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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2026 by Ollie This is a dark romance that contains triggering content and thus, isn’t suitable for readers under 18. It contains explicit sexual content and morally grey characters bordering on obsessive and possessive traits willing to ruin their lives for each other. This is not fit for anyone struggling with mental health or stuck in an abusive relationship. It is not to be misconstrued or mislabeled. This is strictly for entertainment purposes. All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, murder, bullying, family issues, domestic violence, self-harm, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism. Some kinks include: praise/size kink, degradation, brat kink, impact play, denied orgasm, forced orgasm, overstimulation, choking, filming of sexual acts, voyeurism, feet fetish, golden shower, exhibitionism, temperature play, findom, BDSM, and age gap. Readers discretion/warning: This is a work of fiction and not a guide to BDSM. Readers must understand the difference. I do not claim to be an expert in BDSM. All parties interested in the kinks mentioned here must conduct their own due diligence and not blindly follow everything written here. I highly advise readers to use their discretion before practicing BDSM, especially when it comes to consent which I’m totally big on. Again, I do not condone the stuff that happens in this book. Liberties were taken a lot here especially with the business and pharmacology angles. I take all the blame for that. The book will be more drama/erotic-based anyway. Here, you’ll find a controlling, obsessive, jealous male Dom and a bratty female sub. If that isn’t your cup of tea, please do not read this book. With this story, I wanted to do a lot of things differently but the one angle that stands out to me is the child/pregnancy trope. I’ve always read a lot of books that utilize children/pregnancy as a trope and plot point. I’ve done it in the past with my books, but as a proud member of the childfree-by-choice community, I felt it is about time I represent that tiny section of humanity too. I wanted to subvert the pregnancy trope. My characters here are adamantly child-free. I apologize to anyone this might offend, but I just wanted to try something different. This book is not ideal for anyone with fragile moral sensibilities who might be easily triggered by the actions and decisions of the main characters. This is all strictly for entertainment. I do not condone nor do I excuse some of the actions of the characters. I’m merely writing to entertain my readers! You’re free to stop reading at any time you feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance because it is not my desire to harm your sensibilities. Furthermore, I was meticulous in my research for this book, especially when it comes to BDSM but I am merely mortal. I take full accountability for any errors one might find here. Please leave a comment and I’ll make the necessary changes. Similarly, music is extremely essential to me as a creative writer. I depend on music as the other medium I use to inspire creativity. To me, music and literature go hand-in-hand so every time I write, a specific song is playing in my head to accompany my scenes. I’ll say these songs are so vital to me because they’re intertwined with some of the scenes I create. Some scenes are directly inspired by the song playing in my head at any given time. Music helps me visualize a lot. I can hear the sound in my head as the scene plays out and pours out of my fingers when I write. For instance, the car sex scenes are extremely fund because I can hear Beyonce’s PARTITION playing in my head. I can hear the song in the car radio as my protagonists tear their clothes off and drivers try to pretend not to notice what’s happening in the backseat. I’m a huge fan of Chase Atlantic, Arctic Monkeys, the neighbourhood, Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd, Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, Beyonce, etc. Their voices accompany me when I write. Now, this is my most basic, modern taste in music. I limit that taste to contemporary music when I’m writing contemporary works. So, you’ll find them scattered across this work. I apologize to the readers who might be offended or unimpressed by this. pardon my lack of taste, but feel free to make up your own playlist. You’ll find mine below just to give you a direction: PLAYLIST: Ariana Grande, The Weeknd – Love harder. Ariana Grande, Future – Everyday Ariana Grande – Dangerous woman. Arctic Monkeys – Do I wanna know? Arctic Monkeys – I wanna be yours. Arctic Monkeys – 505 Beyonce – Partition Beyonce – All night long. Beyonce – Drunk in love Beyonce – XO Beyonce – Morning Dew(Donk) Baby Bash, T-pain – Cyclone. Chase Atlantic – into it. Chase Atlantic – Meddle about. Chase Atlantic – Swim. Chase Atlantic – Slow down. Doja Cat – Candy Doja Cat – Streets Doja Cat – Been like this. Don Tolliver – No pole Flo Rida, T-pain – Low. Gunna, Burna boy – WGFT Jhene Aiko, Swae Lee – Sativa Kehlani – Gangster. Lah Pat, Flo Millie – Rodeo(Remix) Michael Jackson – Chicago. Michael Jackson – Heaven can wait. Michael Jackson – Dirty Diana Selena Gomez - The heart wants what it wants. Selena Gomez - Good for you. Selena Gomez – Same old love. Taylor Swift – Dress. Taylor Swift – Labyrinth. Taylor Swift – The Great War. Taylor Swift – You’re losing me . The Weeknd – House of Ballons/table girls. The Weeknd – The hills. The neighbourhood ft Syd – Daddy issues. Usher – Hey Daddy(Daddy’s home) These are extremely popular songs so feel free to create your own playlists. Finally, sit back, relax, and enjoy this wild ride with me. I can’t wait to see where this book and characters take us. I’m betting it’s gonna be fun!Jazz's POV Oh my God, what am I doing here? Alone? With him? What has gotten into me? I'm not usually this reckless. I should've stopped the car when he gave me the opportunity. I should've left when he first made his proposition to me. My pride and ego had wanted to reject him. But I'd been weak, too helpless and fucking needy. Even before he touched me, even before he made me combust with orgasm in a way I'd never experienced before, the risk of it all had been too thrilling to pass up on. I knew I wanted this, him, when he slipped his fingers into me and made me cum so violently. The car session had been full of promises of things to come. It no longer mattered that he was offering money; I wanted him to fuck me for free. His customized room in Scarlet’s looks like something out of an erotic novel. I stare in disbelief. It is designed entirely in leather and gleaming polished wood. You'd think you'd stepped into a world of deviancy: a giant bed in the cente
Zeke’s POV Despite her protests, she moans and gasps into my mouth, spreading her legs open for me. She tastes like sin, hedonistically sweet, and forbidden. My finger dip into the vast wetness between her thighs. So creamy, so wet, making my cock twitch hungrily. Her face is twisted in a pained expression, reeking of need and desperation. I can see that she’s concentrating her full attention on holding herself back. Her body is terse. I lower my face to her neck, nuzzling, filling my lungs with her scent. I brush a finger across her clit lightly, eliciting a fiery jerk of her body. She groans, eyes darting to my driver ahead of us. “What about…he’s gonna see us,” she whispers. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t see a thing. It’s part of his contract agreement,” I return, amused. “Still, we can’t….” she whispers hoarsely as my fingers flicker on her clit. I nuzzle close to her cheek. “We can do whatever we want in my car, baby,” I return, pushing a finger inside
Jazz’s POV “Excuse me? What?” are the only words that come out of my mouth. What the actual fuck? Chase Atlantic’s ‘Meddle about’ comes on the car radio, making the air in the car grow tighter, tenser. My body tightens in response. Zeke is unperturbed by my outrage. “You heard me, what do you say?” I can’t believe this. I take a quick look around. Maybe Mr. Green had actually succeeded in choking me to death and this is hell ‘cause this can’t be real. He can’t be real right now. I peer into his eyes to see if he’s serious. A quiet tremor runs down my spine when our eyes meet. He’s actually dripping with unfiltered desire. His eyes are still so intense, pure gray and gleaming. He couldn’t hide his true emotions even if he tried. I see myself reflected in those gleaming intense eyes. He is a controlled man. Nothing about him screams indecision. Including his request. I am taken aback by how serious he sounds, and stunned. Only a man like Zeke Knight can boldly make this
Zeke’s POV I hold her for a few more seconds before she recovers and backs away from me in a hurry. Her eyes are wide in shock and intrigue. She stares at me with an intoxicating expression, her long lashes batting aggressively. Her beauty is dazzling and had no need for artificial assistance. Her bare face is compelling. The only sign of makeup on her is the oil coating her plump lips. Her dirt-blond hair is gathered into a messy bun atop her head with small tendrils falling attractively, framing her face. The skin around her face is smooth, her cheekbones sharp. Her green eyes are tinged with attractive rings of blue in her irises. Those eyes… Those lips… That body… That hair…. What would she look like with that hair cascading down her back? Or when I gripped it tight, pulling her head back? My body jerks with an almost violent need, a fierce desire to possess her. I ached to work my lips all over her body, to feel the plumpness of her skin, the softness of her lip
Jazz’s POV Okay, first thing you need to know about me? My life is falling apart. Not only am I on the verge of being evicted from the apartment I used to share with my boyfriend, Kev, because he ran off with his co-worker sticking me with all the bills….. and my fucked-up addict sister, Summer, has decided to move in with me… …but I’m pretty sure my supervisor, Mr. Green, is going to fire me if I don’t sleep with him soon. The jerk won’t stop harassing me. He is standing right behind me now, sniffing my neck shamelessly. Middle-aged, fat, ugly, the man’s having some sort of mid-life crisis since his divorce and for some reason, he thinks pestering me to sleep with him will fill the giant-sized hole that his ex-wife left inside him. Normally, I would entertain him. Maybe flirt a little. Maybe let him touch up on me a little to keep my job. But today has absolutely been shit to me and I’m really not in the mood to be sexually assaulted. “Mr. Green, I’m trying to work her
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2026 by OllieThis is a dark romance that contains triggering content and thus, isn’t suitable for readers under 18. It contains explicit sexual content and morally grey characters bordering on obsessive and possessive traits willing to ruin their lives for each other. This is not fit for anyone struggling with mental health or stuck in an abusive relationship. It is not to be misconstrued or mislabeled. This is strictly for entertainment purposes. All scenes are fictitious! Some triggers include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss, blackmail, graphic sex and sexual harassment, psychotic displays, dub-con, forced coercion, kidnapping, revenge porn,







