A Night Of Rapture and Pride

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2023 by Alisha Williams All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, please address: [email protected] Book Cover Designer: TRC Designs Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page DEDICATION AUTHORS NOTE CONTENT WARNING Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Epilogue BOOKS BY ALISHA THANK YOU ABOUT ALISHA DEDICATION To all my MM spicy book lovers! Hope you enjoy my first MM romance! AUTHORS NOTE This book is a part of the Vice and Hedonism series. This is Sebastian and Tanner’s story from the anthology A Night Of Sin and Corruption. The anthology piece was co-written however, I have taken over the full length story. I still hope you enjoy! This is a steamy MM billionaire office romance. CONTENT WARNING This is a MM romance. This book has a lot of descriptive sex scenes. This is a billionaire office romance. Although there might be some BDSM content, this is not a BDSM book. This is meant to be a short, steamy read. There is plot, just not heavily. Things that you can find in this book: *Cum play. *Oral *Anal *Age Gap *Light Degradation *Praise *Daddy Kink Chapter 1 Sebastian Bourbon glides down my throat without resistance. The rich caramel and vanilla notes linger on my tongue as a satisfied groan leaves me. The crystal tumbler clinks against my solid oak desk as I place it beside my never-ending stack of mail. It’s been a hell of a day. A long fucking day. I swipe a hand through my inky black locks and give a little tug. The knot securing my tie is stifling. It feels more like a noose. Sliding my hand down my face and over my stubbled jaw, I slip my fingers behind the knot, tugging until it falls apart. If I never have to be present for another board meeting in my life, it’ll be too soon. Thomas’ monotone voice and endless agendas are the banes of my existence. Right up there with my grandfather’s loathsome demands and the board's expectations for my life. At thirty-nine years old, you’d think I have full control over my life and choices. Wrong. I’m stuck on pleasing my grandfather by following the path he’s paved for me since birth. I need control and it kills a part of me that there are certain things that I cannot change. Duties that I desperately wish I could avoid. I wrap a hand around the back of my neck and squeeze to release some of the tension tight in my shoulders and head. My attention snags on the smooth black envelope in the pile of mail beside my clenched fist and instantly, my shitty mood lifts. A grin spreads across my face as I uncurl my hand to pour some more bourbon in celebration rather than to feel numb. I slip the envelope from the pile and flip it over, brushing my fingertips over the wax seal. I know what’s inside and fuck if I don’t need it right now. With my fortieth birthday approaching and the consequence of that milestone, anything is welcomed—especially when they come in the form of unrestrained sexual gratification. The wax seal breaks easily, and I pull out the invitation. It’s made from the same black velvety paper as the envelope, with purple writing scrawled across the invite. Purple for pride. I’ve explored a few of the seven floors inside Club Rapture, but this will be my first time playing in Pride. A euphoric sensation spreads through my limbs, shooting straight to my balls. With one hand, I adjust myself in my slacks, with the other, I open my laptop to quickly RSVP. I glance over the lengthy Mutual Non-Disclosure Agreement and sign my name electronically. I’ve read it thoroughly before so no need to waste my time now. Its size and volume of legalese are impressive, but with the clientele Club Rapture brings in, privacy is important. No one wants to go to a sex club if they don’t feel protected—I sure as hell don’t. One leaked photo and your world is thrown into an uproar. If my grandfather or the board caught wind of my extracurricular activities, I’d be screwed. Closing my laptop, I grab my drink and tip the amber liquor back, swallowing down the remains before discarding the tumbler. Three glasses are enough on a work night. Any more and I’ll bite everyone’s head off at the office tomorrow. With effort, I push out of my office chair and stand. Swaying slightly with my eyelids half-lidded, the room spins for a moment. I squint around the blurry edges of my vision and head for my bedroom. Sleep calls to me like a siren, but I know once I crawl into bed, I’ll be left to count sheep until my brain finally shuts off. A full night's rest is few and far between these days. It’s as though my body and brain haven’t realized that I’m not in my twenties anymore. I can’t live off of three hours of sleep and Red Bulls like I did in college. I grunt as I shoulder-check the doorframe while walking into my bedroom, or maybe it shoulder-checks me. Fuck if I know. Stripping out of my clothes, I flick off the light and climb onto my bed, sinking into the soft sheets. The cool fabric envelops me, feeling so good against my heated skin. My eyes