Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
I woke up in a hospital with no memory of my name, my past, or the darkness that haunts my every step.
Then a new friend introduced me to Carnal, an exclusive club where secrets are currency, and fantasies come with a price. When I agreed to auction off my vrginity, it seemed like the perfect solution to rebuild my life. A one-night transaction for the chance to start fresh.
But I didn’t expect him.
Domhnall.
He’s cold, calculating, and commands the room with a dangerous allure. One look and I’m a deer caught in the headlights. One touch, and I’m at his mercy. He bought me for a price no one else dared match, and now he’s dragging me into his shadowed world—where the lines between desire and fear blur into a sinister game I can’t escape.
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PLAYLIST
Nobody Mitski
Traitor Olivia Rodrigo
Wicked Game Chris Isaak
Villain Bella Poarch
Arcade Duncan Laurence
Unholy Sam Smith & Kim Petras
Take Me To Church Hozier
Dancing With The Devil Demi Lovato
Forever For Now LP
You Should See Me In A Crown Billie Eilish
Down With The Sickness Disturbed
The Family Jewels Marina
Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me? Taylor Swift
Diagnosis Alanis Morissette
Silent All These Years Tori Amos
Never Felt So Alone Labrinth
Only Love Can Hurt Like This Paloma Faith
Dandelions Ruth B.
ONE
DOMHNALL
I sip my Jameson and look around the room that’s been darkened for ambiance. The event planner did well, and I’m difficult to please.
The gleaming mahogany stage for the auction is the only well-lit spot in the club. They even hung a floor to ceiling burgundy velvet curtain for the virgin and the auctioneer to enter through. The spanking benches and St. Andrew’s Cross have been discreetly pushed off to the side. Instead, plush chairs upholstered in dark red fabric are arranged in an arc in front of the stage.
All a little dramatic, yes, but the rich arseholes in designer suits meandering around and laughing too loudly at each other’s jokes love this shite.
I ought to be playing my part as host. But one perk of being richer than god is getting to be an anti-social bastard.
“What the fuck, Dom?” Caleb says, suddenly appearing at my shoulder. He’s the club’s actual owner, and my self-proclaimed best friend. I’ve told him a thousand time my name’s pronounced Donal, but he insists on shortening it to Dom. Mostly because he says if anyone should be nicknamed Dom it’s me, since I’m such a controlling, sadistic bastard. It caught on and now everyone follows suit, even my sister. “I told you, no drinking tonight. Everyone’s got a goddamn glass in their hand.”
I glance over the rim of my tumbler. “You’re welcome. I didn’t have to organize this little soiree here.”
He rolls his eyes. “Thank you, Dom, for helping me pull off this event and inviting your billionaire friends. Now why the fuck is everybody drinking? I know this isn’t a ring member event, but I thought you told them the rules.”
I scoff even as I finger my platinum-gold ace of spades ring that indicates my top tier membership in Carnal. You have to be a member in good standing for three years to qualify and be able to afford the fees. Then it provides entry to the darker, kinkiest events that require the trust of an inner circle.
Tonight, however, is what one might call an invitational event. We’re showing off the perks of what being a member of Carnal can provide. And it’s a hell of a fundraiser to inject some quick cash into the club.
“For the kind of money you wanted in this room,” I say, “there are expectations. They don’t know the rules of the scene. These men assume there’s going to be a bar to order top shelf shite from.”
I nod towards the sleek bar, the only other source of significant light in the room. The bartender is in a black tux with a gold masquerade mask on. He’s framed by a backdrop of hundreds of black and red roses clustered in a living wall.
“Fuck,” Caleb runs a hand through his hair.
“Don’t worry so fecking much, you’ll get a hernia. I had them water the drinks down.”
“Even yours?” In the dim light, I see Caleb’s eyebrows lift skeptically.
“I’m just the host, remember? I’m not bidding tonight. I have no interest in virgins.”
I only want experienced subs, preferably pain-sluts. I want to mark them, fuck them, and then have everyone go on their merry way without ever knowing each other’s names.
“You should bid,” Caleb says. “Maybe what you need is something different. Someone to settle down with.”
I bark out a laugh and look over at him. “Don’t be fecking ridiculous. Don’t hang that picket fence shite on me. It’s a lie sold to muppets like you.”
“It’s not a lie.” His jaw tenses ever so slightly. “Silas and my mom had it.”