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Lara handed me my drink while looking over my shoulder. ‘Found something?’
‘Yeah, a mention of being prey at Rosenhall Estate. Nicole got the name wrong. But nothing else is coming up.’
‘Prey?’ Lara asked, raising a brow. ‘That sounds like a perfect reason to go no further.’
Or a perfect reason to have damp knickers...
‘Lara...’
She held up her hands and sighed. ‘Okay, but if you get yourself killed, it’s your own damn fault.’
‘So what should I do?’
‘Message her. The woman who said she’d been there. She must know how to access it.’
A grin swept over my face as I pulled up the profile, seeing nothing particularly untoward about it. Most of her posts were in the romance reader communities or the BDSM ones.
I took a deep breath and penned her a message.
Much to my surprise, she answered almost immediately.
I’m not supposed to share the details, but if you can go, you HAVE to go. It’s amazing. Intense and overwhelming, but there is nothing else like it. Even better, you get paid to go! If you enter the auction, you get half of whatever you go for on top of the daily fee. Click the link HERE and it’ll take you to the sign up forms. Don’t mention that I sent you though, otherwise I won’t be able to go back.
My fingers trembled as I thanked her and clicked the URL.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
LOGAN
My car pulled into the estate, the driver inching up the gravel driveway, which extended for over a mile.
I should have been excited. Over a week in a lust filled paradise, with only a few business agreements to complete. My cock twitched at the very thought of it, but I shook my head. My father-in-law to be was counting on me to represent him, and falling into a pit of depravity wasn’t the way to go.
However badly I needed it.
Dark green towering pines lined the drive up to the house, with the forest extending thickly around the estate. The building came into view in a towering castle-like structure made from a rainbow of orange, pink and grey granite. I’d been in my fair share of beautiful, historic Scottish buildings, but Rosehall Estate always took my breath away.
The car pulled to a stop, with my driver coming round to open my door for me. Three staff members arrived within moments, carrying my luggage inside while the aged butler greeted me.
‘Mr McGowan, it’s a pleasure to welcome you back to Rosenhall. We hope you have a delightful stay.’
‘Thank you, Grieves. It’s a joy to be back. Is Alfie around?’ The sooner I sorted out business, the sooner I could get out of there.
‘Mr. Rosenhall had to pop down to London for a spot of business. He’ll be back in a day or two, but has asked me to see that you long for nothing in his absence.’
I ground my back teeth together as I followed the butler into the cavernous entry hall, decked out in rich old wood and deep, sumptuous fabrics.
Alfie had always been a sneaky little fuck, even when we were in boarding school together some twenty years ago. When he’d grown up and inherited his father’s cartel and his decadent highland playground, Alfie had very much focused on the latter. He was a terrible syndicate boss, but not an unlikeable one. He’d have lost limbs by that point had he not held a particular charm and a hedonistic paradise to smooth over any issues.
Getting into the estate as a player was extremely difficult and happened in only a few ways: you were invited, or you threw huge money at Alfie. Money he then used to pay off the debts, he dodged like the money he owed Tony.
“Mr. Rosehall has put you in one of the east wing suites. He remembers how you prefer the, uh, amenities there.’
Grieves was being polite. He knew as well as I did that those suites in particular had multiple points fitted for restraining sweet little subs, as well as a built in cage at the foot of the bed. No luxury was lost at Rosenhall Estate. They fit the rooms with all the mod cons you might need for the stay, as well as glistening bathrooms with dropped jacuzzi baths and showers big enough for multiple playmates. The rooms themselves maintained the original character of the building, with thick rugs under foot, covering ancient wooden floorboards. They boasted high ceilings and immense windows which looked out over the hills and lochs as the Scottish landscape stretched out of view. The beds were enormous, four posted monsters, ready for all manner of sordid deeds.
There wasn’t much that didn’t go on there.
You could fuck in the dining room in front of bemused guests, or whip your sub up the stairwell. You could bend over and take a cock in the forest or on the front steps if you pleased. There were dedicated playrooms, but most evenings everyone gathered in the grand old banquet hall around its multiple fireplaces and let their wildest fantasies come true.
