Reece: In my world, people die every day. It’s nothing new, and I’ve gotten used to it. Sometimes, I’m the one that takes the shot. Other times, I just decline the job. Money is the only thing I’m interested in. I’m a Handyman, taking whatever job that paid the most. Until her. Riley is a stranger I’d only met at Black Cat, a premier club where no kink is shamed. She was into being bound, and I was into binding her. A perfect match if she hadn’t let herself get wrapped up in a less experienced Dom. A Dom that...
Reece: In my world, people die every day. It’s nothing new, and I’ve gotten used to it. Sometimes, I’m the one that takes the shot. Other times, I just decline the job. Money is the only thing I’m interested in. I’m a Handyman, taking whatever job that paid the most. Until her. Riley is a stranger I’d only met at Black Cat, a premier club where no kink is shamed. She was into being bound, and I was into binding her. A perfect match if she hadn’t let herself get wrapped up in a less experienced Dom. A Dom that drove her back to me, her trauma a glue that stuck her to me. I was a forgiving man. . . until her secrets started spilling out from the seams. Until one of my jobs. . . was her.
Riley: I made more mistakes as an adult than I could count. Moving to New York City was one of them. Becoming a freelance marketing writer was another. Choosing a Dom I didn’t have a spark with was a nail in my coffin— my first ever, and I didn’t want to feel a second driving through my heart. When I couldn’t rely on anyone else, he came. When I couldn’t say my peace, he coaxed my voice out. Reece was a man women dreamed to be with— kind, considerate, a little edgy, very practical to the point of being cold. Of all the horrible decisions I’d made for myself, I pulled myself out by my pony tail and moved on. But sometimes moving forward meant looking back, and demons I didn’t even know I’d carried reached out for me with blood-soaked claws.
