Hi, my name is Rose. I'm nineteen years old, and right now, I'm in college, trying to figure out who I am and where I belong in this big, confusing world. On the outside, I probably look like any other student rushing to classes, juggling assignments, and pretending I have everything under control. But inside, things feel a little more complicated.
Not too long ago, I went through a breakup with my ex-boyfriend, Noah. He was my first love, the person I thought I could trust, and losing him left me feeling like I'd lost a part of myself. For a while, it was hard to breathe without thinking of him, hard to walk around campus without expecting him to appear around the corner. Some days I still catch myself remembering the way he laughed or the way he said my name, and those memories tug at me, even when I wish they wouldn't.
But life has a funny way of moving forward, even when you feel like you're standing still. A few weeks after Noah and I ended things, someone new arrived on campus-Liam Payne. He's nothing like Noah. Where Noah always felt familiar and safe, Liam feels exciting, unpredictable, almost like a spark that catches you off guard. He has this presence that makes people turn their heads when he walks into a room, but it isn't just his looks-it's the way he carries himself, confident yet kind.
I didn't mean to notice him as much as I did. At first, I thought it was just a harmless crush, the kind you get when you're trying to distract yourself from heartbreak. But the more I saw him, the harder it was to look away. Something about Liam makes me curious, like there's a whole story written across his smile, and I want to know every chapter.
So here I am: Rose, nineteen, a little bruised from love, a little hopeful for something new, and maybe-just maybe-ready to let my heart take another chance.
"It's your turn to pleasure me," she whispered breathily.
"Um...how?" I asked, referring to the handcuffs that restrained me to the bedposts and the blindfold that concealed my vision. "I can't see...or move."
But I quickly learned the answer when she sat upon my face.
Ooh. That's how. In that case, yes, Ma'am.
I dutifully obliged as any good submissive would, licking and teasing her sex with my tongue. She tasted almost sweet, and I found myself craving her even more.
She moaned and sighed in pleasure, writhing atop me. And when her thighs began to tremble violently, I knew she had climaxed.
***
"I can fix him."
These are the words Addison Miller tells herself when trying to convince her emotionally unavailable best friend, Matt Jones, that they should date.
Burned by a cheating ex, he has closed himself off to love. There's just one problem, the sex between him and Addison is steamy, electric, and a whole other level of kinky that he's never experienced before.
Neither can walk away from their friends with benefits situation, but while Addison is struggling with the addiction that is her love for Matt, he's battling a dark addiction of his own.
Can Addison save him, or will Matt succumb to the demons of his past?