The Darkest Hour
Lauren Smithover the deskteacher from suite life on deckim in love with my professorthree years made her cold
The pleading eyes, tear-stained faces, the terror and screams coming from the scene stationshere was a hell like nothing Kenzie had ever seen.
"Royce" She gripped his hand tighter, her heart racing.
"I know, babe. I know." The look of cold rage on his face told her he felt the same. They had entered Dante's Inferno. This was not BDSM. People who lived that lifestyle knew that activities between patrons had to be safe, sane, and most importantly, consensual. There was none of that here.
"Anderson?" The tall dark-haired man who called out to them was gorgeous and, given his accent, Russian. He wore his suit the same way Royce did, like a second skin.