Web of Seduction: The Playground Series, #1

By brittney L. divine

An orgasmic tale of betrayal, love, and madness...

Dominic Braxton is a one-man mafia, more beast than man, and the master of three things: money, sex, and crime. He uses them all to rule a global financial empire. The secret to his success is his unique DNA.

Dominic's half human/half incubus demon blood enables and compels him to use seduction and violence to crush anyone, but this time is different.

This time it's her.

Zena Sinclair is the wife of his best friend and the most fascinating female that Dominic has ever met. Her sexual hunger matches his own, and even as she slips into his trap, she is determined to help him vanquish his enemies.

Can her fierce loyalty and love alter his sinister intentions, or will she be broken and destroyed by Dominic's deadly web of seduction?

WARNING: This tale contains strong language, violence, and other potential triggers. It is not suitable for minors or anyone sensitive to certain subjects.

If you dare to navigate this silky path that drips with ecstasy and howls with insanity, then step into the sensual mouth of the beast.

Hopefully, you'll make it out alive.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bontheia Richardson
• Release date: Feb 10, 2019
• ISBN: 9781795734097

brittney L. divine

Brittney L. Divine is a paranormal romance author who has always been fascinated with the dark side. She spins tales that are designed to plunge her readers into the passionate but demented taboos of love and life between her fantasy characters and humans.

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PROLOGUE

DOMINIC

Present Day

My name is Dominic Braxton. I’m just a normal guy, who lives a normal life. I like action movies, poker night with the fellas and a good lay now and then. I give women flowers and candy when I’m supposed to and treat them with respect.

A throat clears in the dark room.

Now I’m aggravated. Fuck it, I’m a goddamn criminal, half sex demon, and I destroyed the woman I loved. That’s my life!

I smile deviously when the shadow belonging to the little nuisance sitting across from me jumps at the sound of my loud voice. I can’t see her face, but I’ll bet her eyes had nearly popped out of her blonde head.

The only lights in the pitch-black room were coming from a door to my far right and the bright bulb that blared from the camera propped on ‘Miss. Goody Two Shoes’ desk.

Mr. Braxton there is a lot more to it than that, and can you please refrain from using that kind of language?

Fuck you. How’s that for language?

But as miserable as I am, I had made a promise, this had to be done. I sigh in defeat and speak with as much fake cheer as I can muster.

Fine, let’s begin with my employment: Unless I’m buried balls-deep in pussy, my time is spent running my own criminal organization. The only difference between myself and other mafia bosses is instead of preying on the weak I shake down the rich and powerful.

A genius IQ and head for numbers have made me obscenely wealthy and one of the few men feared by the one percent. Everyone from diplomats to drug kingpins’ dances eagerly to my tune. I help them keep their wealth in the electronic age, but I can also take it away. Imagine a person who knows where the world’s richest people keep their funds and can access them at any time.

I have a supernatural intellect because I’m also a Cambion. A Cambion is any demon-human hybrid.

A long time ago, the Creator made the first man. Some of the Big Guy’s soldiers decided to make trouble. He then exiled the mutineers from the Eternal Lands and locked the little buggers in the Underworld, never to be free.

But who knew? They like to fuck! While the Exiled Ones remain securely imprisoned their kids, also known as demons, slip out when the earth gets indigestion and belches and farts the bastards out in the form of a bad volcano.

One of those crumb-snatchers who escaped was my father Matthias, an incubus. Dear old dad somehow fell in love with a Cherokee woman named Butterfly.

Her cunt must have been some powerful shit to make a damn demon fall in love because that ain’t normal pussy, people.

Now there’s a lot more to the story but I don’t have time to explain all that bullshit so just deal with it. My Grandpa is Satan. I for one, am glad I wasn’t left to bounce on his knee but that means I’m half sex demon and half human.

Anyway, being a Cambion means I have some cool extras that other males don’t. I’m stronger and faster than the average man. I have the power of sexual persuasion and can use it to carry out some pretty bad shit.

I’ve got a few weaknesses, but those will remain my secret for now.

Trust gets people killed and so does love. The probability of me falling in love was slim to none unless you count my bulletproof black Aston Martin Vanquish.

Nope, love was not in my DNA... until her.

My Sweet Thing. I drugged her and fed the cravings the addiction produced. She loved every minute of it until the monster came out, but by then it was too late.

I was the instrument of her destruction and knew exactly what she thought just before meeting her demise: she wished she had never laid eyes on me.

Too bad a woman can’t take back pussy.

CHAPTER 1

ZENA

One year ago

Love tunes echoed through the elaborately decorated red and white ballroom as my new husband and I finished our first dance as man and wife. I never thought I would be so happy. We were in love, despite being opposites in almost every way.

I taught Ancient History at NYU but was born and raised in North Carolina. In short, I was a country girl who liked to catch, clean and fry my own fish. I walked around barefoot every chance I got and even though I could change my own oil, there was no way I would because I had snagged a billionaire.

Gabriel Duncan Sinclair was CEO of Helicon, the parent company of several auction houses, galleries, theatres, and anything else that dealt with the arts.

Six feet tall with honey blond hair, dark sapphire eyes and a body like a wrestler, he was my everything and I was his.

I was over the moon and... I had to pee.

Gabriel gave me a long but tender kiss and I excused myself to the ladies’ room.

After fighting my Vera Wang wedding gown, I did my business, stepped out into the hall, and was nearly run down by a woman with greying auburn hair. She was in her forties, had an astonishing number of freckles, and wore a black A-line dress with patent leather pumps to match.

I assumed she was one of Gabriel’s guests and attempted to move around her.

Excuse me, I said before I tried to pass, but she just moved right in front of me again.

You don’t even know who I am, do you? She laughed in amusement, but her eyes flashed with hot anger.

No, should I?

I’m here to save your life.

I did not like where the conversation was going. A girl was not supposed to get into a catfight on her wedding day, but it was past time for politeness.

"You look a little old for Gabriel but you’re not the first skank to crawl out of the woodwork since he and I got together. I didn’t put up with them and I won’t put up with you."

I sashayed my five-feet-nothing frame right up to her, looked her dead in the eye, put my hand on my hip, and glared. My Southern accent always became more pronounced whenever I got angry. Now get the hell out of my way before I stomp a mudhole into your ass.

You’re just as bloodthirsty as your husband. Maybe you helped him. Is that what gets you two off?

I gasped in shock, but the intruder was determined to be heard.

Madeline was my niece. She was only seventeen and your husband murdered her. When they found her body, it had been torn apart!

CHAPTER 2

DOMINIC

I’ll take care of this, I said to Gabriel as he led Zena back to their reception.

Alrighty, just when my evil half needed a little excitement, in walked a big mouthed redhead.

Heather Riley had been running around New York for six months telling everyone who would listen that Gabriel had something to do with her niece’s death. The woman should have given up, there was no proof. I mean yes, Gabriel had fucked her but so had I.

I had met Madeline at Gabriel’s cabin in the Catskills. She was naked and on her knees in his basement, surrounded by sex toys, and had Gabriel’s cock shoved so far down her throat that I wondered at first if my poor friend was stuck. Horney as hell, I had bumped Gabriel out of the way and took his spot.

Since Madeline was with him, I just assumed that the chick was eighteen. Plus, it had all been very consensual and the girl had sucked cock like a twenty-five-year-old porn star. Anyway, that was the last time I saw her.

But instead of giving up or waiting for the cops to find the killer Ms. Riley decided to sneak into the reception and scream at Gabriel’s wife. Sweet little Zena did not need to know anything about me and her husband’s other life. Neither of us was totally legal. Gabriel was a little short of sanity and I was bankrupt morally.

I shifted smoothly, just enough to draw Heather’s attention. Eye contact was all that I needed to snag her into my web.

Hello. It was softly spoken in a certain tone meant to soothe. Once she turned to look me in the eye her demeanor changed from ready to fight to, willing to please.

My name is Dominic. May I call you Heather?

Of course, you can. Heather smiled, and I knew I had her.

Moving closer, stroking her face with the back of my hand, and speaking seductively I said, I’ve never seen red hair so vibrant and sensual. I was just wondering, is it red... everywhere?

Older women were good in the sack. They had fewer sexual hang-ups which made them both adventurous and extremely responsive. Being half sex demon, I was attracted to all women, and though my preference was females; I had been known to do men as well.

I had a boyfriend once. The sex was good but of course, I cheated and that was that. Women have an extra hole. As far as I was concerned; the more holes, the merrier.

After some finger fucking for her, and a hand job for me, Heather gave up her address. Then I sent her on her way and dialed Shadow, my ‘assassin on retainer’.

Yes, I had one of those, and he believed in minimal contact. In eight years, I had only heard his voice once. For the most part, I did my own killing but in case I was otherwise occupied I kept him because he was dependable and precise.

There’s been an accident in the Bronx. I rattled off the address and proceeded with a description. That was code for, ‘make it look like an accident’.

A beautiful middle-aged redhead named Heather Riley was the only one hurt, but it’s a damn shame she’s gone. That meant, ‘kill her and only her’.

I hung up. Heather was going to be reunited with her niece. Smiling, I realized I could call it a good deed.

That’s me, always bringing families together. I could justify my sins just like everyone else.

I straightened my tux and hurried back inside. Ordering an execution was slightly arousing for my demon half but I would rather eat a dead cunt than do what I had to do after that: The Best Man’s speech. That was my last thought before...

Boom!

An explosion sent me sailing through the spring air and across the yard.

CHAPTER 3

DOMINIC

I could barely hear, and everything was bleary, but I had to get up and find Zena... and Gabriel.

I staggered as quickly as I could toward the mansion. It was a wreck, but the place was so big that the explosion probably hadn’t killed everyone.

The front of the tan brick Chateau was gone but the rest looked alright. When I reached the rubble, I felt someone grab me, but I shook them off and kept going.

As I looked across the sea of wood and brick my heart began to race. Zena! I yelled. I cannot lose her... uh, them. I didn’t stop to examine why most of my fears centered only around Zena’s safety, but just the thought of her death had caused panic to set in.

I stumbled over the debris despite protests from people around me. As I had suspected, the back half of the mansion was still intact. In front, windows and bricks had been violently blown from the frame.

I coughed and scanned the rubble. Dangling wires sparked, and small fires burned what looked like drapes and furniture. On the up-side, I was glad the gaudy black and white chair that Gabriel’s mom had loved so much was gone. Too bad the explosion hadn’t come twenty years earlier and killed that bitch of a woman instead. I would have thrown a fucking parade.

Then I stopped, closed my eyes and listened; it sounded like someone was calling for help. I shook my head, hoping to clear the ringing from my ears. It helped enough that I heard Gabriel and followed his voice to where his office should have been.

Why was he there? But forget that. I caught Gabriel in a bear-hug then asked him, Where is Zena?.

The kitchen, Zena told me she was going to the kitchen.

I looked to where the kitchen used to be. It was totally destroyed. If Zena had been in that room, then there was no way she could have survived.

I felt my world disappearing. It was like being in a tunnel. I took a deep breath and told myself that she was still alive. Then I heard a noise.

Unsure if my ears could be trusted, I focused hard. I was sure there were garbled grunts coming from about fifty feet to our left.

I squinted my eyes and pointed to a pile that seemed to move.

Gabriel look, I whispered.

We nearly fell moving through the wreckage. It appeared to be a big man who was trying to get up. His tux had been scorched from the explosion, he was very large and must have weighed about three hundred pounds.

The guy was lying on his stomach and when I cautiously approached him, I realized that he wasn’t moving at all. There was something white wriggling underneath him.

Zena, in her wedding dress, was trying to push the big man off her petite body. The stream of names that she called Gabriel and me as we gaped was colorful.

Gabriel and I looked at each other and I asked him, What exactly is a Bear-Rilla?

I don’t know but it can’t be good.

We carefully removed the big and very dead man from the irate bride’s body.

When Zena stood up, covered in food, dust, and God knows what else, she hit Gabriel with a large metal bowl that she had retrieved from the rubble at her feet.

As I watched the small woman pummeling the back of my very tall and muscled best friend while wearing a torn and dirty wedding dress, it became obvious just how lovely and unique she was.

It was as if I were seeing her for the first time.

What a woman, I whispered to myself.

How had my buddy gotten someone like her? Beauty and brains could be found any day of the week, but beauty, brains, and balls were a rare combination to find in one woman.

Zena was kind, smart, funny and strong. Not to mention she had a body that would stop traffic. Gabriel had caught me watching her a time or two, but that woman would have made a man hard if she wore a burlap sack.

Long, thick mahogany hair, flawless olive skin, and hypnotic hazel eyes gave her an exotic look. She could have been a witch. I bet she has a spellbinding pussy.

Their marriage was going to be a bumpy ride, but they would be fine because they had me.

That meant: they were fucked.

At least Ms. Heather Riley was a dead bitch walking. I would never have thought she had the balls to plant a bomb but looks usually were deceiving. I had made the right call by ordering her to be killed, but then I always made good decisions when it came to criminal activity.

CHAPTER 4

ZENA

Eight months after the wedding

I was in my home office when the butler, Ollie, informed me that Dominic was at the door. Moving too quickly, I knocked my iced coffee off the desk and onto the front of my favorite beige capris.

Damn it! Aggravated, I wondered inhospitably, what could he want?

It wasn’t that I didn’t like Dominic. He had always been very kind to me, and Gabriel loved him like a brother. Indeed, most of what I knew about him came from my husband. I suspected my problem was how fine the man was.

I loved my husband dearly and would never betray him, but Dominic was so handsome that he just drew people. When he walked into a room even men stared. He was like a big magnet. Having that much charisma was dangerous, and I had never been alone in a room with him.

I grabbed a towel, tried to clean myself up, and instructed the butler to have Dominic wait in the living room. It took me a few minutes to straighten my mess and put my papers away but mostly I was just stalling. It made no sense for me to be so nervous, yet I trembled like a virgin bride.

Our home was a bit dark due to Gabriel’s fondness for what he called ‘manly colors’. The walls were painted in a deep red. He had once told me the proper name for the shade, but as far as I was concerned it was a bit simpler. Red was just... red.

The deep brown leather couch, loveseat, and chair together with dark brown wood paneling gave the room a sort of an ‘old uppity grandpa’ feel. The floor throughout the penthouse was dark hardwood but the living room had old, ugly, but probably expensive, red and brown throw rugs.

The artwork was sparse. There was a particularly large Picasso on one end of the room, a portrait of Gabriel over the fireplace, and a few photos lined the mantel.

If it weren’t for the large flat-screen television one would have expected to find an aristocrat sitting in the corner, wearing a smoking jacket, and sipping port. I needed to put my foot down and get some redecorating done.

Scanning the room, I realized that Dominic was nowhere to be found. Perhaps my stalling had worked, and he had gotten tired of waiting. I sighed in relief.

You’re wet.

I froze. If black silk could speak, then it would sound like Dominic Braxton. He was right behind me. So close, I could almost feel his sweet-smelling breath in my hair. The scent, however, eluded me.

Um, what did you say? I turned toward him and took a step back, but for the life of me, I could not look into his eyes and focused on his necktie.

Your clothes are wet. Looks like you spilled some coffee. I hope you didn’t burn yourself. Go grab something dry and I’ll bring you the first-aid kit.

When he moved to guide me down the hall I jumped as if I had been scalded.

No! I let out a nervous chuckle and attempted to get a grip. What I mean is, it was iced coffee.

Oh.

I backed up and studied him.

Dominic was about thirty, and a few inches over six feet, but instead of being bulky like my husband he was leaner. Broad shoulders were covered by a dark blue tailored suit and crisp white dress shirt. A light green silk tie made his sea green eyes stand out. They were the only sign that he’d had a Caucasian father.

The ebony, long and thick lashes surrounding those orbs should have given him a feminine look, but his square jaw and heavy winged brows balanced his features perfectly.

He was definitely all man.

Dominic’s Native American mother had blessed him with smooth caramel skin, and his long but layered jet-black hair gleamed like raven’s wings and freely flowed between his shoulder blades. It looked so soft and beautiful, I had always wondered what kind of conditioner he used.

Gabriel said once that in Dominic’s line of work, it was best to learn to control one’s facial expressions, so it was sometimes