THE NEXT DAY WAS ALREADY WRITTEN.

The flowers had been ordered. The dress was pressed and hanging behind golden glass. The priest had confirmed. The cake? A six-tier masterpiece that cost more than most people’s homes.

The guest list was locked. Security was in place. Vows were written in blood.

Sky was becoming his wife. And Xavier was going to own her in front of the whole damn world.

But tonight?

Tonight wasn’t about promises.

It was about sin.

Because it was the night of the wedding.

And both Sky and Xavier were living the kind of fucking fantasy that would make the devil blush.

Two separate clubs.

Two separate...