I hate sex. There, I said it. My boyfriend, Aron, doesn't know of course because I pretend. I'm not sure whether I'm broken or whether I can ever be fixed. But for now, I'll keep up the pretenses because Aron's life is addictive. He is kind, patient and attentive. He has the perfect home, great parents, everything I've ever wanted but don't have. So if I have to play this role then I will because it's better to live a lie rather than live my truth. The only problem is Aron's arrogant, recently released from prison, dick of a brother. Reagen. He hates Aron so he hates me which is fine because I hate him too. I especially hate him when he walks in on me and Aron having sex and instead of walking away like any decent human being, what does he do? He hides in the shadows where only I can see him and he watches. He watches me. And what do I do? I let him watch because despite my hate for him, my boiling anger, it's the first time I have ever orgasmed in my life and it was mind blowing. And now that I've felt it, a new kind of euphoria, I'm not sure I can go back to never feeling it again. But I have to because there's something dark inside of me and it craves dangerous addictions. And Reagen James is an addiction that could completely unravel me.