Growing up he was the bad boy with a heart of gold, but his charm never worked on me. He never fell for my sweet, girl-next-door act either.

We were the only ones who could glimpse beyond the façades we created for the world, but we still only saw the worst in each other.

I was content to avoid him when I returned to our hometown.

That became impossible when I showed up to meet my new Dom and found him waiting for me.

He was the last person I would ever submit to, so I did the only thing I could. I ran, but it was too late.

I already gave the devil a laundry list of ways to make me fall at his feet and he planned to use it against me.

It’s not a fair fight, but who wants to win when losing feels this good?