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by Champagne Jackson

  I overheard someone saying that they had already killed the queen and the other princesses. I would have cried, from this and the pain, but I was too dizzy, and there was too much blood…

  And then I saw him. The Wolf. Massive. Nearly twelve feet tall, if I had to guess. He towered over the knights.

  He threw his head back in a roar, his mouth dripping with blood as he picked up a knight, and gutted him, maw filled with torn flesh…

  I must have passed out, because when I came to, the carnage was ended. A dull calm held sway over the room. Timofey and the cook looked over me. And my Lord?

  Half man, half Wolf, he knelt over the bed, knelt over me.

  “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

  “You won’t live,” he said. “Unless…”

  “Do it,” I whispered.

  “It’s a hard, miserable life—being like me. Being…”

  “A werewolf.”

  “But they’ve already slaughtered your family. The entire kingdom is in revolt.”

  I gritted my teeth.

  “If you turn me… Our son?”

  “He will be born. But he will be a Wolf as well.”

  “Good,” I whispered. “For we have enemies to murder… My love.”

  “Yes,” he said with a devilish, wolfish grin. “And I look forward to the battle… My love.”

  And with that, my husband leaned in to seize the flesh of my neck…

  ~

  So began the years of civil war—years which still engulf us. The noble’s coup sparked a popular uprising against nobility across the country—and to my surprise, I fought, alongside my husband and my son, not on the side of the nobility, among whom I had been raised—but with the sons and daughters of farmers and bakers, whores and thieves.

  Like the Wolf himself, we were the damned of our society—but in the end, we shall be victorious… For once a Wolf bites, she does not let go until she is killed or until her prey falls.

  Enslaved to Him

  Table of Contents

  The Type of Girl You Make Eggs for in the Morning

  The Party

  Chad Stone

  The Real World

  Orders

  Morning

  The Spider’s Web

  Slave

  Forgiveness

  Black Out

  The Type of Girl You Make Eggs for in the Morning

  “Kenya, you’ve got to come to this party with us!”

  My glasses slid down my nose as I glanced up at my roommates. “Party? What party?”

  “Have you been paying any attention to anything we’ve been talking about for the last fifteen minutes?” Sarah, my pretty blonde roommate, demanded. Candace, my pretty brunette roommate, nodded vigorously, looking weirdly offended that I had been studying—studying, of all things!—instead of parcing the intimate details of whatever fancy society party they were off to.

  I jabbed my pen at the organic chemistry textbook spread out in front of me on the bed. “I’ve been studying unlike, oh, I don’t know, 66.6% of this apartment.”

  Candace plopped down on the bed next to me.

  “Marine, you study too much! This party is going to be so much fun! It’s at Chad Stone’s penthouse! It’s a penthouse!”

  “So?”

  “Do you even know who Chad Stone is?”

  I racked my brain. If he wasn’t a famous scientist who had discovered osmosis, I didn’t really care. I was pre-med and I had a giant organic chemistry test in two days. I was at the top of my class and I wasn’t about to sacrifice that rank for a dumb little party.

  “Listen, you two have fun, but I need to study. I’ll cut loose after the test. I promise.”

  “That’s what you said after the last test,” Sarah whined. “And then you just started studying for another one!”

  “It’s called midterms. What did you expect? Besides, it’d do you good to spend a little more time studying too.”

  Sarah scowled. “I won’t need to study if I marry Chad Stone.”

  “Oh, my god, SHUT UP!” squealed Candace. “No, I’m going to meet him and seduce him!”

  “Let’s have a threesome and we’ll both get pregnant and he’ll have to pay alimony!”

  “Oh my god, let’s do it!”

  I rolled my eyes and slid my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.

  “You two have fun.”

  “No, Kenya. You’re coming with us to the party.”

  “I’m not really the type of girl who goes to those parties.”

  Now is probably a good time to tell you a little about myself. My name is Kenya Powers. I’m nineteen years old. I go to a fancy, prestigious private college that my parents from Georgia can’t really afford. I’m pre-med, as you know, and I figure becoming a doctor and raking in cash is as good a way as any to pay off my student loans. I like school and I’m good at it.

  And it’s good that I’m good at it because I’m not exactly rail thin. Not like Candace and Sarah. I prefer to describe myself as curvy. I’m a black girl… I’ve got a booty. What do you expect?

  I’ve definitely met some guys who are into that but not as many as Candace and Sarah bring home on any given weekend. That’s fine by me, though—I’d rather study.

  “You totally are! All sorts of girls go to those parties!” Sarah squealed, all but crying.

  “You know, Kenya… There’s a rumor that Chad Stone has a thing for curvy girls…”

  My ears perked up.

  “Really?”

  Sarah giggled. “Now, she’s interested!”

  “I’m just interested in any guy who’ll take me to bed,” I said, trying to sound off-handed.

  “It’s a pool-party, so pick out a swimsuit and we’ll go after dinner.”

  “A pool party? No, no, no, no…” I said, shaking my head rapidly.

  “Why noooooot?” Sarah whined.

  “Curves and pools don’t mix. It’s like oil and water.”

  “Or cum and water,” Candace said. “If Chad Stone likes curvy girls, he probably wants to see you in a sexy swimsuit.”

  I scowled. “I don’t know why I’m even doing this.

  “You’re doing this because it’s your chance at true love and billions of dollars!”

  “I’m sure Chad Stone already has dozens of sexy girls, of all ethnicities, with all variety of great big tits and asses,” I said and sat up on the bed. My glasses slipped down my nose again. I’d probably have to go with contacts tonight. “I don’t think he’s going to be that interested in me. If I can even meet him. I bet hundreds of people are going to this thing.”

  “But listen, listen, listen… Maybe he does have lots of sexy curvy, big, beautiful black women to get his hands all up on every night of the week,” Candace said. She took my hands and squeezed them. “But I bet they’re all bimbos. I bet if he’s looking for true love, he’s looking for someone as smart as he is. I bet with the other girls, it’s wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. But with you… You’re the type of girl you make eggs for in the morning.”

  I scowled. “I’d like that on my tombstone when I die. ‘Kenya Powers: The Type of Girl You Make Eggs for in the Morning.’”

  The Party

  I kept studying while Candace and Sarah picked out their outfits for the night. I didn’t have much to choose from. I’ve got one slinky black dress that actually does kind of complement my curves and a one-piece bathing suit that more or less does the same thing. I figured I’d wear the bathing suit under the dress and maybe, just maybe if I were feeling comfortable enough, I could whip it off and hop in the pool. Maybe.

  “You’re wearing THAT?!” Sarah gasped when she saw my boring black bathing suit and my boring black dress.

  “You’ve got to wear something a little more… revealing!” she insisted when I threw up my hands in frustration.

  “No, I don’t. I’m going to your stupid part and that’s that. But I’m wearing what I want. I’m not just going to dress like Honey Boo Boo just because you two
are.”

  “Forget it,” Candace said with a shrug. “She’ll wear what she wants. I’m just glad you’re coming, Kenya.”

  I grumbled something foul to her as I began to dress. I glanced at myself in the mirror in my one-piece. I honestly did like the way it looked: it showed off my voluptuous butt, and it was fairly low-cut, so you could see my generous—very generous—tits. My girls had straightened my thick, nappy hair and when I took off my glasses and let my hair touch my shoulders, the effect it caused with my dark skin was almost… cute? Sexy? Could it be?

  “Yeah, I think she’ll be fine,” Candace said knowingly.

  We hustled out of our apartment and all tumbled into the first taxi we could find. It was already nine and the party had started an hour earlier.

  “Chad Stone could already be wading knee-deep in a sea of pussy!” whined Sarah.

  “Never use that phrase again,” I mumbled, lazily watching the city lights dart by us as our cab sped down the highway. We took an off ramp and suddenly, we were careening through the empty downtown night streets of the city, finally coming to an abrupt halt in front of a darkened high-rise.

  “Um, is this it?” I asked, peering up at the dark pillars of black glass that stood imposingly before us.

  “It totally is!” Candace said, forking a few twenties over to the cabbie. “Look up at the top!”

  I craned my neck skyward. From the ground, it looked like your usual office building but now, on the very top of the building, I could clearly see lights shining off into the pitch black night sky. There even seemed to be music and laughter coming from the top.

  “I guess that’s where we’re going,” Sarah said. We took a long, almost interminably long elevator ride up to the very top of the building. I nervously hopped from foot to foot as the elevator climbed higher and higher into the sky.

  “You’re wearing stilletos,” Sarah said, with a glance down at my feet. “You can’t hop around like that.”

  “But I’m nervous! I don’t like big parties like this!”

  “Just relax and look like you want to be here.”

  And then the elevator door opened and we saw what “here” was…

  The entire top of the building had been transformed into a decadent party scape. There was a giant pool, filled to the brim with giggling, topless super models, balancing beach balls in one hand and champagne flutes in the other. Gorgeous, totally ripped bodybuilders strutted by us as we stepped out of the elevator. They stopped to look us up and down before continuing on, wrapping arms around the barely bikini-clad buts of some super models by the bar. A DJ was spinning tunes off to the side and a space had been cleared for a dance floor, but it was really more of a mosh pit at this point.

  “So… This is one of Chad Stone’s parties.”

  A bouncer approached us. He was covered in tattoos and had a long scar running along his cheek, almost up to his eye.

  “Are you ladies on this list?” he growled.

  “Candace Williams, plus two,” Candace said as sweetly as she good. The bouncer clicked through an iPad suspiciously for a few minutes before nodding gruffly and stepping to the side, allowing us into this party wonderland.

  We made a beeline for the bar, by which I mean I made a beeline for the bar and Candace and Sarah followed me loyally. I needed a drink and bad. I could feel all these pretty eyes on me and my boring dress and I had no idea how I would get through this night without a few drinks.

  Fortunately, it was open bar and they weren’t checking id’s. We got three glasses of champagne right away and then I downed a second and third.

  “Whatever happened to studying?” Sarah said with a smirk as I finished off my third glass of bubbly.

  “There’s no way I could study here.”

  “You were talking about studying when we got back.”

  I shrugged. “I’ll sober up by then.”

  “Or she’ll be in bed with Chad Stone!”

  Chad Stone

  Someone, a pretty model-type, turned around.

  “Did you say Chad Stone? Is he here?”

  We shrugged.

  “We just got here. We haven’t seen him. We don’t even know what he looks like,” said Sarah.

  The model sighed.

  “No one does. He’s super mysterious. But this is all his! He’s got a hedge fund and he makes, like, a million dollars an hour. It’s ridiculous.”

  “That’s incredible,” Candace breathed as the model stalked away, her stilletos clacking.

  “I’m hot,” I whined. “I’m getting in the pool.”

  “And in the car, you were saying you wouldn’t even get in the pool!” Sarah called behind me as I wandered over to what seemed to be a fairly empty part of the pool. As I stripped off my dress and kicked off my shoes, I immediately began to feel self-conscious.

  Almost all the girls in the pool were in skimpy little bikinis and the ones who were seemed to be straight up naked, except for maybe a thong or a string bottom. Two girls got out of the pool just as I lowered myself into the water and—yep, they were totally naked.

  I watched them pad over to the bar, water dripping off their perfectly proportioned breasts. I sighed. What the hell was I doing here?

  “You don’t look very happy. Not having a good time?” a voice said out of nowhere. I turned around. There, standing before me, was a veritable Adonis.

  He was a mass of lean muscle, chiseled perfectly, with gorgeous nut brown hair and a mischievous little boy grin on his beautiful lips.

  “I... Uh… I sure am… Having a good time, I mean,” I stuttered, blushing hard, feeling the alcohol get to me.

  “Why are you wearing that dumpy bathing suit?” he asked, floating a bit closer to me. He smiled warmly but that did little to assuage my sudden influx of anxiety.

  “Oh, uh… This was the only one I have.”

  “That’s too bad. You’d look great in a bikini.”

  “You’re being sarcastic,” I blurted out, probably because of the alcohol. “That’s mean.”

  “No, I’m serious. It looks like you’ve got a gorgeous body,” he said, very smoothly. “You could just take that suit off. There are other girls here who are skinny dipping.” He grinned wide. “I won’t tell your mom and dad, don’t worry.”

  I flushed bright red.

  “I should go,” I said, moving to get out of the pool.

  “No, you shouldn’t.” He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him, sliding his arms around my waist.

  “I don’t think I caught your name.”

  “Kenya Powers,” I said dreamily. “And you?”

  I could feel his hardness through his swimsuit and oh my god, was he packing… As if the six pack and Superman chest hadn’t been enough!

  “Chad Stone. This is my party, I guess you could say.”

  I gasped, my mouth gaping wide. He just grinned.

  “Now, Marinz Powers, what’s it going to take to get you out of that swim suit?” I felt his hand slide down my thigh and I whimpered.

  Involuntarily, I spread my legs a little and I felt his hand work its way in between my legs, rubbing my soft mound. I seriously could not believe this was happening. I wasn’t this kind of girl!

  He slid a finger inside my bathing suit and there I was—literally seconds after meeting my first billionaire, his fingers were rubbing my clit.

  “Ooh… I… I don’t know…”

  “Maybe you’d like to see the rest of the house? It’s pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.”

  I nodded dreamily and he took me by the hand.

  He led me out of the pool and, totally unnoticed by everyone at the party, we padded away from the crowds and into the penthouse.

  First Passion

  He led me through a gorgeous, very modern living room, filled with decadent, comfy-looking leather couches. There were couples in various stages of intoxication draped all over the couches: some were still just talking, chatting casually with a quick, flirty touch here or
there. Some were already sitting on laps. Some had graduated to making out, and dress straps had already started to fall away. One girl’s breast was full exposed and her lover stroked it with long, slow circles as he swirled his martini in his other hand.