Jade has led a sheltered life, never having had a boyfriend or engaged in romantic or physical relationships. While her lack of experience leaves her feeling uncertain, there is an undeniable curiosity that stirs within her. She yearns to understand her own desires, to embrace her fantasies, but fears judgment from others who question how she can know what she wants without prior experience. As Jade embarks on her quest for self-discovery, she wonders if there will be someone who can guide her through her desires and offer the trust and understanding she seeks. In her journey, she encounters individuals who challenge her assumptions about love, intimacy, and the exploration of pleasure. Through these encounters, Jade begins to shed her fears and open herself to the possibility of finding someone who will accept and support her.

Raven Bordeaux never liked dealing with people. She liked being encased in her drama free bubble with her few close-knit friends. Though that changed when Clayton Sorenson, the epitome of popular jocks, decided that she was going to help him with his French. The world isn't as crystal clear as we would hope. There are entire worlds hidden behind walls.

- ᴀ ʙᴡᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇ. ɪ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ." ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ. "ʙᴏʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴍᴇ" ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ, ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ɢʀɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀꜱʜᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴛᴀꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ.

"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." ***** Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance