In the upper echelons of society, royals and politicians are as distantly inferior to the true ruling elite as the general public are considered by royals and politicians. Composed of shadowy figures privileged with access to banks of wealth so vast they could make billionaires look like peasants, ferociously clandestine groups experimenting with terrible powers in their sprawling subterranean complexes of bunkers and laboratories, and collections of individuals so terrifically

‘There we go,’ said the barman, sliding the drinks over the counter, ‘one Twinkler and one Simply Seduction. That’ll be thirteen-fifty.’ Taking his drink while Cooper paid, Brad propped himself against the bar and took a sip, his back to the barman. If he was honest, the man unnerved him a little; his eye lingered in suggestive places and a smirk plucked at his lips when he looked at Brad,

Kenny did not recognise the woman who entered. She was small and slender – a waif of a thing really – with the grey of age showing in her temples. She wore a tweed jacket over a plain white blouse and plainer black trousers, her flat shoes some fifty years out of date – older than she was, he was certain of that – and though she cast him a

‘Hey, hot stuff, you looking for some action?’ Cole had heard iterations of the same question at least a dozen times as he wandered through the winding corridors, though unlike the others this particular man drew him in. He was slim yet toned – the kind of physique Cole craved in a lover – with a mischievous glimmer in his eye and a smile plucking at the corners of his

Carter stumbled backwards, cold dread flooding his system as the scantily clad intruder slowly advanced. ‘No, you can’t. You can’t be here. Sonny, you can’t. I… I don’t understand. How did you get in? No, what am I saying – you’re not here. I… I’m seeing things… I have to be…’ Even so, Carter continued to edge away, practically crouching with his hands held out in a defensive manner as

Bobby sensed something wrong the moment he entered the dormitory. The air was thick with a cloying mixture of sweat, leather and something else – a foreign aroma he could not quite place, as sharp as it was sickeningly sweet. The oppressive atmosphere prompted an immediate headache and as he made his way down the corridor he could feel it crawling down his throat, choking him. His suspicions piqued as

The room was dark as they staggered in. Cora startled as the room was suddenly illuminated, strings of multi-coloured fairy lights blinking on, and she vaguely assumed they must have been activated by their presence. She was far too focused on ensuring the contents of her stomach remained inside to pay them much attention though. ‘Woah, not so fast,’ she groaned, gripping onto the edge of a cabinet as the

Everything had all gone so horribly… wrong? The man Ana had recently been would probably have thought so, but the woman she was now knew the truth was the exact opposite: everything had gone so perfectly right. With the flogger coming down relentlessly on her sensitive pussy, all she could do was giggle as she recited the undeniable truth: ‘I’m your fucking slut.’ Breathless and painfully horny, she repeated herself

Crawling up to the foot of the stairs, Natasha shivered with anticipation. This was it. The day she had been waiting for. At the top of this staircase stood the door to a future of opulence and kink, all she had to do was make it to the top. Standing between her and her future, however, was the Initiation, and the trial of reaching the top would prove her worthy

It’s not like Mitch had been looking for a faerie. Sure, he had heard the legends surrounding his poky little town – legends of how the first settlers had lured in the faeries of the forests and bound them in mortal form – but he had never really believed them. Nobody even knew why the settlers had trapped the faeries in mortal bodies. Some thought it was to steal their