LOGINTwenty-six, brilliant, and achingly untouched, PhD student Cassie walks into the city’s most exclusive sex club because of a bet against her virginity. She chooses him blindly: a cruel Dom who drags her to the hidden chambers, spreads her trembling thighs, and takes her virginity with slow, savage thrusts while she screams. She never sees his face. She buries the memory under ambition, until her mother’s death forces her back to her home. Her brother offers her an internship with his best friend, Reginald Walker; an introverted, lethal and impossibly controlled CEO. The man whose mere presence makes her wet and reckless. Cassie pushes until Reggie snaps, chains her on the wooden crucifix, spreads her legs and fucks her till she's speaking in tongues. Despite the fact that Reggie cannot do emotions, their secret affair turns raw and desperate: His hand is always fisted in her hair, his neck filled with hickeys that his shirt cannot hide. Their love and lust is so violent it terrifies them both. Then the devil returns. Lucien is the one who broke Cassie's virginity and he recognises her one night, when Cassie moans Reggie's name at the Forbidden. He wants a taste of her again and asks Reggie to share, as sometimes they shared subs. Reggie refuses. Lucien vows to get her. When Reggie's past is dug up and dirty secrets are revealed, the trust in the relationship is broken. Cassie runs to her brother with a broken heart. Reggie drowns in whiskey and self-loathing. On his knees in the rain,he begs for her forgiveness and love. She gives it, but nothing is the same again. They start over slowly, trying to rebuild what Lucien nearly destroyed. One careful kiss, one trembling “I love you,” one fragile heartbeat at a time.
View MoreThe sun shone brightly. The heat hit the students right where they thought no sun should reach. It was the end of the semester and everybody was bursting with energy. They had two months to rest and most of them vowed to do wild things.
Cassie, Emily, and Sarah spilled out of the humanities building together, laughing and drunk on relief. The final exams were over and they were excited. They hadn't realized that PHD was a bit more technical than Masters or degree, but it didn't matter because soon enough,after their internships and thesis defense, they would get to be called doctors. “I’m never reading another footnote as long as I live.” Emily said as she walked with a jump. "But you haven't finished or defended your thesis yet," Cassie reminded her politely. "It can't be harder than my Masters thesis,"Emily replied with a wink. "I swear we are going out, and I am going to drink myself silly." Sarah fanned herself with a piece of paper. “Speak for yourself. I’m going straight home, face-planting into my pillow, and not moving until Monday.” "Nop, we are going out. We must grind and twerk on some brainless men with muscles and tattoos before we get back to serious internship business. I need to be laid sooo bad." She was serious. Sarah tried to protest but Emily could hear none of it. Cassie just smiled, quiet as always, letting the moment wash over her. The weight that had sat on her chest for months had finally lifted and she felt lighter. They walked towards the iron gates at the edge of campus. Emily hooked an arm through Cassie’s. “So. Summer plans. Hit me.” “Silicon Valley,” Sarah said, practically glowing. “Tech start-up. Unlimited LaCroix. Bean bags. The whole cliché.” Emily snorted. “I’m going back to the marketing agency, but this time I’m demanding the social-media department. Someone has to get paid to doomscroll for a living. Man, I have been doing donkey work in class.” Both pairs of eyes swung to Cassie. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I… don’t actually have anything lined up yet, but I'll definitely get something. I'll talk to my brother about it.” Emily’s grin turned predatory. “Perfect.” Sarah groaned. “Here we go.” Emily stopped dead in the middle of the path, forcing a river of students to part around them. “Cassandra Marie Ellis, you are turning twenty six this year and you have never put your legs on someone's shoulder. Nop, nop, nop.” Cassie’s cheeks flushed red like tomatoes, “Emily...” “No, no, hear me out.” Emily’s voice dropped into the dangerous volume that meant someone was about to have their life changed whether they liked it or not. “We are fixing this. This weekend. You are getting under someone, sitting on their faces till you squirt...” Sarah’s mouth formed a perfect O. “You’re not seriously suggesting...” “A dare,” Emily finished, eyes sparkling like broken glass. “By Monday morning, Cassie will no longer be a virgin. If she succeeds, we buy her the most expensive steak dinner in the city and throw in a spa day. If she fails…” Emily’s gaze slid to the delicate crystal globe necklace resting against Cassie’s collarbone; her grandmother’s last gift, the one thing she never took off. “That beauty becomes mine.” Cassie’s hand flew instinctively to the pendant. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.” Sarah whistled low. “That’s cold, Em.” “That’s motivation,” Emily corrected. Cassie’s pulse hammered in her throat. Two years ago, her college boyfriend had smiled sweetly for nine months into their relationship, said he respected her choice to wait… and then slept with his lab partner the same week. Cassie hadn’t cried for long. She’d thrown herself into her master’s thesis, told herself the right man would appear when the time was perfect. But perfection was taking its sweet time. And twenty six was starting to feel like a neon sign flashing “still waiting” above her head. Emily extended her pinky, the same way she had when they were eighteen and swearing they’d all lose their virginity before graduation, a promise only Cassie had failed to keep. “Rules are simple,” Emily said. “You choose the man. You choose the place. No names required. No strings. One weekend to get fucked into oblivion. Leg+shaking orgasms and all.” Sarah leaned in, voice teasing but kind. "I could hook you up with my former study mate. A quiet guy, looks steady and is intelligent." "John?" Cassie asked. "Yeah. John Mark. A perfect gentleman. And I know he'll take it slow since it will be your first time," Sarah answered. "Nop. John is boring as hell. Cassie needs her first time to be unforgettable. She needs to licked senseless till she is begging for mercy from the angels, not some polite dude who is going to offer polite sex, tweaking her nipple like he's searching for a TV station," Emily rambled as they walked home. "Emily!" Sarah shouted. "What? I am right and you guys know it. John is not it. No hooking her up Sarah, let her find her own man. She's capable and intelligent," Emily said with a wink. "You are shameless," Sarah jokingly pushed her shoulders. "But you love me all the same." Emily wiggled her pinky. “So, deal or no deal?” Cassie thought of every romance novel she’d devoured in secret, every late-night fantasy she’d never admitted out loud. She thought of the way her own heartbeat felt like a caged thing lately, begging to be let out. She thought: Maybe there is no right person. Maybe I just have to be brave enough to take what I want. Cassie hooked her pinky through Emily’s. “Deal.” Sarah whooped. Emily cackled like a villain who’d just signed her own victory speech. Cassie felt energized. She was done waiting for permission. By Monday morning, the girl walking out of these gates would be gone. And the woman replacing her would be untouchable. She tightened her grip on Emily’s finger, sealing the pact. Emily’s eyes went wide with delight. “That’s my girl.” Sarah slung an arm around Cassie’s shoulders, "I hope you win. Besides the orgasms, I wouldn't want Emily to get that beautiful pendant. She wouldn't let you forget it of she does." "Thank you. I plan on winning." Cassie said with a shy smile. Cassie smiled, slow and secret. She couldn’t wait to ruin it.Cassie slipped through the arched doorway to the bathroom. The music and laughter dulled instantly, swallowed by the corridor’s thick silence. She followed the discreet gold sign that read Powder Room, heels clicking too loudly on the floor. Her heart hadn’t stopped racing since Sienna’s mocking little toast across the dance floor. She needed just one minute to breathe without feeling watched. The bathroom door was heavier than it looked. She pushed it open and stepped inside. The room was obscenely beautiful. It was made of black marble that reflected the candlelight warmly. A long vanity stretched beneath an arched window that overlooked the dark lake, its surface scattered with cut-glass perfume bottles, folded linen hand towels, and a silver tray of fresh white orchids. Three deep basins gleamed under soft, golden light. The air smelled expensive. Cassie crossed to the middle sink, turned on the cold tap, and let the water rush over her wrists. She closed her eyes, counting her
It was the day of the masquerade. Cassie was finishing up the final touches. She had shooed Reggie away from the room, wanting him to only see her when she was ready. Done with her makeup, she smoothed her midnight-blue dress before walking put of the room. Reggie was waiting downstairs. When she emerged, Reggie's mouth hang open She was breathtaking. She walked down slowly, careful not to trip on the train When she reached tge last step, Reggie took her hand and pulled her to his chest before locking their lips together. When they pulled apart, they were breathless and panting. "If we were not late, I would have spread ypu on that couch and feasted on you till your legs tremble," Reggie said as he smoothed his trouser to hide the bulge that had started forming. The words made Cassie clench with want. They had time for a quickie but both of them knew that a quickie could not satiate the hunger they had for each other. "Does that mean you approve my dress choice?" Cassie asked
Cassie stood frozen in the doorway, surprise written on her face. This man who had claimed that he did not have any romantic bone in his body had done something that had never been done to her by any man."Thank you so much. I..." Tears started streaming down her face. Reggie stepped behind her, arms sliding around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. His breath was warm against her neck. "Don't cry kitten. Why are you crying? You don't like it?" She turned in his arms, hands framing his face, and kissed him deeply. He kissed her back with equal hunger, hands roaming her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. When they parted, both breathing hard, she rested her forehead against his. “You did all this? I love it.” she said, voice thick with emotions. “Had to make it right,” he said. “You’ve been gone too long.” She laughed softly, tears pricking again. “It was only a week.” “It felt like a year.” He guided her toward the table, pulling out her
It was raining. Cassie pulled the blanket over her head. She could not believe that her lazy days were over. She had had five days of sleeping late, laughing with her friends, ordering take out and sharing jokes. They even re-watched the ceremony clips on their phones, and laughed until their stomachs hurt over every awkward moment. They knew, sooner or later they had to go back to reality. They needed to find jobs so that they could pay taxes like the adults that they were. Nina had left four days earlier. She had hugged them all fiercely at the airport curb and promised to text them daily. “Don’t ghost me when you’re back in the real world,” she’d said. Cassie had promised she wouldn’t. She sat up slowly, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She knew who it was even without looking. Reggie: Morning, beautiful. How’s my favorite PhD holder? Cassie smiled. Cassie: I am your only PHD holder. Anyway, I am still floating. I miss you so much.
Cassie woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom blinds. Reggie was still asleep beside her, one arm flung across her waist, face half-buried in the pillow. She watched him for a moment; the steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint scar on his eyebrow from some long-ago fight Asher refused
Cassie stood in the doorway of the break room, arms crossed loosely over her chest, watching the team arrange platters of sandwiches, fruit skewers, and a towering chocolate cake someone had clearly spent too much time decorating. The sign above the table read “Farewell, Cassie!” in bright blue mar
Mr. Patel came back the next week.Cassie sat at the small conference table in the glass-walled meeting room, hands folded in her lap, trying not to fidget while Mr. Patel flipped through the final pages of her evaluation packet. The supervisor’s face remained unreadable, lips pursed, pen tapping o
Cassie woke most mornings to the soft clink of Reggie in the kitchen, the smell of coffee drifting under the bedroom door like a promise. The weeks after her internship ended carried a gentle rhythm she had never known before. There were no deadlines pressing at her temples, no hospital beeps echoi






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