Within the Shadows

WITHIN THE SHADOWS KINSLEY KINCAID Copyright © 2023 by Kinsley Kincaid All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book and its contents are entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance or similarities to names, characters, organizations, places, events, incidents, or real people are entirely coincidental or used fictitiously. Written by - Kinsley Kincaid Cover Design by – Kinsley Kincaid ASIN – B0BMZXM1SQ Created with Vellum May they all kneel before you and worship you as the filthy Queens you are. NOTE FROM AUTHOR Please be aware this book contains many dark themes and subjects that may be uncomfortable/unsuitable for some readers. This book contains heavy themes throughout. Please keep this in mind when entering Carter & Emerson’s story. Content warnings are listed on authors social pages. This book and its contents are entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance or similarities to names, characters, organizations, places, events, incidents, or real people are entirely coincidental or used fictitiously. If you find any genuine errors, please reach out to the author directly to correct it. Thank you. CONTENTS 1. Carter 2. Emerson 3. Carter 4. Carter 5. Emerson 6. Emerson 7. Carter 8. Emerson 9. Carter 10. Carter 11. Emerson 12. Carter 13. Emerson 14. Emerson 15. Carter 16. Emerson 17. Emerson 18. Carter 19. Carter 20. Emerson 21. Carter 22. Emerson 23. Carter 24. Emerson 25. Carter Epilogue Acknowledgments About the Author ONE CARTER Fuck. Even the filthiest porn doesn't do it for me anymore. I stop jerking my semi-hard cock, blowing out a sigh as I tuck myself back into my boxers. I used to love watching this shit. I would edge myself until the very end, not letting my orgasm hit until it was time. The feeling of finally being able to cum was fucking incredible, like a reward after holding it in for so long. Now, fuck. It's been nine months since I've gotten off. Just one day, it stopped. I know what you're all thinking, ‘Carter, why don't you just do hookups or swipe right for the night?’ I've done it. It gets old fast. Night after night. Go out, find the girl, impress the girl, bring her home, fuck her brains out and send her on her way. Sure, it was great, but I need something more now. My thirty-four-year-old brain is craving a more genuine connection. Sitting at the edge of my bed, letting my body fall back to hit the mattress, I stare up at the ceiling. It's 2 am now. Since I can't sleep or jerk off, here's a little about me. I am an IT guy. The fucking best at what I do. My home base is Chicago, also home of deep-dish pizza and the Bears. I've been doing contract work since I dropped out of MIT. The curriculum was boring. I already knew everything they were trying to teach; coding since the age of thirteen does that. I was strictly there for the piece of paper that would help me land a job; without that paper, the odds of getting any IT gig were slim. So, to MIT I went. Computer Science was my major, but by the second semester, I couldn't do it anymore. I was more intelligent than most of the professors on staff. Fucking, morons. After I dropped out, my parents were pissed off and, in their words, ‘disappointed in my life choices.’ I was determined to show them I could fucking do it without a fucking piece of paper saying I had the credentials. Knowing I wasn't going to get a job based on a resume, I went straight to the dark web and started taking contracts. It's not as scary as it sounds. For the right amount of money and a semi-ethical contract, then I am at your service. You must vet these contracts meticulously to ensure they aren't FBI or other international agencies trying to catch you doing something illegal. If you don't, the next thing you know, they are kicking your parents' front door down and arresting you. The first contract I took was at nineteen, and the rest is history. I primarily hack systems for the highest and most reputable bidder. I am my own boss and do what I want when I want. Plus, most contracts are offered to me these days because they have heard of my skills and my ability to keep my mouth shut. I have a reputation and credibility amongst the world's most powerful and, at times, illegal beings. They only know me by my handle, SADMAN23. I am careful that nothing traces back to me and my true identity. Ok, enough about me. That shit is boring. Grabbing my phone, I start scrolling through my Snapgram. My profile has no pictures, and I don't follow anyone. I am simply User8392765382. As I mindlessly scroll, this one post catches my eye. You can't see her face, but shit, that body is sexy and those curves. I bite my fist. She is wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, a pink leather-like harness that crosses over and around her full breasts and goes around her stomach and those 'manhandle me' hips, and then the pink leather branches down to her thick thighs like a garter on both legs. She is kneeling on wood flooring, her one hand squeezing her left breast while her other hand is holding the phone to take the picture. The caption reads, ‘Freedom feels like this. Thank you’ Fuck, who is this girl? Getting up and walking over to my computer, I input her username @tatorsntemptation and let my program work its magic. I built this program myself. I can put minimal information into it, and it finds everything I need. After a couple of minutes,