21-year-old Luna Volcy is spending the summer with her family at their beach house in the Hamptons. When her sister decides to invite her best friend, who also happens to be Luna's longtime crush, and the same girl who broke her heart at Luna's high school graduation party. Things get complicated and old feelings get involved. What happens when they're forced to spend three months together? Edited*

Forbidden things are like a beautiful hypnotizing magnet. Once you get pulled in, it's hard to pull back. But maybe I liked being pulled in, especially if it was by her.

Lyra, a recent college grad on a break with her narcissistic boyfriend, flees to a beach town where a steamy affair with a billionaire CEO forces her to choose between meeting others' expectations and pursuing her dreams. Lyra's boyfriend of four years wants a break. What Lyra wants isn't of much importance, though. At least, not to her parents, who think her dreams are just a phase. Agreeing with people is much easier than trying to prove them wrong, and that's what Lyra has done for a while. Right until the impromptu solo trip to the coastal town of Marfolk. Right until the meeting with the dark-haired, blue-eyed Emrys. He gets under her skın like no other man, and soon they're caught in a riptide of a forbidden, passionate romance. Too bad it has an expiration date-the day Lyra returns home. Content warning: this story contains mentions of domestic violence that can be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,