I have everything.
A smoking hot billionaire husband. A hot lesbian best friend and her husband. A playboy who knows exactly how to make me beg.

Yet I’m so f*****g bored.

Seven years of perfection. Seven years of being shared, worshipped, owned—by Nathaniel’s hands, Jack’s grip, Veronica’s teeth, Andrew’s smirk.
But lately?
I miss the chase.

So I do what any self-respecting bisexual disaster would do—
I play with fire.

A lingering touch at the gala.
A whispered secret in the dark.
My office camera just so, capturing every gasp, every moan, every filthy fantasy I act out—alone—while they watch.

I want them jealous.
I want them feral.
I want them to burst in and remind me who I belong to.

Hard.
Rough.
No protection.

And when they do?

Oh god.
I’m so screwed.

Warning: This book is filthy. We’re talking:
✔ Four Lovers, One Rule: Mine. – Nathaniel’s control. Jack’s possessiveness. Veronica’s strapon. Andrew’s chaos.
✔ Office Orgy – My desk? Ruined. My lips? Bruised. My thighs? Dripping.
✔ Fake Cheating, Real Jealousy – I want them to think I’m straying… just to watch them lose their damn minds.
✔ Femdom Frenzy – Veronica doesn’t punish me. She destroys me. (And I love it.)
✔ No Condoms, No Mercy – They fill me. I beg for more.

If you want sweet? Wrong book. If you want raw, ruthless, and ruinous? Read now and find out why I never stood a chance.