«Foursome» by Daisy Rose

Bethanie helps men realize their
fantasies of being heroes in their own stories…for a price. She plays the damsel in distress, trapped in a dungeon, eagerly awaiting their rescue.


When three handsome black men appear
with a scenario none of the girls wanted to play out, she is chosen. She plays
the damsel, but the men aren't there to rescue her…


“Foursome” is the second standalone
love story in “Dark Desires,” a series that is as dark as it is steamy.


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Excerpt ~~~~~


“How was the guy?” she asked. She was rarely briefed about her knights. The manager claimed it kept
things fresh for the customers but she knew part of it was to keep her in
suspense. Keeping her in the dark made her surprise more genuine. Customers
can't really tell if the surprise came from disappointment or joy, after all.


She drew in a deep breath and waited
for him to answer. She had only been alone for two hours but it felt like an eternity. Her wrists and ankles ached from being chained up for so long. She wished they had installed hidden doors or something, so she didn't have to wait
for so long.


“He was very strong,”
Stephen said. He guarded the room alongside several other guards and made it a
challenge for their customers to get past. They had to make sure that the customers always won in the end. “We didn't even have to pretend to lose,” he chuckled.


“Oh,” she voiced, raking
her head for the men they had interviewed so far. A bigger man then, she thought. There were a few of those that were due to arrive around this time of the year.


She had met with all of her knights
prior to the games. It was important that they form an understanding, so they
would know what was okay to do and what was not. She was quite a favorite as a
prize for the game, not just for her more voluptuous body but because she was
okay with a little pain. In fact, she welcomed it.


«Bethanie umm…" he cleared
his throat. It crackled slightly in the system. “Do you think you're free
to-"


Silence greeted her abruptly. Her heart quivered as she waited for him to continue. He was going to ask her out.
Finally. She had been giving him all the right signals for months. She was
starting to think that her job was the reason why he wanted to steer clear of her.


“Stephen?” she called out after a moment. There was no response. “Stephen?” she tried again.


The dim light from the corners of the room went off abruptly, warning her that the challenger was just a floor
away now. She could hear the sound of things moving beneath her. Books and metal decorative items were being thrown to the floor. Underneath the desk was a box where a key was hidden. She jumped when she heard the sound of the desk
being pushed to the floor. The man wasn't being quiet about what he was doing.


There was a book on the desk that
detailed the reason why she was here. From then, it was an easy matter to get
to the secret door to reach her.


Not for the first time since she
started working there, she wished she had a way of seeing the man before he arrived.


She heard the sound of the key going
into the lock and waited with batted breath for the door to open.


Now she knew why the manager had been
grinning when she saw her this morning. He was a beast. The giant of a man was
capable of filling the entire door. He was wearing a simple loincloth and it clung dangerously loosely at his hips.


She gulped and lowered her gaze to the wooden
floor. She remembered him…