Once A Myth Read online Pepper Winters (Goddess Isles #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Goddess Isles Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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Serenity fell with birdsong and soft waves lapping at the sand.

I didn’t look back as security guards stepped forward, snatched Mr. Danrea, and stuffed him back into the helicopter.

The lost money meant nothing.

I had too much to ever spend.

This wasn’t about business anymore.

This was about fantasy.

About freedom.

About fucking.

This was my world, and I was master here.

My island, where I was the law-maker and ruler.

Where I played gods and monsters with goddesses who loved me. Wanted me. Served me.

Who spent their immortality shackled and subservient at my feet.

* * * * *

My office was off-limits to everyone.

No cleaners entered, no staff of any kind. The floors were swept by yours truly. The shelves dusted by a man with untold wealth and severe control issues.

When I’d first found my archipelago, I’d stood on the larger of the forty-four small islands and ushered the real estate agent away. I’d sent him soaring off in his company helicopter, so I could explore the land in peace. I was the only human in the midst of inquisitive parrots and tree frogs, jewelled fish and lethal anemones.

I walked from shore to shore, trading my crisp suit for rolled-up sleeves and dirt-smeared loafers. And in the silence of nature and priceless serenity, I saw a paradise just waiting to be plucked from heaven and tempted deep into sin.

The palm trees rustled with lust, their fronds fondling the warm tropical breeze. The sand whispered about sex and pleasure. The privacy promised any desires would be welcomed.

I hadn’t been in the business of flesh peddling. I’d had no intention of using another’s assets against them. However, I’d always been shrewd and ruthless, and if I spotted an opportunity…well, I was an opportunist.

As I’d waited for the real estate agent to return, I’d hastily plotted out a business that sprung from debauchery and debasement. I’d always swung toward the darker desires. I’d sampled the underworld of what was on offer in every major city around the world.

And I’d found nothing satisfying.

The clubs where submission and dominance promised titillating desire had been infiltrated by too many wannabes. The hard-core play had become contrived. The truth of no boundaries or borders no longer real.

Subs came with strings.

Clubs came with contracts.

And the permission between legal and illegal became blurred by men who sought to use other’s exploitation for their own gain.

And now, I’m one of them.

I smirked at the irony. I shook my head at the inevitability.

Flipping open my laptop, I typed in the thirteen-key password and swiped my fingerprint. The gauzy white curtains fluttered by the open driftwood doors. The squawks of parrots and the squabble of local squirrels fighting over the offerings of fresh fruit I placed on the intricately carved bird table each morning serenaded me.

I’d bought these islands for me.

To hide. To be free.

After running my parents’ pharmaceutical company for a decade, after their yacht sank off the coast of Indonesia, I’d returned to the same area to pay my respects. They had no graves. There were no headstones to confess to. Just clear turquoise water and twinkling islands just waiting to be owned.

Without Sinclair & Sinclair Group, I would never have been able to afford such an impetuous and impromptu purchase. As it was, thanks to my parents’ hard work investing in young scientists, along with my own natural inclination toward lab work and ability to cook up new drugs with untried recipes, the company went from private to public to unstoppable.

A billion-dollar behemoth that stole hospital and pharmacy contracts worldwide, undercutting and outperforming so many other household brands of medicine.

Thanks to my tireless work and giving my soul to that company, I had very deep pockets indeed.

So deep, in fact, I’d never reach the bottom or figure out a total number because, each day, that wealth continued to grow. It grew organically, drunk on success, attracting more and more yields, allowing me to buy the secrecy and skills of a very special group of scientists—who I’d personally worked with previously—who ensured my Goddess Isles was more than I’d ever dreamed it could be.

It wasn’t just a paradise.

It was a fantasy.

Multiple untold fantasies. Countless whimsical wishes. Endless mythical desires.

In so many fucking delicious ways.

A new email waited to be read, delivered by the secret server and encoded with impenetrable firewalls. Clicking on the message, I skimmed the content.

To: S.Sinclair@goddessisles.com

From: 89082@gmail.com

Subject: New Employee

Dear Mr. Sinclair,

An employee fitting the description you provided us with has just been acquired by our recruiting agency. She has been prepared for her new role. She will arrive for duty at five a.m. local time two days from now.

We appreciate your on-going dealings.

No sign-off. No name. No hint of the traffickers who did the unthinkable.

I re-read the email, seeing the truth behind the lies and the honesty of what I was.

A girl fitting your request has been found and abducted. She has been held for the required time to ensure no police or embassy searches will be a problem. She will be yours by dawn in two days.


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