Eighty Eight Butterfly

River Wilson has her entire life planned: earn top grades, avoid distractions, and graduate as valedictorian. Love? Boys? Drama? Not on the schedule. But her perfect plan unravels the moment she steps into her new university apartment… and finds Taylor DeLuca shirtless, tattooed, and infuriatingly smug, standing in her kitchen. Thanks to a university housing glitch and a name too ambiguous to question, River ends up living with the one thing she promised to avoid: a boy who looks like trouble and acts like he invented it. Now she’s armed with a list of house rules, a schedule tighter than her ponytail, and one unbreakable boundary: no flirting. But Taylor has a smirk that makes her forget her rules… and a past that’s more complicated than his cocky charm lets on. What happens when the girl who has everything under control is forced to live with the boy who thrives on chaos? Let’s just say... Rule Number Eight is about to get broken.

WARNING: 18+ This story contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and situations that are not suitable for readers under 18. Read at your own risk. *** When Noah Gonzaga, a 22-year-old model, moves into his mother’s new husband’s house, he never expected to gain a stepbrother who is eight years older than he is and is clearly unwilling to welcome him. From the start, he already knew Kayden didn’t want him there. Well, Noah felt the same. He hated this entire messed-up situation. If it weren’t for his mother, Noah would have never agreed to live under the same roof as her new family. However, he couldn’t just let her stay alone with a man she’d married after knowing him for six months. What he didn’t expect even more was to end up in his stepbrother’s bed one night, completely lost in the desire to be owned by him, forgetting entirely how much they hated each other. They hated each other, yes, but they also hated how their bodies couldn’t resist each other’s desires, even when they knew it was wrong.

I never thought I’d see Connor Rogers again. Not after three years. Naked, straddling him, watching him fall apart under my touch... I leaned down, brushing my lips on his neck, and whispered: "Give me the contract." His blue eyes darkened. And I knew I’d won. I always smiled at him. The curve of my lips? Carefully practiced. Just enough to seduce. Never enough to feel No one knew what hides behind that smile. Not the crash that had killed my mother. Not the baby I had lost at eight months, torn from me in a pool of blood. I didn’t love Connor. Not anymore. Not after everything. But I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to beg for me, to break for me. As for the woman who had hurt me, She would learn what it felt like to lose everything.