|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

***** MATURE CONTENT**** WARNING!! RATED R 18+ only This is a short, to the point book. I didn't want a lot of background and details. Just a satisfying quick read He is the definition of sex. Dark features, gauged ears, tattoos, and attitude. He makes my body come alive with just his eyes. I wonder what he could do with his hands.. His name is Devon.. And he's My brother's roommate...

I pushed him on to the bed and stumbled on top of him, hastily unbuttoning his shirt whilst his fingers trailed up my body, entwining with my hair. Breathing heavily, i cupped his face and leaned in closer, until our lips were a few centimeters apart, before we could continue i had a question which demanded an answer. "Nate" i exhaled, preparing myself for my question. "Arielle" he replied, a smile emerging onto his lips as his fingers trailed from my hair to my torso, finally resting on my hips. "What are we?" I questioned whilst sitting up and straddling him. I know i shouldn't pressure him about labels but this has been going on for too long. "We're friends," he simply stated, avoiding eye contact. "Just friends?" i asked, making direct eye contact with him. We weren't 'just friends' - ' just friends' don't look at each other like that. 'Just friends' don't spend late nights having sex and getting drunk at each others house behind their boyfriend's and girlfriend's back - we're more than 'just friends'. "I guess we're more than friends" he paused, pulling me back on top of him and planting a trail of kisses from my lips to my neck. "But definitely less than a couple," he admitted. I bit my lip. "I don't think i can be your 'friend' anymore, Nate," i confessed. Confusion dominated his face as i elaborated, "I can do better, with you. With us together. Face it, we're nowhere near 'just friends' are we?" i stated, attentively observing him. "I guess not - but it's too complicated for us to be more,right now...You have a boyfriend. I have a girlfriend. Labels are the last thing we need right now," he assured me, tracing patterns on my hip. I sighed, he was right. It was too complicated. The last thing i want is to hurt my best friends. "You drive me completely out of my mind, Arielle. For you, i'd do absolutely anything. But right now, labels are not what we need. We just need each other," he reassured me, crashing his lips on to mine.

"You just don't understand what you do to me. I can't control myself." He kisses me harshly after I say that. His tongue pushes my lips and I try so hard to not let him in. He bits my lip making me gasp. Taking his chance, he gains access. His tongue dances around with mine as he pushes me until my back is pressed on the cabinets behind me. He pulls away leaving me breathless and cold. I pull him back making his warmth travel through my body. He smirks looking down at me before speaking. "And you have no idea how bad I just want to take you and bend you over this counter."

| a true story about a boy who hides his pain behind his smile and a girl determined to see it | - FREE story with paid Exclusive Chapters and Writer Reveals - Twice Featured - Taylor Ming is trying to cope with the aftermath of her twin brother's suicide, and her depressed mother and avoidant father aren't really helping. With one of her friends' self-harming while another deals with a chronically ill boyfriend, being diagnosed with Diabetes and forced to use insulin thrice a day is Taylor's worst nightmare. When she catches the school's golden boy Shane Gray popping pills in a bathroom, then, Taylor is sure she's in a living hell. Is he depressed? Is he using drugs? She's afraid of losing more people and strikes a deal with Shane. He'll tell her if he ever has the urge to hurt himself and she'll keep his secret. What neither of them knows, however, is that he's already hurting himself without knowing it. And Shane's life is falling apart quicker than Taylor's. Because life isn't black and white and, sometimes, seeing gray can make all the difference. Warning: The story talks about suicide, self-harm, drug use, and mental health problems which may be triggering for some readers.