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.Rae’s POVSunlight slipped through the curtains in thin, golden threads, warming the sheets around us. I woke slowly, body heavy with sleep and the weight of last night’s tears. Killian was still spooning me—his arm heavy across my waist, hand splayed possessively over my stomach, face buried in the crook of my neck. His breath was warm and steady against my skin, deep and even, like he’d finally fallen into real rest after hours of holding me through my sobs.His heartbeat thumped against my back—slow, strong, familiar. I focused on it for a moment, letting the rhythm ground me. His warmth, his scent, sweet and manly, the way his fingers twitched slightly in sleep like he was still holding on even unconscious—it was all so him. So safe.And yet guilt flooded back instantly, cold and sharp, like ice water poured over my heart..I squeezed my eyes shut, breath hitching. I don’t deserve this. I didn’t deserve his arms around me, his forgiveness, his love. Not after what I’d done. Not
Rae’s POVI woke up to sunlight streaming through my bedroom curtains in thin, warm stripes. My body felt heavy, head fuzzy from crying myself to sleep, but the ache in my chest was worse than any hangover. For a split second, everything felt normal—until I reached out instinctively for Killian.My hand met empty sheets.Cold. Empty.He wasn’t there.My heart stuttered. I sat up fast, looking around the room like he might be hiding in the corner. The space beside me was untouched, pillow fluffed, no dent from his head. No warm body curled around mine. No soft breathing against my neck. Just me, alone in my childhood bed, the same bed I’d slept in since I was twelve.The memory of last night crashed back—hallway tears, his arms holding me while I sobbed about Zara, his quiet forgiveness, the way he’d carried me to bed and spooned me until I fell asleep. He’d kissed my hair, whispered “I love you, nothing changes that,” and held me like I was something precious.But now he was gone.
Rae’s POVI couldn’t look at him. The guilt was suffocating, a weight on my chest that made it hard to breathe. My lip trembled, tears burning hot behind my eyes.“I—” My voice cracked, barely a whisper. “I can’t.”He stepped closer, hand sliding up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing away the first tear that escaped. “Babygirl… whatever it is, we’ll fix it. I promise. Just tell me.”The pet name broke something inside me. A sob tore out—quiet at first, then louder, heaving. I doubled over, hands fisting in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric.Killian pulled me into his arms immediately, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other rubbing slow circles on my back. He held me tight, chin resting on top of my head, rocking us gently.“Shh,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”I cried harder—ugly, messy sobs that shook my whole body. He didn’t let go. He just held me, whispering soft nonsense into my hair—“It’s okay, baby. Whatever happened, it’s okay. I love you. I’m not goi
Rae’s POVClimbing the stairs, I felt sick.Getting to my room, I changed into pajamas—his old T-shirt, soft shorts—trying to feel normal. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, stared at my reflection. My cheeks were still flushed, lips swollen from Zara’s kisses. I looked… guilty.I crawled into bed, pulled the covers up to my chin, and stared at the ceiling.My phone buzzed.Killian:You in your room? Everything okay?I stared at the screen, thumb hovering. Guilt twisted harder.Me:Yeah. Just tired. Going to sleep. Goodnight. Killian:Goodnight, babygirl. I love you. Dream of me.I stared at the words until they blurred.I love you too.I didn’t reply.I turned off the light, curled into a ball, and tried to sleep.~~~~I woke up in my own bed for the first time in what felt like forever.The sheets were cool and unfamiliar, too empty. No warm body pressed against my back, no heavy arm draped over my waist, no soft breathing against my neck. Just me, alone, staring at the ceiling wi






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