When Lana Matthews, a psychology major at Seattle University, is reluctantly dragged by her roommate to an exclusive S&M club called The Looking Glass, she is mesmerized by the displays of lust, curious about the unconventional props such as a wooden throne, a giant steel spider web, and a giant birdcage, and intimidated by the exhibition portion of the evening, a time when each Dom displays his unique talents. She unexpectedly wins an evening with the club's top performer, the elusive Dom 241, who satisfies her carnal desires and unleashes a primal urge deep inside her, a dark side of her that she never knew existed, and leaves her craving more of him. Enzio Salazar has been Lana's best friend since they were young, and although he confessed his love for her numerous times, she reaffirmed each time that she wanted to remain friends. The two of them are now attending the same university, but Enzio seems different at times, and Lana cannot figure out what has changed. When she notices a partially opened package in front of Enzio's dorm room, curiosity gets the best of her, and she takes it to her room, discovering a leather garment inside. She puts it on, silently complaining of its tightness, and notices two metal latches. Connecting them, she hears a chime and the latches become locked in place, making the outfit impossible to remove. Wondering why Enzio would order such an outfit, she is stunned to learn that he dabbles in S&M, and she realizes how little she actually knows about him, like where he works, or who he may be, other than her beloved Enzio.
First draft so it's very very rough!!!!
Completed
My name is Lana Walker. My life had been a fairytale. Until tragedy struck. A car crash that obliterates my entire life including my three mates.
I survived but at what cost? Five months later I'm still in pieces. Everyone knows losing your mates is the fastest way to madness.
Except on a good ole Monday, I see my mates. From the way everyone around me is behaving, they never died. Neither do they remember me. They despise me. My life has taken a bizarre turn with an unstable power within me, a secret force behind strange attacks and three mates who are on my case. For unknown reasons.. I may have broken into their apartment and attracted their attention. Some very negative attention.
"Lana", he coos softly, and I hum in response ", I'm not fucking anyone, pretty girl"
My cheeks burn at the familiar nickname, and I swallow my suddenly dry throat until he adds,
"Yet," I almost pull a muscle in my neck turning to look at him.
When he glances back at me and sees the obvious disgust on my face, he closes his eyes, rubbing his lips together in amusement.
There is a rare show of softness for me when he looks at me his fingers stroke my chin to cheer me up.
"I'm going to fuck you, aren't I?" my breathing picks up, and I try to see the deception but find none.
Just his arrogance and lust. For me.
"we'll see" I swallow and stroke a hand down my straightened hair.
Jackson cocks his head to the side, the challenge accepted.
The hunt is on.
"oh, I am fucking you. Six Ways to Sunday"
Book one of the "what we did do series"
Dark romance/ reverse harem.
Mature themes
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