Tarot Fates

TAROT FATES MMF DARK ROMANCE THE KILLER BOYS MP BATES THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, PLACES, AND INCIDENTS EITHER ARE 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. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NO PART OF THIS BOOK MAY BE USED OR REPRODUCED BY ANY MEANS, GRAPHIC, ELECTRONIC, OR MECHANICAL, INCLUDING PHOTOCOPYING, RECORDING, TAPING, OR BY ANY INFORMATION STORAGE RETRIEVAL SYSTEM WITHOUT THE WRITTEN PERMISSION OF THE PUBLISHER EXCEPT IN THE CASE OF BRIEF QUOTATIONS EMBODIED IN CRITICAL ARTICLES AND REVIEWS. Pictures: Canva/MPB Photography Cover Design by /MP Bates ASIN: B0BNF4JRR3 Edited by: The Fiction Fix COPYRIGHT ©MP BATES 2023 TABLE OF CONTENTS Note from the author Pronunciation guide 1. Lilly 2. Adrian 3. Christos 4. Lilly 5. Adrian 6. Lilly 7. Christos 8. Adrian 9. Lilly 10. Adrian 11. Christos 12. Christos 13. Adrian 14. Lilly 15. Christos 16. Adrian 17. Lilly 18. Adrian 19. Christos Epilogue. Lilly Acknowledgments The spice index Also by MP Bates About the Author Skip If you want to avoid any spoilers. Your mental health matters more than reading this book: This book is a MMF why choose dark romance. The FMC chooses both MMC’s in the end. The characters fall fast. If you don’t like insta-love, this isn’t for you. You do not need to read book one in the Killer Boys series in order to read this book, but it is included within the same world. Content warnings: Hitmen for hire, mention of DV in the past, mention of family loss, mention of abusive upbringing , D/S scenes, unique power dynamic, praise, mentions of spirituality, exhibitionism, use of tarot cards, degradation, graphic violence/themes, graphic sex, vulgar language, stepbrothers, anxiety, Stockholm syndrome, use of knifes/pew pews, dealing with grief, mentions of trauma, use of mask during sex, and lots of good boys. The activities described in this book are not meant to be realistic depictions of BDSM (specifically D/S) or kink play. This is strictly a work of fiction. The use of Tarot cards in this book are not to be used a guide. Cards mentioned within this book were interpreted as I —the one reading them— deemed fit. Reading Tarot is a different experience for everyone. Christos: Chris-tose [Greek pronunciation] Mi̱téra: Me-tear-ah [Greek- mother] Moráki: More-ah-key [Greek- baby girl] Nicknames: Ri- Ree Ris- Rhiss For the spiritual hoes who lost themselves along the way and came back stronger. Keep flourishing. Keep building that confidence. I was hoping to end my night with at least one orgasm, but it’s been half an hour and this guy has yet to make that a possibility. Nate’s attractive, I’ll give him that, but that may just be the three glasses of wine I had at the bar. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby,” he growls into my ear, his index finger making irregular circles around my clit. Yeah, because I’m imagining how good this would feel if I got to finish. I guess it feels good, but without the consistency I need, he is getting nowhere. I’ve never been with a man who could make me come. I’ve always had to fake it, and here I am, about to fake it again, just to get him to move along to leaving. I’ll give Nate some credit – he’s at least trying to be considerate, but he’s not taking the hint that his efforts aren't working. “I want you to come for me, baby. Please?” Nate begs, nipping at the soft parts of my neck. Yeah, me too, buddy. The type of man I dream about wouldn’t ask me to come. No, he would demand it. He would make it happen, whether I wanted it to or not. I let out a string of desperate sounding moans, forcing my muscles to tense to simulate being close. “There you go. Come on,” he coaxes, his rhythm getting even more sporadic. I pick up my breathing, roll my eyes back into my head and grip the cotton sheets beneath me, hoping this all looks realistic to him. Suddenly, the bedroom door slams against the wall with a loud, echoed bang. “W-what the fuck?” Nate screams as he quickly jumps off me. As soon as he’s off the bed, I get a good view of the person standing in the doorway, a black skull mask covering the bottom half of his face, the other half darkened by the shadow of his black hair falling over his forehead. Maybe I’m tipsier than I thought, because my fight or flight instincts takes a few moments to catch up. “Nathen. Nathen Cross, right?” the man asks, his voice dark and full of sin. Nate stumbles, trying to scramble further away from the door. “Y-yes, who’s asking?” “Your lovely ex wants to send a message to you. Her father doesn’t like the way you broke her heart, or the way you treated her,” the man says calmly as he takes a few steps inside the room. I cower a bit, slowly pulling the sheet over my lower half. I watch as he moves, the veins in his neck bulging as his jaw flexes, his broad shoulders completely filling out the black suit jacket he’s wearing. SkullMan reaches Nate, holding the barrel of his Uzi to the side of his neck. I thought Nate was tall – he told me he was 6’1 – but whoever this guy is has him by at least five inches. “Look man, I thought that was all settled. I-I took the deal her father gave me. I stayed quiet and left town,” Nate says, a whimper escaping his lips as the gun is pressed harder into his neck. I let out a sharp breath as I watch everything unfold, the reality of the situation finally hitting me. “Oh, I’m sorry, was I interrupting your little date?” SkullMan asks mockingly. His gaze meets mine as he looks to the bed, my entire body consumed