Part 2 "Hold still," Madison murmured, her breath ghosting over my cheek. "If you twitch, you’re going to look like a raccoon, and I am not redoing this." I froze, holding my breath while the cold, wet tip of the eyeliner pen traced the corner of my eye. We were squeezed into her tiny, overly bright bathroom, the air thick with the smell of hairspray and that expensive vanilla perfume she practically bathes in. I was sitt...

Part 1 The bright morning sun felt different on my skin. Possessive. It was like it was laying a warm hand over every single place Colin had marked. I was practically floating across the hot, sugary sand. The sound of the surf was lazy, just this distant rhythm, but my blood was thrumming. My red lifeguard bikini... it didn't feel like a uniform. It felt more like a victory banner, you know? Stretched tight across my body...

I remember that Halloween night like frost creeping across a windowpane, the kind that etches patterns you can’t quite forget, no matter how the sun tries to melt them away. That was the night everything changed. The world had been humming along in its usual chaotic rhythm—headlines full of storms and shifts that nobody could pin down, people arguing over causes while the seasons played tricks. But me? I was just trying t...

The private room of the upscale steakhouse buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of background jazz. Mahogany walls glowed warm in the candlelight. Crystal goblets gleamed. And Charlotte sat near the end of the long table, legs crossed beneath her tight black pencil skirt, sipping a whiskey neat—her drink of choice when she wanted to feel powerful. She’d been Benjamin Holt’s personal assistant for five...

The men stare at Sky as she looks up at them as they wait for her to say yes or no. It is more of a formality at this point as they all know what the answer soon leaving her lips will be. “Drop those pants, I think I need to fuck some cocks," Sky says with a bit of a shook to her herself, how quickly she accepts being the payment. The men chuckle and smile at her expected answer. With her weak body and mind, it feels like...

It was supposed to be a joke. A dare. A horny couple’s game on a cold night off the E6. I didn’t think she’d actually go through with it. I didn’t think watching her disappear into that truck cab would turn me on so much I couldn’t breathe. The heater ticked in intervals. Outside, snow was coming down in fat, lazy flakes, piling up in soft mounds around the tires. The rest stop sat quiet off the E6, just past Mo i Rana, n...

By the time they reached the festival gates, Eli already felt old. Mina didn’t. She wore a white dress that clung to her hips and moved like smoke in the breeze. Her boots were scuffed, her nails chipped, but she walked with the loose confidence of someone who knew eyes were on her and didn’t care. Or pretended not to. They passed security. Someone handed them a paper map and a wristband, neither of which they looked at....

The rain was steady against the windows. One of those slow, Northern spring nights that never got completely dark. We had eaten late, cleaned up slow, and poured the last of the wine without speaking. Anna sat with one foot tucked under her thigh, her hair damp from a shower, her skin still warm from the bath. No makeup. No performance. Just her. The way I liked her most. She looked at me differently that night. Not flirt...

The island wasn’t even supposed to be the destination. Just a quiet stopover between ferries. A final night in the archipelago on the Norwegian coast before they returned to Trondheim and real life. But now the ferry sat idle, tied to the dock, engines dead. Wind off the Norwegian Sea had turned bitter and wet. Rain lashed sideways off the water, fine as needles. The sky was slate, the sea worse. Anna stepped out of the r...