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EMMAThe sound of the music was deafening and exactly what I needed to clear my head from all my mother had said today.“Stay here, I’ll go get us some drinks.”“Ok, sure.”I looked at Maya as she walked off to get us drinks. I honestly never thought I’d be in a club on a Monday night, and especially not a BDSM club, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, and this was one of those days.Maya came back with our drinks, then left almost immediately to dance with some guy who’d been eyeing her since we walked in. I held my glass, the cold condensation wetting my fingers, and let the bass vibrate through the soles of my heels while my mind drifted backward.“Emma, sit down. Please.”My mother’s voice had been too bright, too careful, the way it always got when she was about to drop something that would rearrange my life. The kitchen still smelled like the lasagna she’d made, the same recipe she’d used every Sunday for years. I sat. She didn’t look at me when she said it.“I’m getti

EMMAMorning light cut across the black sheets in a thin, accusing line. I woke slowly, body heavy and sore in places I had almost forgotten could ache. When I shifted, a dull throb lit up along my inner thighs and the curve of one hip. My wrists carried faint red circles. Higher, just under my jaw, the skin felt tender where his hand had rested. I sat up carefully and caught my reflection in the mirror across the room. A faint bruise was already blooming at the base of my throat, the shape of fingers left behind like a secret.The room was empty. No note. No name. Only the lingering scent of him on the sheets and the quiet knowledge that I had let a stranger take me apart and then walk out while I slept.I dressed in last night’s clothes as fast as my sore body allowed, called a car, and left before anyone from the club could see me in daylight. The whole ride home my mind kept replaying the way he had looked at me when he said good girl, the weight of his hand at my throat, the heat

EMMA“Fuck it.”The words left my mouth in a shaky whisper, but they felt like a decision. I sat up, heart still hammering from everything Rhys had said downstairs, and reached under the bed for the small bag I had shoved there the first night. My fingers closed around the familiar shape of the vibrator. I told myself I was only going to take the edge off so I could sleep. That was all. He didn’t own me. He couldn’t just decide my body belonged to him after one night and a handful of filthy threats.I lay back against the pillows, sleep shorts pushed down to my knees, and switched the toy on to its lowest setting. The soft buzz sounded too loud in the quiet room. I pressed it between my legs and bit down on my lower lip to stay silent.It wasn’t enough at first. My body was too wound up, too used to the way he had touched me. I closed my eyes and let the memory come Rhys’s hand around my throat, the weight of him, the rough praise in my ear. The ache sharpened. I turned the setting hi

EMMAI spent the rest of the afternoon after Tristan left trying not to think about the word bratty or the way Cade’s eyes had felt on me that morning. It didn’t work. Every time the house went quiet I heard Rhys’s voice from the night before telling me bad girls didn’t get to come. Every time I closed my eyes I saw four pairs of eyes watching me like they already knew how I sounded when I begged. By early evening I was restless enough that even my own room felt too small.My mother knocked once and opened the door before I could answer.“Get your bag,” she said, already turning away. “We’re going out. Richard’s driver is waiting.”“Mom”“It’s not optional, Emma. I’ve barely seen you since we moved in. We’re testing cakes for the wedding and you’re coming with me.”There was no room in her tone for argument. Fifteen minutes later I was in the back of the black sedan beside her, watching the estate disappear behind us. She talked lightly about flavors and guest counts and how the pastr

RHYSThe kitchen was quiet for once.No Theo moving around with that careful calm. No Tristan filling the silence with easy bullshit. No Cade brooding in a corner like the world had personally offended him. Just me, a half-finished cup of black coffee, and the low hum of the refrigerator.A week.Seven days since the girl I fucked senseless in a private room at the club walked into my father’s house and became the one person I was supposed to keep my hands off. Seven days of watching her try to avoid me and failing. Seven days of walking around half-hard every time she entered a room.The door swung open.Emma walked in like I wasn’t even there. Tiny black shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass. A thin white crop top that rode up every time she reached for something, showing a strip of soft skin I had already marked once. Hair in a messy knot. No bra. I could tell from the way the fabric moved.She didn’t look at me. Didn’t acknowledge me. Just moved around the kitchen pullin