Inherited Malice – Dark Secret Society Romance Read Online Stasia Black, Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,

Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)

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Inherited Malice - Dark Secret Society Romance

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Stasia Black, Alta Hensley

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I’m a con artist, and I’ve got my sights set on Beau Radcliffe. He’s dominant, arrogant, and always thinks he’s the smartest person in the room.
But he made the mistake of getting way too drunk one night and telling me all about the twisted ways of the dark, mysterious secret society he was about to be initiated into.
So, I steal an invite and show up as a belle.
And just like that night in the bar several months ago, Beau picks me out of the line-up to be his partner in debauchery for the next three months. I’ll get everything I ever dreamed of if I can just stick it out with him.
Beau thinks he’s in charge, making the rules of this game as we go, but he has no idea.
This is going to be fun…
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Stasia Black, Alta Hensley



Requests the honor of your presence



As we prepare for the celebration of The Trials of Initiation for Beau Radcliffe


At half past Midnight

Oleander Manor

109 Oleander Lane

Attendance mandatory



I watched carefully as the man in full ostentatious livery walked into the bar in the tiny Georgia town. I’d beaten him into the bar by a full thirty seconds, and my heart still raced a mile a minute.

I’d hoped for time to be able to order a drink and look more natural, but the bartender was flirting with some chick at the other end of the bar. I’d dressed intentionally inconspicuously. After all, I was trying to blend in.

It wasn’t the bartender’s attention I was after tonight. No, I’d have to play this verrrry carefully if I didn’t want to fuck it up royally. I had one shot.

I’d pray if I was the praying sort. But no, I remembered Tina’s words from the foster home as she taught me the tricks of the trade.

I didn’t have to have luck—or God—on my side.

I didn’t even have to be the smartest person in the room.

I just had to be the wiliest. I had to be the one analyzing every angle, every person. Looking for the marks, for the weak links, for the ins and the levers I could pull to manipulate people to get them to do exactly what I wanted.

I wasn’t as good as Tina.

No one was as good as Tina. She’d taught me everything she knew, used me for one last con and then spit me out when I wasn’t useful to her.

Like I said, she taught me everything I knew.

I pulled out my phone and pretended to be absorbed in the small screen while surreptitiously watching out the corner of my eye as the old dude in the tux with tails presented the beautiful girl in the corner with the calligraphed invitation.

She looked confused, but then recognition dawned in her eyes. Shit. She knew what it meant. I wouldn’t go so far as to pry the invitation out of her cold, dead hands or anything, but I was walking out of here with it, one way or the other. She just didn’t know it yet.

Old Man Tuxedo finally exited out the way he’d come and the woman in the corner ordered another round of drinks from a passing waitress. But then she paused, pulled out her wallet, and sent the waitress on her way without ordering anything after all.

Aha. It was just like I’d heard. The Order really did prey on women who had no other choices. Fucking bastards.

I smiled.

Because what made this woman a perfect mark for the Order also made her perfect for me.

Time to go in for the kill. So to speak.

I grabbed my purse and headed straight for the woman’s table.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked, pointing at the chair across from her where she sat at the small square table.

The woman looked up, confused at my sudden appearance.

I sat down before she could say one way or the other. I called over the waitress who had just passed by. “Drinks are on me. What are you having?”

That perked her up a little. “Vodka and coke.”

I smiled. “Classic. Two vodka and cokes.”

The waitress nodded without much interest and walked off.

“Hi, I’m Vanessa,” I said, holding out a hand across the table. Lie. My name was actually Connie, but I hadn’t used that name since the group home. I’d been running one grift or another since then, and any idiot knew you didn’t use a name that could be traced back.

The invitation lay glittering right there on the tabletop between us, but I held my gaze right on the pretty woman’s face, not once even glancing down.

Hesitantly, she lifted her hand and shook mine. “Uh, hi. Abilene. But I go by Abby.”

I grinned at her. “Hi, Abby. I’m new in town, but I grew up just one county over. You know Burrows Creek?”

She smiled and her posture relaxed a little. “Sure. I think we played y’all in football.”

I laughed at that. “Where’d you go?”

“Simmons High.”

“Oh damn, y’all creamed us every time.”

She laughed. “We almost went to state my senior year. We creamed everybody.”

Restlessly, she fingered the invitation on the table.

This was almost too easy.

The waitress brought our drinks back, and I pretended to sip mine while encouraging Abby to order another—on me, naturally.

She tried to protest but I waved it away. “It’s the end of a long week and it’s nice to meet someone new in town. I’ve been down on my luck, and I’ll take any friendly face at this point.”

Her face grew immediately sympathetic. “Oh my God, I know exactly what you mean! My ex just kicked me out—apparently, he’s been hooking up with some bitch from the nail salon who’s barely out of high school. I went down there and confronted her about moving in on my man, and then her boss called my boss at the strip mall one street over cause they knew each other, and I lost my job. This town fucking sucks.”