A Night of Pleasure and Wrath

A Night of Pleasure and WrathA SHARED SINS STANDALONEVICES AND HEDONISM MADDISON COLE Contents DedicationAuthor’s NoteChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 2021. Twenty-One22. Twenty-Two23. Twenty-Three24. Twenty-Four25. Twenty-Five26. Twenty-Six27. Twenty-Seven28. Twenty-Eight29. Twenty-Nine30. Thirty31. Thirty-One32. Thirty-Two33. Thirty-Three34. Thirty-Four35. Thirty-FiveEpilogueHoly Smokes!AcknowledgmentsAbout AuthorRead More by Maddison! Copyright © by Maddison Cole All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronical, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. 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First Edition. Paperback ISBN: Editing: Sam O’Neill Formatting: Asasha Vives Cover Design: Cat Cover Design Dedication To every husband who suddenly finds themselves as the sub… Your woman is a queen, and it's her royal duty to dominate you. Order some restraints, get the blindfold ready, consider your pain threshold level and tell your buddies you won't be online tonight. RULES Whips are mandatory; edible lube is optional. Now strip, lie down, and let your woman get to work. You are very welcome. Author’s Note Welcome to a Night of Pleasure and Wrath, where there are no safe words, and your inhibitions need to be left at the door. This a standalone novel between Harlow and a gang of MMA fighters who use her body for one purpose only - to show her the lengths she'll go to in order to achieve her deepest desires. Due to dark themes and BDSM connotations, this book is inappropriate for those under 18. Expect excessive amounts of steam, pushing boundaries, violence, and cursing throughout. This reverse harem includes a female character, so please be aware of the F/F romance included. Now, please sign your NDA, hand over your phone, and come on in. The Bloodied Skulls are waiting for you. One HARLOW The ancient clock in the conference room seems to tick on the same second over and over while the big boss drones on and on about overheads and setbacks. The stuffiness in this room sends my eyes drooping, my blinks getting longer with each torturous moment, and it’s an effort to stay awake, even from digging my nails into the palm of my hand. Sarina, the manager of my department and all-around ass-kisser, stays bolt upright and alert, soaking up every boring word being said by the insipid man in front of me. Her beautifully shiny coffee-colored hair – not from a box, but a gorgeously expensive salon – is totally put together, every strand wrangled into submission and held in a severe bun. Meanwhile, I had to borrow a cardigan from one of my colleagues to hide the coffee stain down my left tit. Of all the days, I had to wear a white shirt with a black bra. The fucking alarm decided not to work this morning, and my boyfriend, Ricky, had already left. He’s been working all the hours lately to close a huge deal at his marketing firm, but hopefully once I get this promotion, we can both work less hours. Then we will have the time to take that holiday I’ve been so desperate for, and I’ll be claiming Fridays as ‘me’ days to spare these boring meetings. “Harlow, do you understand what I am saying?” The Boss, Mitch, asks with a quirked brow. Sarina pauses her furious scribbling with the pen poised above her notebook and scrutinizes me, her lip curling at the state of my face wearing last night’s makeup. Again, I thought maybe I could get away with not reapplying it as I crashed out so late last night but waking up late has royally fucked me over. I plaster a wide smile on my face, sitting up a little straighter, not wanting him to know my thoughts had been about lying on a beach with some cocktails, rather than this suffocating office. “Yep. All clear Mitch. I can’t wait to get started.” It’s hard, but I interject as much enthusiasm into my voice as possible, despite the fact I want to go home and nap like a queen. But the fake smile slips off my lips when the room stays silent. That shitty clock mocks me on the wall with its broken ticking, and I suddenly get the impression that somewhere along this conversation, I seriously fucked up. Sarina clears her throat delicately, placing her hand over mine and it takes everything in me not to jerk out of her fake condescending grip. “Harlow. What Mitch has been saying is that we must let you go. It’s nothing personal,” she chuckles, finally pulling back her hand to smooth back a non-existent hair. “We haven’t got the budget to keep you, and it’s last in – first out.” Mitch gives me a tight nod, but all I can do is blink in confusion. “Wait. So, this isn’t a promotion?” I stumble over my words. He grimaces, jowls