Breed Me Dirty {Open wide. Take it raw. Beg for more}

DahliaI told myself I wouldn’t come.Even as the black car made its way up the long drive, my fingers clenched tight in my lap, and I whispered the same words I’d been repeating all day: Turn back. Turn back.But the driver didn’t hear me, or maybe he pretended not to, because the mansion loomed closer with every passing second.My heart beat so hard it hurt. What kind of woman sells herself for one night? What kind of woman signs a paper that says she’ll belong to a stranger until sunrise?Me.I was desperate. My mother’s hospital bills were piling up, my savings long depleted, and then this… opportunity had landed in my lap.I adjusted the thin silk mask over my face and tried not to think about how ridiculous I looked.The black dress they’d given me clung to every curve, shimmering beneath the lights. My dark hair was styled in deep waves, polished to perfection.My heels clicked too loudly as I stepped out of the car, guided by a man in a tux who didn’t bother to look me in the

DahliaHe pushed down the sleeves of my dress, exposing my breasts to him. My nipples puckered instantly as the cold air hit them. I wondered what went through his mind when he saw I wasn’t wearing underwear.Did he think I had done it for him? For the random stranger I was about to surrender my body to?As if he could read my mind, his hands traveled down my body and slipped between my thighs. I gasped.He chuckled lightly. “No underwear? I like it…”“The dress I had on d—”“Shh.” He pressed a finger against my lips. Rustling noises followed, and then I felt an ice cube touch my nipple. A sharp gasp escaped my lips. The sensation was unexpected, cold and shocking.He rubbed the ice in slow circles around one breast before moving to the other. He let the cube rest there, numbing me, and then his hot tongue lapped it up, taking both the ice and my nipple into his warm mouth.I sucked in a deep breath. He sucked with such fervor, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub, jolts of pain sparki

Lindsay The arrivals hall was buzzing with people, noisily dragging their suitcases to and fro, but I only had eyes for one person. I stood on the tip of my toes, my eyes darting around. I hadn’t seen him in years—not since he left for college. And the memory I had of him was still fixed in the shape of a boy; it’s not like he posted regularly on social media. He was tall, sure, but lanky, with that darned smirk he always seemed to have on his face. My stepbrother. That was all he was. So why did my stomach twist like this? I let out a big exhale. I was going to blame my nerves on excitement. I missed my brother, I told myself. I craned my neck as the line of passengers began to troop out from the gate, ignoring the flutters in my heart. I scanned each face, my heart tripping whenever I thought I’d spotted him, only to feel the letdown when it wasn’t him. Then I saw him. I sucked in a deep breath and stilled. He was taller than I remembered, or maybe I never noticed how t

Lindsay For my recklessness tonight, I made it my mission not to see Liam again, at least until morning. A small part of me still hoped I could salvage the situation. Today had been a mistake; maybe by tomorrow, we would have forgotten about the kiss—oh, who was I kidding? I wouldn’t be able to forget the feeling of his soft lips against mine, his hands roaming my body with an urgency and passion I had never felt before. It wasn’t the same as when my ex and I had been intimate that one time. This felt different. I had showered, slipped into a simple nightdress, and began scrolling through social media, but nothing could distract me from thinking about him. I even attempted to read a book, but it was futile. I let out an exasperated sigh. It was pointless. Liam had awakened a fire in me. I remembered the feeling of his bulge pressing against my ass. It took everything in me not to grind against him. Despite the restraints of his trousers, the size of his bulge had turned my

Eleanor I burst through the large mansion doors, my heels clicking loudly against the polished marble floor. My brunette hair was a mess, the makeup on my face caked, mascara smudged, and I had on the tiniest black tube dress. “Father!” I called out as I walked into the wide living area. “Where are you, Father?” I yelled in frustration. My lips were set in a deep frown. My small, lithe frame shook with the force of my anger. I bumped into Lara, the housekeeper. “Oh, Eleanor, you’re home already. I baked your favourite lemon cake and—” “Where’s Father?” Lara was a sweet woman, but now just wasn’t the time. I was seething. She pointed meekly at the stairs. I marched up. There was only one place Father would be at this hour. I opened the door forcefully, thinking it would be locked, but the strength I used sent it flying open, throwing me into the room. I stumbled forward. I had been in this room one too many times. This wouldn’t be the first fight we’d had here. In fact