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I went down to the garden to smoke in my nightgown and ran into two of my partner’s friends. Half an hour later, I was naked on a table, eyes wide open.

I sent her the voice message at three in the morning: tomorrow we’re going back, and this time there’ll be no holding back. She replied with a list of what she wanted him to do to us.

He said he’d pick me up at five and told me not to ask questions. I never imagined what I’d have to hide while we walked through the crowds.

Three men at home, one bed, and me at the center of it all. I learned what it meant to rule a pack—until I wanted something more.

I met her at the hotel bar: elegant, short blond hair, and a smile that had already decided what would happen to me. I never imagined why she had chosen me.

I’d gone three months without writing a decent line. What I never imagined was that my writer’s block would be cured from the most unexpected side of my own body.

When I found out what the forfeit was, I was struck dumb. Not because I couldn’t, but because it exposed me with a man who knew half the city. And yet I arrived on time that first day.

I thought the house next door was empty. When I looked up from my book and saw him on the balcony, I knew exactly what I was going to do with him.

He left the sheet on the bed, folded in four, with my new name written at the top. Every line was an order, and I already knew I would obey them all.

They got into my car thinking they were only going to take a bath and eat a hot meal. I had already decided that afternoon wouldn’t end with them dressed.

Every time she pushed open the bar’s door, six men rose at once, as if they had rehearsed the scene hundreds of nights.

He was obsessed with one idea, and I played with fire every time I slipped away to meet him where no one could see us.

I had spent years faking it in my husband’s bed. That night, a man half my age whispered a bolero in my ear, and everything I thought was asleep inside me suddenly woke up.

By day she checked rooms and schedules with a friendly smile. By night, that same smile meant something very different to anyone who opened the door.