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Every word landed like a stone in still water, rippling outward into territories I didn't want to examine. "Dallas might be head over heels," Hazel continued, "might look at you and see someone worth crying over. But I don't. I see a man with secrets and blood on his clothes and a family that reeks of something rotten." She paused, letting it sink in. "She's my best friend. She's all I have. And you're going to destroy her without even meaning to." The bathroom faucet shut off. We both heard it, the sudden silence pressing down like a hand.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

And now this. Molly’s eyes narrowed, voice cracking with venom. “You’re a pathetic slut, you know that? Three guys, Grace? At once? What the hell is wrong with you?” I didn’t blink. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I wanted them. They wanted me. That’s it.” She scoffed, almost laughed. “You think that makes you powerful? That just makes you disgusting.” I tilted my head, watching her unravel. “You can call it whatever you want, Molly. But I’m not the one who snuck into someone’s room to sabotage their life because I couldn’t stand not being the center of attention.”

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“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

The desk felt cold in my palms. My blouse hung shredded around my elbows. My skirt bunched around my waist, still twisted. My heels were gone-I didn't even know when. Nick dragged a hand down my back "Look at you. Still dripping" "I can't stop," I whispered. "You don't want to stop," Jake corrected. He leaned in, whispering filth in my ear., “You love being filled. You love how we use your body."

I lift one leg and tilt my hips to reach that place inside me that makes me see stars… Fuck, why does he have to be so sexy? I reach out to pick up my diary to read one of my fantasies and then I remember… I gave it to Oliver at the door…. “Oh my…” my fingers freeze against my pussy lips. I hope he doesn't read any of my dirty secrets… He will never forgive me if he sees them…

I growl, glancing over at her. Zoey reaches over, grabbing my hand in hers. She puts my hand on her thigh and whispers. “I’m not wearing any.” I look over at her and nearly drive right off the road. She hasn’t been wearing any panties under that tiny dress this whole time? I slide my hand up her thigh, slipping under the hem of her dress. My fingers graze across her bare pussy and she shivers. “Fuck Zoey.” I groan, sliding my finger down a little lower. Zoey spreads her legs further, giving me better access. “Mmmm, you are already wet baby.” I say, smirking a little.

"That's a good thing, right? Intense is sexy." "Tash, something happened," I said, my voice barely a whisper. And then, the whole story came pouring out of me. The locked drawer, the journal, getting caught, the blackmail, the deal. I left out no detail. I told her everything—my fear, my shame, and my sick, twisted arousal. When I was finished, the room was silent. Tasha just stared at me, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with shock. "Holy shit," she finally breathed out. "Holy. Fucking. Shit, Elara."