Taken By The Beast: A Forbidden Romance

By Cassandra Dee

Bridget: I went to secret party in the woods, and it was crazy. I saw things I never thought I’d see, and did things I never thought I’d do. But there was one particular guest who caught my eye: a hulking beast of a man, with broad shoulders, a thickly muscled chest, and a staff so huge that I trembled with need. Afterwards? Well, let’s just say that I’ll never be the same again.

Todd: I like to play hard and rough, and a woman who meets my needs is paramount. She should be curvy and wanton, with a sweet smile and a certain uninhibited manner about her. Then I meet Bridget. The beautiful blonde is everything a man could crave with her feisty ways and sassy shape. Soon, I’m pursuing the curvy girl because that’s my savage nature … and the hunt is ON.

In this tale, Bridget meets the man of her dreams who also happens to be built like a beast (or a horse, depending on how you see it!) But Sanctum’s known for its no holds barred parties, and this time, the scandal and filth will blow your mind! Pick up a fire extinguisher and have it ready because this is high heat romance at its best. This is a follow-up to The Virgin Hunt, but my books are standalones and do not need to be read in order. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: May 31, 2022

Book preview

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Bridget

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It’s late on Friday afternoon, and I’m bouncing on my toes.

"We haven’t had a customer in hours, Marcy, my coworker, whines with a pout. Why does Pamela have us both here? At least one of us could be at the Summer Bacchanal right now, living it up."

Ugh, I know, I say, sighing. Seriously, I wanted to go this week so badly because who knows what they’re doing? I giggle. Naked games? The horizontal push-ups? But here we are, just the two of us, I shrug.

Marcy grows even more despondent.

"Not that I don’t love you, Bridge, but seriously, you don’t compare to the hot men I could be meeting right now if we were at the party. Instead, we’re stuck here, staring at our reflections in the glass counters like a couple of morons."

I nod. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job selling cosmetics at an Estee Lauder counter, but on this point, I absolutely agree. I smile, trying to make things better.

"Oh well. Well hopefully Pamela gets hit by a truck soon because she deserves it in my opinion. My request to have this week off was denied even though I put it in an entire year ago. She said it was important that I ‘show team spirit’ and that I ‘play by the rules.’ I wave my arms around the empty department store. What rules? What team spirit? What people? We have no customers because it’s Friday night, and everyone’s having fun. They’re clearly not shopping for make-up because … da da dum … they already have their games faces on!"

Marcy sighs heavily again, her pretty features disappointed.

Yeah. Think of all the wild times we could be having at this very moment. All those gorgeous, virile men. God, I just can’t get over it.

I’m about to say something comforting when the sound of high heels clicking on tile greets my ears. My mouth snaps shut and I spin around to find Pamela mincing towards us in an 80’s style padded-shoulder blazer and pencil skirt. Her pointy nose and haughty expression make her look like Meryl Streep from that fashion movie where she tortured Anne Hathaway, her intern. Seriously. Pam’s look of distaste alone could kill.

Hi Pam, Marcy pipes up in a cheerful tone. Happy Friday!

Our manager merely sniffs.

Look sharp, ladies. You never know when a customer will appear out of thin air, she says before stalking away once more.

I straighten my shoulders and smile brightly, but as soon as she’s out of sight, I slump again. Again, I enjoy this job and it’s fun to play with cosmetics all day, but our manager just makes it so hard. Plus, at the moment, all I can think about is getting off work. I really want to get to Sanctum’s Summer Bacchanal, and to be honest, it’s all Marcy and I have been talking about for months. After all, it’s a once-a-year experience where Sanctum members get to enjoy themselves in the privacy of a huge estate in Long Island. We could be there right now, and yet we’re here instead. What a let down.

But the good part is that even though we’ve missed the first six days of hedonism already, there’s still tonight and then a few activities over the weekend. As a result, as soon as our shift ends, Marcy and I are going to grab an Uber and then head over. Like fanatics, my friend and I stare at the clocks on our phones, our eyeballs moving in unison. Finally, the timer hits six and our heads jerk up.

Yay, my friend mutters under her breath. Come on, Bridge, let’s bust this joint.

With that, the makeup counter is officially closed, and we practically run towards the break room before grabbing our bags. Then, I summon an Uber on my phone while Marcy uses the bathroom and within minutes, we’re ensconced in an SUV on our way to Long Island.

The scenery passes by in a blur, and to be honest, we’re too excited to talk because Sanctum’s known for its no-holds-barred parties. Both of us struggle into sexy outfits in the backseat, and then we sit practically vibrating with energy as the SUV finally pulls into a gated neighborhood. Mansions roll by, as well as huge estates that look fit for a king. Finally, however, we arrive at a long driveway before stopping in front a huge stone castle. Literally, the place looks like something from the Middle Ages with its grey turrets and stained glass windows. All they need is a drawbridge and some horses out front. But it’s time to party, and Marcy and I look at each other with excitement.

This is it, the driver announces.

Perfect. Thanks much! I wave before hopping out. Marcy merely scrambles out of the SUV without a word, and then we stand there in the circular gravel driveway. It’s dusk already, the sky a deep purple-blue, and stars can be seen twinkling dimly in the night sky.

Come on, my friend breathes eagerly. Let’s go find them because girl, I can’t wait another second.

Faint music can just barely be heard over the hum of crickets, and we make our way around the castle to the grounds in back. Goodness, this place really is fancy because the gardens are elaborate and ornate, as if we’ve just stepped into the gardens of Versailles. There are gorgeous topiaries, bushes cut into geometric shapes, and a fountain twice my height tinkling lightly.

But Marcy’s like a bloodhound on a scent, following a trail of tiki lamps down a path.

Come on Bridge! she mutters with determination. This way.

Treading lightly, we make our way past a gorgeous infinity pool that appears to go on forever, disappearing into the horizon.

Damn, now that’s a pool, Marcy whispers, her eyes wide. You could get lost in that thing!

It is, isn’t it? I murmur, just as awed. It looks you could fit two Olympic pools inside.

But we’re not here to swim, and continue forwards, our steps determined. The music grows stronger, and we follow the fairy lights until we get to the back of the property where a wooded glen awaits. It’s dimly lit, but I can make out people scattered around the clearing, chatting, laughing, and of course, enjoying themselves in the dirtiest of ways.

After all, Sanctum isn’t just your average private club. Instead, it’s a secret society for wealthy men who enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with gorgeous, nubile girls. The men pay a hefty membership fee, and in return they get to meet sassy women like myself and Marcy, who make ourselves available for naughty fun and games.

Sure enough, as we step into the glade, the music seems to crescendo in volume, even as a woman’s thin, reedy wail of pleasure sounds over the chords.

We’re definitely in the right place, my friend murmurs, already undoing the belt of her duster.

Oh yeah, I agree, similarly shedding my coat. This is going to be so fun, and I’m glad we came.

After all, Marcy and I aren’t here to disappoint. As we disrobe, our assets come into view and it’s utterly scandalous. Marcy’s clad in a lingerie set made of purple lace that’s so translucent that I can see the shadow of her nipples, as well as a dark vee between her thighs. Meanwhile, my red lace lingerie set is just as bad, if not worse. I’ve got a g-string on, the thin strip of lace disappearing between my big white cheeks, and my bra is nowhere near enough to contain my huge Double D’s. They spill out of the cups, enormous and creamy, and I tweak one nipple, giggling.

But there’s no time to waste because immediately, Marcy is approached by a man wearing a goat mask. I can’t see his face, but we do see his broad shoulders and the enormous appendage hanging between his legs. OMG, is