over her bright red lips. Tucking an unruly curl behind her ear, she leans forward. Freddy leans closer, his mask’s evil smirk and flat eyes locked onto me. Not even shifting to the right helps. They seem to follow me.
“If I guess the color of your eyes, you buy us a drink,” she says.
Freddy leans back on his heels, setting his drink on a nearby table. “And if you’re wrong? What do I get?”
Biting her lip, Cora asks, “What do you want?”
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I set my drink down next to his and cross my arms over my chest, feeling exposed by the way he’s looking at me. I know my tits and ass are hanging out, and usually, I’m a confident person. I have to be even when I’m not, but this guy is giving me the creeps, making me want to cover up and scurry away.
“He wants your number,” I inform her. They always, always ask for a number. My little five-foot-four friend is beautiful.
Then again, Cora’s changed this game tonight. She usually says we’ll guess his name, which seems to stack the odds against us, but the point of the game is to get it wrong, so she’s forced to give him her number.
“Maybe I want yours,” Freddy says, scooting in closer to me, filling my nose with the sweet smell of cheap cologne. His head shifts slightly toward Cora. “Maybe I want both of yours.”
Cora lets out a loud laugh. “Kinky, Kruger. I like it.”
“How about, instead of your number…” Freddy tilts his head side to side like he’s thinking and I’m bored with this conversation already. “If you guess wrong, I get a kiss from both of you.”
Oh, now that’s a new one.
“Bold.” Cora gestures at his mask. “You’re assuming we’d want to kiss the face hidden under there?”
“Actually,” a deep masculine voice says from my right, making me jolt sideways. My arms drop, but I keep one hand pressed over my thumping heart as I turn to see who snuck up on me.
My eyes land on a wall of muscle. Lots of muscles. A large hulking figure stands next to me. His broad chest is wrapped in a tight black long sleeve shirt, straining against bulging biceps crossed over his chest, his gloved hands gripping thick forearms. My gaze dips to a pair of black fatigues, hugging massive thighs, the pants hem tucked into black combat boots. I tilt my head and step backward to take him all in.
When my eyes meet his, my mouth goes dry.
Chapter 2
Delilah
Only his eerily pale eyes are visible, surrounded by dark skin, shadowed by heavy black brows, and framed with long black eyelashes. His eyes may be blue, but it’s hard to tell with how dark the club is, making them seem colorless like ice. The rest of his face is hidden behind a skull ski mask covering his entire head, gathering loosely around his neck, leaving cutouts for his striking eyes. He’s so tall that I take another step back to see him fully, snapping my jaw closed. He’s dressed like a video game character on a reconnaissance mission to save the world.
“This game is over,” he says, those pale eyes on Freddy, a dangerous glint sparking in them.
“Why don’t you fuck off, buddy?” Freddy crosses his arms over this chest. Even though he’s just as tall as Recon, he’s nowhere near as big, so getting mouthy seems like a bad idea on his part.
Before I can blink, Recon’s arm shoots out, and he grips Freddy by the neck with a massive gloved hand. “How about you leave these girls alone?” he growls. “Buddy.”
“Shit man,” Freddy gasps. “No need to get nuts. We’re just having some fun.”
Freddy grips the massive hand around his neck, trying to break free, but Recon shakes him as he drags him closer.
“Was that your plan?” Recon asks with such menace in his voice, the words scraping across my skin, each syllable running a chill down my arms. “Have some fun with these girls?”
Freddy opens his mouth to respond, but Recon’s gloved hand clamps down like a vice, trapping the words in his throat.
“I recognize men like you.” Recon’s eyes blaze with fury as he leans in close to Freddy, emphasizing each word until they feel like a physical threat. “You’re a fucking predator.”
“Hey, Recon.” I step closer, placing a hand on his arm, desperation flooding me. My eyes sweeps the club, looking for one of the club's bouncers, or worse, one of my father's guards, and I send a silent prayer that no one’s paying attention. The last thing I want is Rune alerted that I’m in the club causing problems. “I appreciate your overly aggressive protection, but you can let him go.”
His angry, light eyes travel down, locking onto the hand I’ve positioned on his bicep. I squeeze it a bit to emphasize my words, feeling the unmistakable raw power he emanates under my palm.
Recon’s grip loosens, and he shoves Freddy back, sending him stumbling into the table with the Bunny’s. Freddy grunts as his back hits the table and the girl’s all cry out, pushing him away as they try to save their spilled drinks.
“Fuckin’ whatever, man,” Freddy says, tugging at his shirt and adjusting his mask. He gestures to me. “You can have that ass. It’s not worth it.”
“Oh, it’s worth it,” Recon snaps. He turns slightly and points behind him. We all step sideways to look around his massive bulk. In the dim VIP area of the club, a man wearing a similar recon costume sits with two others in matching uniforms, their skull masks illuminated under the blue light, gashes of pink neon flashing across them. “But it belongs to him.”
“Excuse me?” I hiss, my eyes widening as I rip my gaze from the men sitting on the plush couches, to glare at Recon as Freddy slinks away.
Cora lets out a strangled sound. I glance at her, but she’s watching the three men in the VIP lounge like they’re the only ones left in the entire club.
“Reaper told me to escort you to him.” Recon extends an arm in a silent command, telling me to lead the way. “Now.”
“Is that so?” I lift a brow, my eyes gravitating back to the three.
The one in the middle looks bigger than the two men at his sides, but it may just be the way he’s sitting. Legs spread out carelessly, arms thrown over the back of the couch. He seems to consume the air in the room, leaving nothing for the rest of us. A giant god among mere mortals, commanding attention, and we’re all revolving around him, here to please him.
