LOGINRae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time. So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees. She expected nerves. She expected heat. She didn’t expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone. He didn’t ask for her name. He just whispered, “Dance for me, kitten.” And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible. But her world shatters when she walks into her mother’s house… and finds him standing in the living room. Because the man who owned her body last night? Is her stepfather’s brother. Her step-uncle. Now he’s living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one’s around. He says it was supposed to be one night. But the way he touches her? The way he stares at her like he’s starving? He doesn’t want to let go. And neither does she. Even if it means losing everything.
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I wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. But I did. Sitting on the edge of Zara’s bed, clutching a throw pillow like it could swallow my shame. “I still haven’t lost it,” I muttered, eyes fixed on the floor. Zara’s head snapped around. “Wait. Still?! I thought you and Caleb-?” “Yeah, that’s the problem.” I groaned. “We tried. And by tried, I mean... he couldn’t even get it in.” Zara’s jaw dropped. “You’re joking.” “I wish I was.” I sank deeper into the pillow, face burning. “It was awkward. He kept apologizing, saying he was nervous. And I…I just couldn’t stop overthinking. Then his mom called, and that was the end of it.” Zara blinked. Then covered her mouth like she was about to explode. And she did. Into laughter. “Oh my God, Rae. You poor, innocent cupcake.” “Don’t laugh! I’m so traumatized.” “I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at boys,” she said, flopping beside me. “You deserve better than some soft-spoken college baby who doesn’t know the difference between a G-spot and a G****e map.” I groaned louder. “No, listen. I’m serious.” Her voice suddenly dropped to that dangerous whisper she always used right before trouble. “What you need... is a man.” I side-eyed her. “Define man.” “Someone older. Experienced. Someone who’s going to ruin you - in the best way possible.” I blinked. “That’s not helpful.” Zara grinned like the devil. “I have an idea.” Oh no. Not again. “Zara...” “Shush. Hear me out.” She reached under her bed and pulled out her tablet. “It’s called Club Obsidian.” I stared at her like she’d just offered to sell my soul. “What the hell is that?” She tapped through the site like she’d memorized the whole thing. “It’s private. Discreet. Invitation-only. Mature, dominant men looking for submissive girls - for one night. One room. No names. No pressure. Just pure experience.” “You want me to hook up with a stranger?” “Not a stranger. A fantasy.” I opened my mouth, then closed it. She turned the screen to me. It showed dim red lighting, silhouettes of women in heels, and a sleek black interface that made it look more like a luxury hotel than a pleasure club. My heart jumped into my throat. It looked tempting. “Zara, I don’t know…” “Rae. You want to actually lose it this time, right? No more awkward fumbling. No more emotionally constipated boys.” She sat up straighter, her face suddenly serious. “This is about you. You take control by surrendering it - just for one night. And you walk away with a story you’ll never forget.” I bit my lip. One night. No strings. No commitment. No labels. Just... a secret. It was insane. And yet… “I don’t have an account.” “You will. I already signed you up.” My eyes bulged. “You what?!” “Relax. I used a fake name. Riley Summers. Sounds hot, right?” “Zara…” “And look,” she grinned, tapping the screen, “you’ve already been verified.” “What does that even mean?” “That means someone saw your picture and liked it.” I blinked. “You sent them my picture?!” “Just your face. Relax. I added filters. You look like a freaking goddess.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Do you trust me?” I swallowed. Did I? Yes. Stupidly, completely, and dangerously. She grabbed my hand. “Then let me make you over.” ~~~~ Ten minutes later, I was in Zara’s bathroom, staring at the stranger in the mirror. Tiny black skirt. No bra instead a lace crop top that barely covered my chest. Cherry red lipstick. Glossy hair falling over my shoulders. And around my neck… A black choker with a tiny gold star dangling from the center. “I look like I’m asking for something forbidden.” I whispered. Zara leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with pride. “No, babe. You look like a good girl waiting for someone to unleash her.” I laughed nervously. “What if I mess it up again?” She walked over, took my face in her hands, and smiled. “Look hot. Act innocent. Let him ruin you.” My phone buzzed. I looked down. ROOM 47 awaits you. My breath caught in my throat. This was real. I was doing this. Zara grinned like a proud mama sending her kid off to war. “Now go,” she whispered. “And don’t come back until you forget Caleb’s name forever.” I turned back to the mirror one last time. Lips red. Eyes wide. Heart racing faster than a sports car. And in that moment… I wasn’t Rae the good girl. I was Riley Summers. The girl who was about to be ruined.Killian’s POVThe late afternoon sun bathed our backyard in warm golden light, the kind that makes everything look softer, kinder, like the world itself is smiling. I stood on the deck, arms crossed, watching our children play on the grass. Lila, now six, was spinning in circles with her arms wide, laughing as her dark hair flew around her face. Theo, four, chased after her on chubby legs, determined to keep up with his big sister. Their laughter rang out like music — bright, uninhibited, full of life.This was our life now.Not the stolen nights in Zara’s house. Not the fearful days after the positive test. Not the tense family dinners where acceptance grew slowly, like fragile new roots pushing through rocky soil.This.I felt Rae before I saw her — the familiar warmth of her presence as she stepped up beside me. She slipped her hand into mine without a word, leaning her head against my shoulder. I brought our joined hands to my lips and kissed her knuckles.“Happy anniversary, my
Rae’s POVThe late afternoon sun filtered through the wide windows of our home, casting a warm, golden glow across the living room floor. It had been four years since those two pink lines changed everything. Four years since the fear, the midnight flutters, the tearful confessions on the beach, and the fragile family dinner that marked the beginning of healing.We were married now — a quiet, intimate ceremony two years ago with only our closest circle: Zara as my maid of honor, her eyes sparkling with happy tears, and my mother in attendance, her presence cautious but genuine. No big spectacle. Just love, promises, and the people who had stood by us through the hardest parts.Today was an ordinary Tuesday, the kind I had come to cherish most.Our daughter, Lila — a spirited three-year-old with Killian’s gray eyes and my stubborn smile — was currently “helping” her father in the kitchen. She stood on a step stool, tiny hands covered in flour, “assisting” him with making cookies whil
Rae’s POVThe call came in the late afternoon while I was resting on the balcony lounger, Killian’s hand resting protectively on my stomach as we watched the ocean. My phone buzzed on the small table beside us. Zara’s name flashed on the screen.I answered immediately, heart already picking up speed.“Hey, babe,” Zara’s voice came through, bright and trembling with barely contained excitement. “I just left the doctor’s office. The scans… they’re perfect. Full remission. No signs of anything. They said I’m doing better than they expected.”Tears sprang to my eyes instantly. I sat up straighter, gripping Killian’s hand.“Zara… oh my God. That’s… that’s amazing.”She laughed, the sound watery and joyful. “I know. I’m still shaking. I wanted to tell you first. You’ve been with me through all the hard parts. I needed you to hear the good news too.”I was crying now — happy, relieved tears. Killian’s arm came around me immediately, pulling me close as he listened.“We’re so happy for you,”
Rae’s POVI drove back to the suite with my hands still trembling on the steering wheel. When I walked through the door, Killian was waiting in the living area. He took one look at my face and crossed the room in three long strides, pulling me into his arms without a word. I melted against him, burying my face in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of him that always made the world feel a little steadier.He held me tight, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other rubbing slow circles on my back.“Tell me,” he murmured against my hair.I pulled back just enough to look up at him, my voice still shaky.“She divorced Victor. Two weeks ago. She said he’s a terrible person — controlling, emotionally abusive. She stayed for the family image, for stability… for me. But she couldn’t do it anymore.”Killian’s eyes widened slightly, then softened with understanding. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, thumb lingering on my cheek.“And how are you feeling about that?”“Sho
Rae’s POVKillian woke me with a kiss on the tip of my nose, then another on my closed eyelid, then one more at the corner of my mouth until I was smiling before I even opened my eyes. The suite was quiet except for the distant roll of waves and the soft click of the ceiling fan overhead. Afternoo
Rae’s POVThe afternoon had slipped away in a haze of pool lounging and stolen kisses, the kind that started innocent and ended with my back pressed to the suite wall, Killian’s mouth on my neck, hands under my dress but never quite crossing the line. He’d whispered “Tonight” against my skin like
Rae’s POV The bed felt like a cloud that morning—soft, endless white sheets tangled around my legs, sunlight pouring in thick golden bars through the gauzy curtains. It was late—probably 10:30 or 11—because the light was already high and warm, not the pale pink of dawn. My body still carried last
Rae’s POV The moon was high when we stepped back into the suite—full and silver, spilling cold light across the marble floor and the white sheets of the unmade bed. The balcony doors had been left open all day; now the ocean sounded louder in the dark, a steady roar that filled every corner of t






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