ログインDAKOTAHe reached out, his long finger pointing to a picture on the page—a grainy shot of seven-year-old me hugging a scruffy, golden puppy."You looked so adorable there," he whispered, his voice dangerously close to my ear. "Look at those pigtails. You were so tiny."I let out a shaky chuckle, trying to regain my composure. "I remember that summer. Tiffany and I had gone out to get groceries at that little market on Main, and we found her behind the dumpsters. I begged Tiff for two hours to let me keep her."Conrad chuckled, and the sound was so deep and rich it felt like it vibrated through my entire body. "I remember. You named her Goldie. You were obsessed.""I was," I said, shaking my head as I stared at the photo. "And then we found out she belonged to that family. I thought my heart was literally breaking when they came to get her.""You cried for three days straight," Conrad said, his voice softening. "I had to bring you three boxes of those fudge pops to get you to stop."I
DAKOTAThe second I saw Conrad Hilton standing there on that gravel driveway under the sweltering Ohio sun, I knew this summer was going to be the most beautifully fucked up three months of my life.Yellow Springs hadn't changed. It was still that dreamy, bubbling, small town where everyone knew your business even before you did. But Conrad? Conrad had changed in ways that should have been considered illegal. He was my mom’s best friend’s son. We’d grown up together right here, running through cornfields and skinning our knees on the same pavement until my mom finalized her divorce with my dad five years ago. She’d dragged me to Colorado for a fresh start, and while the mountains were great, I’d spent every single night since then tethered to Conrad through a phone screen. We’d talked every day. FaceTime, late-night texts, snaps and whatever two people who weren't in the same location used in communicating. I thought I knew him. But seeing him in high definition made my lungs f
RINA The kiss deepened with every breath I drew, moving from a desperate clash of teeth and lips to something much more feral. It became wet and slurpy, our tongues tangling in a powerful dance that tasted like both copper and heat. I was lost in it, my fingers digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders as he pressed me even further against the cruiser. Then I felt his hand move lower and with a practiced, effortless flick of his wrist, he unbuckled my heavy leather duty belt. The sound of the metal clinking was like a starter pistol for my nervous system. Before I could even register the loss of my gear, his hand moved lower, sliding past the waistband of my tactical pants. He found me instantly. I was already dripping wet, my body betraying my badge in the most delicious way possible. "Oh, god," I moaned loudly, my head falling back loosely against the window of the car. He wasn't just touching me. God, no. He was dismantling my mind. He began to circle my nub slowly,
RINA I moved in close, closing the gap until I could literally taste the expensive, woody scent of his cologne mixed with the metallic tang of the blood I’d just drawn. Then I reached out and grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into his skin with more force than necessary. I wanted to see him flinch. I wanted to see that stupid mask of charming confidence crack, even just a little. But he didn't flinch. The bastard didn't even seem intimidated. Instead, he leaned right into my touch, his gaze unwavering. From this distance, I could see his eyes clearly for the first time. They weren't just green; they were a deep, mossy forest green with flecks of gold in the iris. It was a rare, gilded combination that made him look even more handsome than he already was, which was a thought I hated myself for having. "Stop thinking so much of yourself," I hissed, my voice low and hopefully lethal. "You’re not some guest in a late night talk show. “The only thing you should be thinking ab
RINAI definitely didn't like the way he said my name. Most perps spat it out like a curse or mumbled it through broken teeth, but the way it rolled off his tongue felt like a caress. It felt heavy, dark, and entirely too intimate for a man I had just run off the road. I didn't let my guard down. I kept the barrel of my Glock leveled at his chest as I closed the distance between us. My boots crunched on the gravel, the only sound in the desolate stretch of industrial wasteland. "Hands behind your back. Now," I barked. My voice was steady, but inside, my pulse was doing a desperate dance against my ribs.He didn't argue. He didn't even look like he cared. He just turned around with a slow, fluid motion that made the muscles in his back ripple beneath his shirt, and did the unthinkable. He offered his hands willingly, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips as if this was all part of some game I hadn't been invited to play yet.I reached for my cuffs, the cold steel clicking as
RINAPeople watch the movies and they think being an NYPD officer is all about the glory. They see the polished badge, the crisp, properly fitted uniform, and the hero moments where we swoop in, save the day, and walk off just as heroes in some Marvel studio action movie. They think it’s about being a pillar of the community, law-abiding to a fault, protecting life and property with a stoic smile.They have no idea.They don’t know the soul-crushing tension that becomes your second skin. It’s not just the adrenaline of a foot chase through a crowded alley in Brooklyn, praying to God there isn’t a sniper on a rooftop or a guy with a glock waiting behind a dumpster. It’s the mental exhaustion of seeing the absolute worst of humanity at 3:00 AM and then having to go home and pretend you’re a normal person. Beyond the physical danger, there is also the very tedious part—documenting endless, suffocating mountains of paperwork for a single arrest. And also, there's the constant feeling
ELISE"Bitch, Are you seriously going to sulk forever over a stupid, bottom-feeding boy like Ryan? Because if so, I’m going to need a refund on this friendship," I snapped, yanking Marie’s hand toward the red and blue neon drenched entrance of The 21st Club. It was easily one of the bubbliest clubs
SHEILAThe next morning arrived with a brightness that felt like a personal insult to my exhausted, aching body. I woke up to the sound of Cherry humming while she brushed her hair, and for a terrifying second, I thought I’d dreamt the whole thing. But then I moved, and the soreness between my th
ELENA Suddenly, the thought that someone could look through the windows and find me spread out, dripping with Julian's cum hit me. But it was nothing compared to the icy dread that prickled at the back of my neck. Julian was already at the sink in the far corner of the hall, calmly washing his h
SHEILA I scrambled off the bed, my heart nearly hammering its way out of my chest. My legs felt like they were made of overcooked noodles, trembling as I tried to get my jeans back on."Sheila? Bryant? We’re back! And wait until you see the dress Cherry found!" Aunt Linda’s cheerful voice drifted







