Sub-dom | Pain & Pleasure | Touch Her and Die | Possessive | 18+ Submissive academy. Where girls are shaped into perfect submissives and perfect housewives. Except I don't want to be a submissive. I don't want a dominant. Weeks go by where I don't choose a dominant. An 'extraordinary' situation, they call me. The untouchable. In the end, I am forced to take one. Well, one is forced upon me. The most sadistic of them all. One that hasn't taken a submissive for an entire year. He's just here to beat the submissiveness into me. To get me 'ready'. The lines of pain and pleasure start to blur. For the first time in my life, someone is touching me. Someone owns me. This is a dark romance.
View MoreI settle down beside Emma, wordlessly offering her the half-empty bottle of tequila. She takes it without hesitation, tipping her head back for a long swig before handing it back to me. "You know," she starts, her voice slightly slurred as her gaze drifts over the chaos around us. The room is still alive with drunken conversation and laughter. Two girls—names I can’t even remember—are passed out in the corner, curled up together on a pile of pillows after demolishing an entire pizza each. Their snores blend into the low thrum of music vibrating through the floorboards. "I regret accepting Henry as my dom," Emma finally says. I let out a snort. “Yeah, no shit.” She doesn’t laugh. "Why don’t you leave him? It’s supposed to be consensual. If one side wants out, you’re allowed to end it. You know that." Her answering snort is bitter. "You really think it’s that easy? Denying Henry? His father runs this place. If I tried to walk away from him, I’d be buried under the public shame. N
The moment we step inside, the girls erupt in excited screams. A line of sweat snakes down my spine from the adrenaline of our little adventure. Ellie, breathless and flushed, presses her back against the door, letting out a wild laugh. "We’ve got it!" she shouts, her voice high with excitement. "Oh my god!" Rose exclaims, her eyes wide with disbelief. "She wasn’t there?" "No," Ellie instantly answers. "No one was around. We took as many as we could." "No," Ellie answers instantly, a grin plastered across her face. "No one was around. We grabbed as many as we could." I set the heavy bag down, the sound of bottles clinking together unmistakable in the otherwise quiet room. The girls exchange looks of pure glee. Emma is tucked in the corner, her eye slightly bruised again, but there's a soft, contented smile tugging at her lips. Amelia stands beside her, already pulling red plastic cups from behind a shelf. Without a word, we all gather around, the excitement palpable. First up,
I feel around blindly for any drawers, Ellie pressed right behind me like a second skin. “I think she keeps them in the left one. I always see her with that big bush of keys around there,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Okay,” I whisper back. My hands are shaking. Flashes of snakes curled inside drawers and spiders nesting beneath wood race through my mind. And then—something darker—what if Ms. Lovelace dabbles in something far worse? Voodoo? Curses? She’s always had that eerie, elegant way about her. Those flowing robes. That haunting stillness. I wouldn’t put anything past her. My trembling fingers move over the ridges of the desk, cool and hard beneath my skin. I reach to the left. I can’t quite feel the drawer from this angle. I inch around to the other side, needing to stand behind the desk just to reach the knob. My hand closes around cool metal—silver and round. Then— Something solid brushes my hip. My breath catches. That wasn’t there before. The lights snap
“Ah, fuck,” a male voice suddenly hisses, loud and sharp. I glance to my side—Harper. Oh my god. Rose is on top of him, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. She's rubbing herself against him without shame, clutching the fabric of his shirt like she’s hanging on for dear life, her teeth sinking into her lower lip in pure, unfiltered pleasure. Harper, though… Harper is gone. His hands grip her ass, fingers digging in tight. His head is thrown back, face twisted in ecstasy. His abs clench, his hips jerk up—and gods, he looks exactly like a man who's— “Dude,” Noah laughs, loud and unfiltered. Harper’s eyes are still shut. “Shut up, mate,” he growls through gritted teeth, breathless. Oh my god. Rose just made him orgasm. Oh my god. “But you kept going non-stop in Italy,” Lucas adds with a grin, teetering on the edge of uncontrollable laughter. Harper finally opens his eyes, his expression dazed and weirdly satisfied. He glances down at Rose, then lets out a long breath. “
Aiden instantly pulls back, his hand slipping from my throat with a lazy, possessive grace—but he keeps me pinned firmly on my back, his weight a silent command. His eyes are molten, burning into me with a wicked gleam that makes my entire body hum with awareness. Without breaking eye contact, he grabs my knees and opens my legs wider, spreading me shamelessly before him. The air around us thickens, pulsing with raw, electric tension. His hand flattens against my stomach, fingers splayed wide like he’s marking me, silently reminding me that I belong to him. The touch is soft, deceptively gentle, but the weight of it is undeniable: he owns every inch of me, and he wants me to feel it. My breath stutters out of me, shaky and shallow, as my pulse roars in my ears. His gaze drops lower, to my most vulnerable center, and the hunger I see there—sharp, focused, ravenous—makes me tremble. He studies me, drinking in every tiny reaction, every twitch, every catch of my breath. It’s like he’s
My nerves skyrocket. He hasn’t kissed me since the hospital. Not once. He refuses to take the risk. Sarah was on the plane with us — and even though we never saw her, Aiden wouldn't even brush his fingers against mine. Back on university grounds, he slid back into his dom role like armor slipping into place. I ache to feel his lips on mine again. I crave the searing heat only he can ignite inside me. But I know I have to hold myself back. I lower my head in submission. He won’t use his voice. Not yet. Then how will I know what he wants from me? Ms. Lovelace turns the music up, a sultry beat filling the darkened room, cocooning us all in a cloud of dark, throbbing sexual tension. I feel him before I hear him. A hand lifts my chin with a slow, commanding touch. His thumb brushes across my lips — soft, reverent — lingering there like a silent kiss before releasing me. I barely hold in a shiver. A moment later, he tugs gently on a strand of my hair, twisting it between his finge
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