We stop talking when Adam throws both thumbs up to the roaring crowd. The medics leave the field, and to my absolute amazement, Adam continues playing. Surely he has some sort of brain damage after that knockout. A scrum begins. Adam's team is the first to score a try. The crowd explodes in cheers as loud music blares for half a minute, and pure glee floods the stadium. Our team huddles together. There's aggressive chatter, slaps on the back so hard their bodies jolt forward—but instead of hurting, it fires them up. The energy shifts. They’re more determined, more dangerous. Then our boys score the next try. Our little club of twenty-five girls erupts. We leap to our feet, arms raised, screaming at the top of our lungs. The boys on the field respond with equal excitement, their energy matching ours. Aiden glances up at me. He nods, smirking—liking what he sees. The way his eyes lock on mine, that cocky confidence in his expression, it hits me hard. I laugh. A full, wild laugh
Isla finds me first. “I’m nervous. Should we wait outside their dressing rooms?” she asks, wringing her hands. “Don’t be ridiculous, girl. Come on,” I say with a grin, tugging on her sleeve and guiding her toward the humongous stand. The crowd swells around us like a tidal wave. People are everywhere—faces, bodies, colors, movement. It’s almost too much. The noise crashes over me in relentless waves, cheering and music blending into a chaotic roar. I've never seen so many people gathered in one place. It's loud. Overwhelming. My skin prickles with the sensation of too many eyes, too much energy. Then Ellie pops up beside us like a shadow. “I’m getting close to winning our competition,” she says smugly. “It doesn’t count when it happens in private,” Olivia cuts in smartly, ever the rule enforcer. “It should happen in front of all of us.” “We should ask Ms. Lovelace if the men can join us again next class,” Rose laughs loudly. “Maybe Dani can do her magic with Henry again.” “What
Suddenly, the roar of powerful engines slices through the air, cutting off the conversation. Dozens of high-end cars flood into the main parking lot, stealing the attention of every guy standing near us. All eyes go wide at the sight of Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Aston Martins gliding in like a private parade of wealth and dominance. “Fucking hell,” someone mutters from the back, lighting a cigarette. “That’s the new V500!” another exclaims, pointing at Daniel’s gleaming new ride. The cars pull up and park with precision. One by one, the boys step out, confident and cool. Each of them moves around to the passenger side, opening the doors and helping their submissives out like they’re royalty. “Fuck,” says the guy still leaning over me. His voice is low, almost reverent. “What the hell are they drinking over there?” The doms and their subs immediately zero in on the men in front of us. Their gazes are sharp, dangerous—like wolves spotting a threat near their territory. “We shoul
And we are gone. In a flash, the motorbike shoots forward with so much violent force, it feels like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. It's almost inhuman, the way it launches us out of the parking lot. My body jerks from the acceleration, and my heart slams against my ribs. Ahead of us, a whole line of luxury cars creeps forward, all obnoxiously shiny and over-the-top. Ridiculous colors—hot pink, chrome gold, electric blue—turn the road into a gaudy rainbow of wealth. Every vehicle here screams excess. One glance at this street and you’d think world hunger could be solved by selling just two of these cars. I can’t wipe the grin off my face as we wind through the crowd like we own the road. I spot Daniel’s blue Ferrari, and right in front of him, Noah’s white and gold Lamborghini. The cars blur together—Bentleys, Aston Martins, one ostentatious beast after another—until the countryside roads fade behind us, and the main road stretches out like an open vein waiting to be bled
“You look different today,” Isla says from behind me, studying me through the mirror. “Do I?” I reply, tilting my head slightly. “Yeah... You look... I don’t know, like a woman. You’re carrying yourself differently,” she murmurs thoughtfully, her eyes scanning my reflection like she’s seeing me for the first time. “About time,” I joke, sticking out my tongue. She snorts in response. “The girls are so excited about our secret competition.” I grin. “Me too. I’m also looking forward to that wine after.” Two sharp knocks cut through the room, instantly silencing us. Our eyes lock for a few seconds—time to switch back into our submissive roles. “Ready?” Isla whispers. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I sigh. I open the door to find not one, but two doms standing there. “Double the fun?” I quip, looking up at Aiden and Daniel, both towering over me with their absurdly tall frames. “Morning to you too, Dani,” Daniel mutters, flashing a wink at Isla, who drops her gaze and walks out wit
My high crashes over me like a tidal wave. That fuzzy, familiar feeling floods my body—it feels so good it almost hurts. The intrusive thoughts that haunted me moments ago begin to drift away, dissolving one by one until they scatter, leaving my mind in quiet disarray.A single tear escapes the corner of my eye.Another slice carves into my collarbone, just beneath the first.Emotions surge through me, raw and unstoppable. Another tear falls, followed by a rare, broken sob.I never show my pain. Never.But right now, I can't stop it.The pain is too much. I can't control it anymore—it's controlling me.And gods, it feels good. It feels so good to let go.I surrender to the tears, letting them come, letting them wrap me in their hollow comfort. By the time they dry—after two more careful slices—my mind feels strangely empty. Light. Like there's fresh air inside me for the first time in ages.Like I can breathe again.What’s happening to me?Slowly, I open my eyes. And there he is.Aide