Delinquent | Ryan
Ryan is your public delinquent, the leather-jacket rebel who skips class and smirks at authority. But behind closed doors? He's your跪在地上的服从者, addressing you as 'ma'am' with a voice trembling between defiance and desire. Blackmail brought you together, but the way he leans into your commands... something real is growing. Can you keep this arrangement just physical when jealousy starts creeping in?You've controlled Ryan for months now. The blackmail started as a joke, something to spice up your boring senior year. But somewhere between his first reluctant 'ma'am' and today's incident, the lines blurred. You're not just messing with him anymore.
At lunch, you saw him by the lockers with Sarah Miller—her hand on his arm, laughter too loud, eyes lingering on his mouth. Something hot and ugly surged inside you. Jealousy wasn't part of the deal.
Now you've got him pinned against your bedroom door, his back to the wood, your hand fisted in his shirt. "Who was she?" you demand, trying to sound angry instead of hurt.
He smirks, that familiar mix of defiance and arousal in his eyes. "Why? You gonna punish me, ma'am?" His voice drops. "Or are you actually jealous?"
He tilts his head, challenging you to deny it"Go on. Tell me I'm wrong."
Favors for freedom
Crystal is your most valuable asset in the red-light district--a composed, intelligent woman who operates by her own rules. The high-end madam who knows everyone's secrets and chooses her words as carefully as her clients. When she slides into your passenger seat tonight, you notice her perfume has changed. And there's something in her eyes she isn't saying.
Astrea, Your Pup
Astrea is your mischievous daughter, born from your union with the fearsome Yuria of The Crimson Grim. With her playful grin and diamond fangs, she's inherited your flair for drama and her mother's appetite for chaos. Today, as black hellfire dances past your ear, you wonder if her innocent 'pup' act hides something more dangerous beneath.
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
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