LOGINCHAPTER 5BRIANNAThe hotel room door clicked shut behind us, and the city lights filtered through the half-drawn curtains like they were watching. My wrists were already tied to the headboard with his silk tie, stretched above my head, and my ankles were spread wide, secured to the footboard with the hotel robe belts. I was naked, dripping, trembling. Dante stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but his dress pants, unbuttoned, that dangerous smile on his face."Please, Daddy," I whispered, arching my hips off the mattress. "I need you inside me. I've been good all day at the conference. I sat there in that boring panel pretending to take notes while I was soaked thinking about this."He chuckled low, crawling onto the bed between my spread thighs. His fingers traced lazy circles on my inner thigh, inches from where I ached most. "Oh, baby girl. You've been such a good little slut for me today. Smiling at the department chair like you weren't clenching your thighs under the table ev
CHAPTER 4BRIANNAThe rain came down in sheets, hammering the roof of the faculty parking lot like it wanted to drown the whole campus. Everyone else had already bolted the second the last seminar let out, umbrellas popping open like black mushrooms as they ran for their cars. I lingered in the hallway outside the lecture hall, pretending to check my phone, but really just waiting for him.Dante appeared at the end of the corridor, coat slung over one arm, briefcase in hand. He saw me and stopped. For a second his face did that thing again, the one where he looked like he was fighting every instinct he had."You don't have an umbrella," he said. Not a question. Just a fact.I shrugged, letting my lips curve. "Didn't think I'd need one."He exhaled through his nose, glanced at the glass doors where water was sluicing down in rivers. "Come on. I'll drive you."I followed him out without a word. The cold hit first, then the wet. Rain soaked through my thin blouse in seconds, plastering t
CHAPTER 3BRIANNAThe lecture hall still hummed with the ghost of a hundred pens scratching notes when the last student finally shuffled out. The heavy door clanged shut behind them, sealing us in. Tiered seats rose empty around us like silent witnesses. I stayed behind on purpose, pretending to pack my bag slowly, bending just enough that my red skirt rode up the backs of my thighs. The same red skirt I’d promised him.Dante stood at the podium, erasing the whiteboard with sharp, angry strokes. His shoulders were tight, jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jump from here. He hadn’t looked at me once during the entire lecture. But I’d felt his eyes every time I crossed my legs in the front row.The second the door clicked, he snapped.“Lock it.”His voice was low, dangerous. No please. No question.My hands shook as I turned the deadbolt. The sound echoed like a gunshot.When I faced him again, he was already stalking toward me, tie loosened, sleeves rolled, eyes black with eve
CHAPTER 2BRIANNAThe fluorescent lights in the department lounge had been dimmed hours ago, leaving only the desk lamp glowing like a guilty secret. Stacks of ungraded midterms teetered on every surface, red pens scattered like blood drops. It was past midnight. The building was dead quiet except for the occasional creak of old pipes and the soft rustle of paper.I’d stayed late to help. That’s what I told myself. That’s what I told him.Dante, Professor Hale to everyone else sat in his high-backed chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie long discarded. His hair was mussed from running his hands through it too many times. He looked exhausted. He looked wrecked. He looked like a man who’d been fighting himself since the first day of the semester.I perched on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, the same black skirt riding high enough that I knew he could see the lace edge of my thigh-highs if he let his eyes drift. He hadn’t looked at me directly in forty minutes.“Last batch,” I sai
THE PROFESSORCHAPTER 1BRIANNAThe door to Professor Hale’s office was already cracked open when I got there, like he’d been expecting me. Or maybe he just never bothered to close it all the way anymore. Either way, my heart slammed against my ribs the second I saw him behind that wide oak desk—same desk I used to fantasize about being bent over during every single one of his undergrad seminars three years ago.I didn’t knock. I just pushed the door wider and stepped inside, letting it swing almost shut behind me. The click of the latch felt louder than it should have.“Professor Hale,” I said, voice brighter than I felt. “Long time no see.”He looked up from the stack of syllabi he was pretending to read. For one heartbeat his face softened—genuine surprise, maybe even something warmer.“Brianna.” He stood. Slowly. Like he was reminding himself not to move too fast. “You’re early for office hours.”“I couldn’t wait.” I smiled, the kind of smile I used to flash him when I knew I’d ac
CHAPTER 3The team bus hummed down the dark highway like a secret the night was trying to keep, tires whispering against the asphalt while the rest of the debate squad slept under jackets and blankets, heads lolling against windows and each other. Riley sat in the very back row, the one nobody ever wanted because it was too far from the bathroom and too close to the rumbling engine. But tonight? Tonight it was perfect. Her head rested on Xander’s shoulder like it was the most innocent thing in the world, her cheek against the soft fabric of his team hoodie, pretending they were just exhausted co-captains sharing warmth after a long day of rounds.It wasn’t innocent. Not even close.Her heart pounded so hard she was sure he could feel it through her ribs. Three years of hating each other in the debate room, three years of sharp words and stolen glares, and now this—whatever this dangerous, addictive thing between them had become. And now, under the thick shared blanket, his hand was mo
BLOODLINECHAPTER 1NOAHThe weekend has barely started.I step out of Mom’s SUV into a wall of heat so thick it feels like breathing soup. The gravel crunches under my sneakers, cicadas screaming like they’re warning me to turn back. Mom waves from the driver’s window, already late for whatever con
CHAPTER 2Caden groans into Lila’s cunt, hips bucking involuntarily into Mason’s grip. He tries to shake his head—no, stop, this is insane—but the vibration just makes Lila gasp and ride his tongue harder.Tyler and Drew climb onto the bed, cocks in hand. Tyler kneels by Lila’s head, feeding his th
SLEEPOVER ORGYCHAPTER 1The parents’ SUV disappeared down the street Friday afternoon, and by 8:30 p.m. the house was officially a lawless zone.Lila had spent the evening bouncing around in a cropped baby-tee and the tiniest denim shorts known to man, texting the group chat like a general rallyin
CHAPTER 2“Fuck me again,” she begs, voice cracking. “Standing up. I want to feel you hold me while you wreck me.”He doesn’t make her wait.One hand grips her throat, the other lines his cock up, and he slams home in one brutal thrust.Brenda screams, head falling back against his shoulder. “Yes—f







