After going through a hard break up, Elise tries to get herself together. Meeting them in a rather weird encounter at a club, Elise catches the eyes of no other than the cold trio Vincent, Caden and Aaron. Maybe those three can give her exactly what she needs, realize her deepest desires and give her what she needs the most, love. Or maybe they're the worst thing that could've ever happened to her, maybe they are a curse and she needs to stay away. But temptation is a bitch. READ THE TAGS! Mature story, there will not be TW, read carefully.

🚨‼️PLEASE READ‼️🚨 Due to my book getting reports, I have REMOVED all punishment scenes, hardcore scenes and sex scenes. All of those scenes will only be available on REAM under the $3 Tier. LINK IS IN MY BIO🩷 The series will continue on Wattpad as normal... just WITHOUT the scenes listed above. ----- Julian thought training Alec would be a mission... structured, contained, temporary. A way to help a broken sub find his way back from the edge without letting the past bleed into his present life with Preston. He was wrong. Alec arrives like a storm no one can predict: sharp-tongued, guarded, reckless, pushing every boundary Julian tries to set. He scoffs at rules, tests limits, vanishes for hours only to return marked and defiant. Yet beneath the attitude is a quiet desperation... a boy who learned early that love hurts, so better to hurt first and harder. Julian sees it and Preston sees it. And both of them refuse to look away. Preston, now fully collared and deeply surrendered, finds himself unexpectedly drawn into the orbit of Alec's chaos. Alec is not an easy book to read. His pages are torn, ink smeared, words crossed out and rewritten in anger. Most people would close him and walk away. Not Julian and Preston. They turn the pages together because they both know that if you have the patience to push through the fear and the rage and the self-sabotage... what waits at the end is a story worth cherishing. This is a story of three hearts learning... messily, painfully, beautifully... how to hold each other without breaking.

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!

Preston is a reckless submissive who doesn't play by the rules. At least that's what his one friend, Sammie describes him as. Preston plays with Doms, spits them out, and never lets them touch him more than once. The reason is simple... he doesn't want to get attached. He believes if he leaves them first, they can't leave him first. Hurt is not something he ever wants to feel again... and he's happy with the way his life is going. A good job at the local animal shelter by day, and a secret lifestyle at night. He's cool... until this Dom takes interest in him. Too much interest. Preston knows who Dom Julian Voss is. He's the one who trains subs in Eclipse. The one Preston loves watching on stage and in the open play rooms, but Preston has never played with him, and doesn't want to. Until Julian convinces him to give him one night and promises the best scene of Preston's life. Unfortunately that was true... and now Preston has to dump him faster than the plague because Preston can't get attached to him. But Julian has other plans because he's already become attached to Preston. He pursues him hard... and eventually he convinces Preston to play with him after one very explicit scene on stage with Julian and a sub he was training. But the 2nd session turns into a 3rd and then... before Preston knows it, it's been 10, and feelings are starting to develop. Which is something Preston has always ran from.