It had been five days since Lila had walked away—and not once had she looked back with regret. In those five days, Dominic hadn’t just wrecked her body; he’d rebuilt her understanding of what it could mean to be wanted. Their days blurred into a whirlwind of raw, intense physicality—his hands finding her in every corner of her apartment, his mouth claiming hers against walls, counters, the shower tile, her own trembling s...

The headboard cracked against the lip of the U-Haul for what felt like the hundredth time, and Lila didn’t flinch. Her fingers ached, jaw locked, every nerve bristling with sun, sweat, and frustration. The thing was a perfect nightmare—too heavy to be graceful, too awkward to angle, dragging at her like it knew she was alone. One thigh braced against the bumper, she yanked hard, teeth gritted, her t-shirt glued to her spi...

Their apartment was spotless, except for the silence thick as blood. The TV was dark, the window cracked for air, and Livy stood there like a loaded gun, arms crossed, a tremble under her skin that wasn’t illness anymore—it was fury. “Do you even remember their names?” she spat, a bitter lilt curling her words into a knife. Her face—Sadie's face—twisted in disgust, eyes burning from across the room. Sadie sat hunched on t...

“Don’t worry, I got you, sis,” Sadie whispered, her thumb worrying the edge of the laminated badge resting in her lap. Livy Taylor. The name printed bold above a photo that looked like her—technically, exactly her—but wasn’t. Her twin sister smiled in the picture, their shared fiery red hair catching the light, her head tilted in a way that promised secrets, a brazen spark Sadie had never been able to fake. The black SUV...

The sunsets on this island don’t just fade—they transform, spreading their colors slow and deliberate across the sky. Magenta melting into lavender, lavender bleeding into gold, all of it mirrored in the steady glass of the sea. During the day, that sea is blue. Not just blue—endlessly blue, stretching unbroken from horizon to horizon, so vast and untouched it feels more like a painting than something real. And for all th...

Isaac hadn’t planned to spend his post-grad summer chauffeuring strangers through the tangled veins of Los Angeles, but with no callbacks from design firms and his checking account bleeding out, Uber was an easy concession to inertia. A month in, the routine had dulled him to a sleepwalk: strangers in, strangers out, always quiet, always forgettable. He barely remembered faces, let alone names. The car became a confession...

David Harper reached for his coffee, embracing the warm ceramic in his fingers. The first sip was bitter, the heat curling in his chest before he set the mug down beside his Sales Manager nameplate. Emails first, then the department meeting, then lunch, then the end-of-season party—then the weekend. Finally. Then, however, he saw her. It was a mere flicker of movement at the edge of his vision, but when he glanced up all...

The space beneath Abbie’s desk was stifling, drenched in shadows and heat, but she barely noticed. In one sense, the world was shut out; in another, her entire world was right here, in the stiff weight of John against her tongue, and in the thrill of knowing her mouth was unraveling him piece by trembling piece. She took him deeper, savoring the velvety heat of his cock as it slid through her lips and filled her mouth com...

John leaned back on the unmade bed of his dorm room. The faint sounds of the campus buzzed outside—yet it was the stillness of the room that held his focus. Abbie stood by the desk, and the air seemed to thrum with anticipation as her fingers toyed the edge of her skirt. She was subtly beautiful in a way that would catch anyone off guard. Red hair spilled over her shoulders, and the fiery strands caught the dim light to m...