Pamela, a devout choirgirl and college student, hides a secret craving for submission beneath her innocent facade. When she meets Richard Carter, her stern history professor with a commanding presence, she falls into a whirlwind of forbidden pleasure—rough hands, whispered commands, and punishments that leave her trembling. But Richard has his own secrets, drawing Pamela into a world of whispered secrets, rough pleasure and violence.
View MoreNow, standing in his dimly lit office, the weight of the key felt heavier than it should. The room smelled like him—uniquely Richard. She traced the edge of his desk with her fingertips, the wood smooth under her touch, before sinking into his chair. The leather creaked beneath her, still warm from where he’d been sitting. She exhaled, slow and shaky. How long had it been since they’d done this? Since he’d bent her over this very desk, since she’d gasped his name into the quiet? Too long. The ache between her thighs was proof of that. The door clicked open. Pamela didn’t turn around. She didn’t need to. The air shifted, charged with the weight of his presence, the quiet power in his footsteps as he crossed the room. The lock turned behind him. Then his hands were on her shoulders, broad and warm, sliding down her arms as he leaned over her. His breath ghosted over the shell of her ear. "Did you miss me?" The question was a growl, rough with want, but beneath it, s
Pamela woke up the next morning with a lightness in her chest that hadn’t been there in weeks. She stretched, her muscles humming with a quiet energy, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t have to force herself out from under the covers. Sophia was already in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone with one hand and shoveling cereal into her mouth with the other. She looked up as Pamela entered, her eyebrows shooting up at the sight of her. “Damn,” Sophia said, mouth half-full. “Someone’s glowing. Did you and Jason have a really good talk or something?” Pamela rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips. “Jason is so sweet. We ended things, but he still wants us to hang out. ” Sophia snorted. “Are you kidding me? He wasn't mad?” "He said he was disappointed, not mad," Pamela replied, with sadness in her voice, "But he still wants to be friends. We have friendly date at this restaurant that makes awesome chicken pies, and he ev
Pamela lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She was tired, but sleep refused to come. Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—Richard, Eleanor, the Bratva, Jason. She squeezed her eyes shut, but the thoughts only grew louder. She loved Richard. That much was undeniable. Despite everything—the lies, the danger, the ghosts of his past—she couldn’t untangle herself from him. But then there was Jason. Sweet, kind, normal Jason, who had done nothing wrong except care for her. How was she going to face him? What will she tell him that would justify her actions.She picked up her phone, wincing at the flood of notifications—missed calls, texts, a from Jason. "Hey, where are you? It's almost time for the dance.""Pam, everything okay?""Sophia said you had a health emergency. Are you alright?"Guilt twisted in her chest. But this time, she made up her mind. She owed him the truth. She typed slowly. Pamela:"Hi, we need to talk."The reply came almost instantly. Jason:"Hi, we searc
Richard’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he pulled into the driveway. He was already beginning to question his choice-dragging Pamela into a life of danger. Wasn't she better off with Jason? At least she would have a safe life.He killed the ignition and sat there for a moment, fingers still wrapped around the steering wheel. The confrontation with Eleanor was inevitable, but he hadn’t decided yet how he wanted to play it. Stepping out of the car, he made his way to the front door, the weight of the night pressing down on him. The house was eerily still when he entered, the only sound the soft click of the door shutting behind him. “Eleanor?” he called out. No answer. He checked the kitchen first—empty. The living room, the study, even the damn guest bedroom. Nothing. A bitter laugh escaped him. Of course. She’d disappeared after the dinner, likely off to some late-night rendezvous of her own. He exhaled sharply and yanked open the fridge, grabbing the
The park was quiet, the kind of quiet that only comes in the deepest hours of the night. Pamela lay curled against Richard’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She hadn’t realized how much time had slipped away until the distant chime of a clock tower echoed through the trees. Midnight.Her breath hitched. Sophia. Jason. The dinner.She had left without a word—no explanation, no goodbye. Her purse, her phone, everything had been abandoned at the dinner. Sophia would be frantic. Jason would be hurt. And Richard—Richard had been the only thing on her mind. She shifted slightly, tilting her head up to look at him. His eyes were already on her. He brushed his thumb along her cheekbone, then leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. It was gentle. Warm.“What’s going to happen now?” she whispered. Richard exhaled. “I don’t know what Eleanor’s going to do,” he admitted, his voice rough. “But I don’t care. Let her do her worst.” His fingers tightened around hers. “I l
For a long time, neither of them spoke. The silence between them wasn’t empty—it was full of everything they hadn’t said yet. Then Richard exhaled, grabbed her hands, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Since then," he said quietly, "my life has been nothing but violence and death." Pamela turned to look at him. His face was half-shadowed in the moonlight, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with memories she couldn’t see. "Yes, I ran away," he continued. "But that life always found a way of following me. No matter how far I went, no matter how deep I buried it... it always came back." His voice was rough, like the words were being dragged out of him. "Until I met you." Pamela’s chest tightened. She squeezed his hand, her throat suddenly thick. "Why did you run?" she whispered. "I promised myself I’d make them pay," Richard said. So I worked my way up. Proved myself. And when I had their trust, I killed the man who gave the order. The Boss." Pamela’s fingers tightened arou
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