Mommy never wanted her. She made it clear in little ways. A too-tight braid. A sigh when Clarabelle…

“Please, Bastian,” I panted, shame and need twisting together as I arched back, offering myself fully. “Fuck me….

His eyes flashed with something feral, a dangerous thrill, and before I could blink, he’d backed me against…

The humid night air clung to my skin like a lover’s breath, heavy with the scent of jasmine…

I was just another bored teenager, spending my summer babysitting for extra cash. But things got a lot…