Title: Wicked
Indulgence
Series Title:The
Vault Series: Friends and More, Book 2
Author:
Anne Lange
Genre: Contemporary Romance,
Erotic, Ménage, Light BDSM
Heat
Level:Scorching
- Sexy, creative and hot, almost anything goes - not for shy readers
Length:
76,600 words
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Excerpt
Striding forward as if she knew
exactly where she was going, Melissa entered the hallway. Several doors opened
off each side, and people had gathered around a few of them, their attention
trained on whatever was happening inside. She moved forward, pausing at the
first doorway to peek in, but even on tiptoe she was too short to see over the
crowd. Eventually a couple in front of her shifted their stance, and she
managed to sneak a peek between their leather-clad bodies.
She stifled a gasp. A raised
platform was centered in the room that held a large mattress covered in a plain
white sheet. On the mattress were two women and one man. The man, who appeared
to be about forty-five, lay flat on his back. One of the women, a busty
brunette with a butterfly clip in her hair, straddled his chest on all fours,
letting her big breasts dangle over his flushed face. They were huge compared
to Melissa’s own small handfuls, and the man had captured both and squeezed
them together. He tongued and sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth
between the two. Above him, the woman’s back was bowed, her neck stretched long
as she tilted her face up, squeezed her eyes closed and held her bottom lip
between her teeth.
The other woman, a pixie of a thing
with a matching haircut and long, dangly earrings gripped his cock in a tight
fist while she bobbed her head, stroking her hand up and down to meet the
movement of her mouth. The guy thrust his hips up in time with her downward
motions. Between the slurping and the groaning and moaning going on in that
room, it was only a matter of minutes before at least two of them managed to
snag the stars they were reaching for.
A group of people lined one of the
walls watching, and few others stood cuddling and petting their partners while
their eyes were glued to the scene in front of them.
Melissa decided to move on. She
could definitely see how watching stuff like this could turn someone on, but
she was on the hunt for a specific person and she needed to find him before one
of her watchdogs discovered she was here and hunted her down.
She continued to the next room,
which contained two women, one of them leaning over a bench while the other
spanked her with a paddle. The one on the bench was stark naked, her blond hair
gathered in a ponytail that hung down the right side of her face. The redhead
doing the spanking wore the slimmest stiletto boots Melissa had ever seen. She
had partnered it with a pair of black leather boy-cut panties and a black with
purple trimmed bustier. Dark coal liner rimmed her jade green eyes and a slash
of red lipstick stained her cheeks.
Since that scene didn’t do anything
for her—and frankly, the redheaded woman scared the crap out of her—Melissa
decided to keep going. A large crowd seemed to have gathered at the next room
and there seemed to be a fair amount of grunts coming from in there. Melissa
strode in that direction while trying not to draw too much attention to
herself.
When she got to the door, she had
to push past two other couples and a big burly dude with a shaved head, wearing
a dark suit with a red tie. The seams of his jacket looked like they might
burst with teeniest flex of his muscles and the tie looked like it was
strangling him. He was handsome as hell, as were many of the men here, but he
wasn’t the man she was looking for. He gave her a questioning look, then looked
over her shoulder and around.
“Are you here with anybody, miss?”
He kept his voice low to avoid interrupting the show
“Ah…”
He turned, fully blocking her path
as well as her view. Damn it. Behind him, a whistling sound wailed through the
air, followed by the sharp sting of leather against flesh. A low grunt came
next, with a long moan in its wake.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here
before.”
“Um, no, I’m new. Tonight’s my
first night.” Crap.If she didn’t get
past this guy soon, Kyle or Gabe would be sure to find her. And then she’d be
in trouble.
“I don’t recall Mr. McBride telling
me there would be any newbies tonight.”
Melissa tried her best for
contrite. “I’m sure it was simply an oversight.” They were going to kill her.
He snorted. “Have you met Mr. McBride?
There’s no such thing as oversight.”
He had that right. Unfortunately
she knew Mr. McBride well. Didn’t matter which one he was actually referring
to.
“Look, I’m sorry, but until I speak
with one of the boss men, I don’t know who you are or how much freedom you’re
supposed to have around here. So you’ll need to—”
“She’s with me.”
Melissa closed her eyes as those
three words surrounded her. Sadly, she couldn’t do anything about the sizzling
effect this voice had on her blood. Or the way it played havoc with her senses,
her pussy, and her nipples.
She had wanted to find him, but not
like this.
“Master James.”
Author Bio
Shoes are her addiction,
but books are her passion. Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. If
you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo nearby
at all times. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or
ten. Anne reads many genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy
stories, often with a dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful
pleasures your mom never told you about. And always with a happily ever
after. While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Though not always successfully. Who needs a clean house every day? And what’s wrong with cereal for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too fast, and the family pets, Rocky the bearded dragon and Lily the chocolate lab.
Author’s Social Links
Email:
Anne_Lange66@yahoo.ca
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