It was supposed to be just a detour. One drink, maybe two. A roadside bar off the highway called The Iron Rack—a place Ethan remembered from years ago, where the whiskey was cheap and the pool table still had burn marks from cigarettes long stubbed out. He’d told Lena it would be quiet, out of the way. No expectations. But the moment Lena stepped into the backroom, the smell hit her first—whiskey, smoke, and something els...

'There's a strange thrill in falling for someone who could ruin you with just a smile.' But with Rhea, even her smirks carried shrapnel--sharp-edged and deliberate, like she wanted to see what bled. She was the kind of woman who made everything burn brighter, hotter--especially the parts of Vikram that should've stayed numb. The parts that knew better. The parts that had buried desire under logic and self-preservation lon...

Leah adjusted the short, pleated black skirt that hugged her hips and barely grazed the tops of her thighs as the warm night breeze teased at the hem. Beneath, the black lace bodysuit Daniel had chosen clung to her like silk ink—strapless, sheer in delicate places, its tight fit accentuating every curve. The skirt was daring, almost scandalously short, paired with thigh-high stockings whose lacy tops peeked out boldly wit...