Revelations

Copyright 1-11799981611 Rebecca Rathe

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Dedicated to the misfits, the weirdos, the ones who never seem to belong.

To the neurodivergent, the queer ones, the rebels and the freaks.

May we rise up, take charge, and make the world a better place.

Author’s Note

Revelations is a DARK paranormal MMMFM romance. This book contains very dark themes and explicit sexual content, as well as strong content guidance warnings. These include, but are not limited to: dub con, violence, torture, abuse, captivity, forced proximity, degradation, bondage, blood/gore, assault, deprivation, mental manipulation, possession, murder, war, starvation, discussion about abortion, and religious imagery.

If you do not like very dark romance and violence, this is not the book for you.

Prologue

My back slams painfully against the tile of the bathroom wall, hard enough to force some of the breath out of me. That’s going to hurt tomorrow. I love it.

I shouldn’t be here, in a dingy club bathroom stall, dry humping a stranger against the wall with my dress hiked up around my waist. This is dangerous, but my body is rebelling against my better judgment. My vagina has taken over my brain and is making its own decisions now, and I just can’t stop.

This can’t happen.

The handsome stranger I met on the dancefloor an hour ago presses into me, grinding against my center. I’m so turned on that it’s nearly enough to set me off. His lips leave a scorching trail across my collarbone and up my neck before he takes my mouth, his tongue colliding with mine. A spark of heat shoots down my spine, a flood of wetness soaking my panties.

Fuck. Stop now, Diya. Stop!

There’s something about this man that I just can’t resist no matter how hard I fight against my baser impulses, and I wonder fleetingly if my victims feel this defenseless—like a mouse caught in a hypnotizing sex trap.

A loud moan escapes me as his fingers grasp the flesh of my ass, gripping harshly as he rolls his hips into my groin. His nostrils flare as if he is scenting my arousal and the impression I got earlier, that this man probably isn’t human, comes to mind again. Too distracted for my own good, I don’t spend much time considering what he could be. The idea that he can smell how turned on I am clouds my judgment further and I fall deeper into the spell that my body weaves.

I should push him away—I will push him away.

I just need one more taste. One more minute.