Sara expected to meet fellow bibliophiles and hearty conversations about prose and reading when she joined a local book club. Fueled with caffeine and passionate talks, she became well acquainted with her new bookoholic friends, especially with Dominic, the man with midnight raven hair and oceanic blue eyes whose charm worked on her like black magic. Though she only intended to bond platonically, she couldn't help but reciprocate his flirtatious glances and sexual innuendos when she thought no one noticed. As she found herself stuck between her poor attempt at surviving her failing relationship and her profound desire for her hot, persuasive writer, she couldn't say no when he made a generous offer she's more than willing to compromise: private writing sessions at his place. ⚠ content/trigger warning: contains mature content, sexual assault, self-harm, mentions of ED, cursing, alcohol/drugs use, emotional abuse & cheating

He had darkness follow him until she came along sprinkling her own glitter trail with him. Disclaimer; this is a SLOW BURN... (Grammar and Spelling correction are in the works)

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

(Book #5 out of Best Friend Series) ______________________________ "Nina." I halt in my steps, moving away from Jace as he walks closer to me with a thunderous expression. "Jace?" I question, still backing away from the man in front of me. The Best Friend of my boyfriend. "Be quiet," he demands softly, his eyes on mine in a dangerous, predatory way that has my insides quivering. So wrong. I want to speak again, but his body is so close to mine now. He pushes into me, ever closer than before and I suck in a shaky breath. He's so close that I can feel his body heat sizzling against my chest. I feel my face flush. "We can't," my voice cracks. Get it together, Nina! "I don't care," he growls, pushing me against the wall until I'm fully pressed to the cool material. His forearms glue themselves beside my head, his face only centimeters from my own, and his hips pin me in place. "I'm sick of trying to ignore it, Nina. I'm sick of seeing you with him, seeing his fucking lips on yours." "Jace-" "They should be my lips, Nina." His voice grows quiet. "They always should have been." I don't get a chance to respond this time, not like it would've changed anything, because his mouth is on mine. That's not the worst part. The worst part is me closing my eyes and giving in. Worst mistake yet. WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, violence, swearing and drugs. Read at own risk!