...because what's buried always finds its way back. Book 3

Senna has always lived quietly. Haunted by the scars of childhood sexual abuse, disordered eating, and silent battles with depression, she's spent her life shrinking, trying not to take up space, trying to appear as the perfect child while wanting to disappear. But healing begins the moment she meets Luca Churchill, who never tries to fix her... only to understand.

When loyalty and desire collide, who do you trust-your heart, or the truth? This is Book Two. Read Inevitable first to understand the fire you're walking into.

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

Jaylen let the straps slip down her arms. The dress slithered down her waist, hips, thighs, until it pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it, quiet, poised-left in nothing but a tiny scrap of dark green lace and her own power. She didn't speak. She didn't have to. Amir took one step toward her. Then another. And then he dropped to his knees. Not to seduce. Not to posture. But because his body gave out at the sight of her. Book 1