My boyfriend, Blake Finch, has passed out drunk on the bed. All I hear is his loud snores.

But his roommate, Dylan Olson, begins to scoot closer to me. I can feel scorching heat rolling off his body.

"Giselle, what should we do now that Blake is asleep?"

A mix of embarrassment and a quiet thrill shoots through my veins, making my throat go dry.

"No… Ah… Don't do this… He's going to wake up…"

As soon as my voice falls, I feel a hand rest on my butt. Soon, it starts groping me.

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men.

Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules.

The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect.

Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time.

I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

Blake pushed me against the door after he locked it. His kisses were hot and messy, making my mind go blank.

I let my hands slide down from where they were pinned against the door, feeling how his skin burned against my fingertips. Desire was set aflame in my stomach and slowly traveled upward, burning away the last of my rationality.

I trembled as we moved clumsily against each other.

Blake pressed his warm palm against my lips when I involuntarily let out a short whine.

"Shh, keep it down, babe," he murmured, his hot breath fanning across my ear and making it tingle. "My roommate might come back at any time. It won't be good if he hears us."

My cheeks burned. I didn't know where to put my hands or feet. Yet my body tensed with excitement when I heard Blake's words. I felt like I was going insane from the mixture of embarrassment and thrill that spread through me.

I could feel Blake's warmth seeping through my thin sweater as he held my waist with one hand and unzipped my skirt with the other. Then he slipped his hand in through the zipper's opening and hooked his finger around the edge of my underwear.

He tugged it before letting it snap back against my sensitive skin, sending a violent tremble through me that had me nearly losing my balance.

The cold wind billowed in through the window, blowing directly against my naked waist.

I shivered at the sensation, which also seemed to jog the last bits of rationality that I had left.

"D-did you buy… that?"

Blake paused before he pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I bought it a long time ago."

He rummaged through his coat pocket for a moment before going completely still. He cursed under his breath and murmured, "It's gone."

I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head, extinguishing the flames of desire within me.

I shoved him away and said coldly, "Well, aren't you going to buy some now?"

Blake didn't budge. Instead, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and nuzzled against my skin while his hands roamed all over my body.

It didn't take long for him to get me all hot and bothered again.

"Be good and wait for me," Blake murmured when he finally let go of me.

He grabbed a small bag from his bedside cabinet and shoved it into my hands, saying, "Change into this. I'll be back soon."

He then grabbed his keys and bolted out of the room.

I looked into the bag. Inside was a black, lacy nightdress—a few measly pieces of fabric held together by some thin straps.

I could feel my heart hammering against my ribcage.

It was as if there were two tiny voices inside me. One screamed and berated me for being utterly shameless while the other shouted in an even louder voice for me to hurry up and put on the dress.

In the end, my desire overpowered my shame.

The lace felt cool against my warm skin, but I still felt as if I was burning up all over.

I looked down at my own body.

The black lace barely covered the important parts, but it made my skin look even paler and more alluring. The straps also accentuated my luscious curves. I realized that I looked even more captivating in the dress than I would have if I was just naked.

I looked forward to Blake's large hands pinning me on the bed and playing with the straps with his callused fingers. I couldn't wait for him to break down my final defenses and dominate both my body and mind.

I was worried about losing control of myself when I was drowning in the throes of pleasure. Yet at the same time, I was also impatient to be pushed over the edge into ecstasy.

I bashfully pressed my legs together at my own thoughts. I could feel my underwear getting damp, making me feel even more embarrassed.

I switched off the lights in the room, convincing myself that I needed to conserve my energy before Blake returned.

The exhaustion from the day and the excitement from earlier warred within me, and I could feel my eyelids getting heavier.

I was still in a daze when I felt something shift in the air.

A pair of large hands roamed across my body, caressing me with just the right amount of pressure.

Was Blake back?

I shivered and jolted awake.

My body reacted faster than my mind did, and a soft whine escaped my lips.

"D-don't touch me like that," I murmured, my voice trembling. "I can't take it."

His hot breath fanned across the crook of my neck and traveled downward, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

I couldn't help myself and started quivering uncontrollably.

A low chuckle sounded next to my ear.

"I didn't know you were so sensitive," he whispered hoarsely, his voice colored with mirth.

I felt as if my rationality was being burned away by the heat that washed over me. My eyes rolled backward as drool spilled from the corner of my lips.

I grabbed his misbehaving hand and reflexively guided it lower.

However, instead of doing as I wanted, he paused.

I felt like I was on the verge of tears. "Please…"

In the next second, I felt him breathing hotly against my inner thighs, causing my tender muscles to tense up in an instant. I then felt something wet press against my skin, licking at my quivering thighs with abandon.

Blinding pleasure engulfed my mind. I couldn't help myself and let out a surprised squeak.

"Huh? Who's there?"

A familiar voice came from outside.

"Is that you, Giselle?"

It was Blake, my boyfriend!

My heart stuttered in my chest, and the burning desire within me was extinguished in a matter of seconds.

Only one thought remained in my mind—if Blake was outside, who was the man in bed with me?

But before I could wrap my head around what was going on, the man started teasing me again, causing a numbing sensation to spread through my body.

I was overwhelmed with endless waves of pleasure that only grew in intensity with every passing second.

It was a completely different feeling than when I used a toy.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing the moans that threatened to escape me. I reached out and weakly pushed my hand against the man's head.

"N-no…" I mumbled in a shaky voice. "Stop it…"

The man chuckled again, his voice low and teasing.

"Stop what?" he asked while showing no sign of stopping at all. "You're lying on my bed, dressed like this. I thought you wanted me to do this to you."

Desire and humiliation raged within me. I felt as if my skin was burning, and I was flushed a bright red all over. My breathing also turned frantic and louder.

It was obvious that the man had heard me as well, judging by the way his movements sped up and became more intense.

Blake sounded impatient as his voice came from the living room again. "Where did you go, Giselle?"

I felt as if I was drowning in humiliation. I wanted to push the man away, but my body refused to listen to me. For some reason, knowing that he wasn't Blake was making me even more excited.

The sound of a loud slap rang across the room as the man brought his hand down on my behind.

My skin stung viciously, but I could also feel a numb yet tingling sensation somewhere deep within me.

The man shifted closer to me. His voice was colored with mirth when he murmured, "You're so into this. You must be Blake's girlfriend."

My mind went blank. I nodded bashfully before I stammered, "Yes… L-let go of me."

The man let out a low chuckle.

I couldn't make out his appearance in the dark, but I could feel his heated breath fanning across my face, carrying an undeniably masculine scent. It made my own breathing go haywire.

"Let you go?" he asked. "And then what? Are you going to walk out of my room in these scraps you call clothes? Are you going to let Blake see you in this state?"

The man's words cut through the haze of desire clouding my mind and restored some of my rationality.

He was right. I couldn't face Blake like this—not when I was practically wearing nothing. On top of that, I was clearly aroused. I was shaking all over, and my inner thighs were a mess. Anyone could tell at a single glance what I had been doing.

If I left the man's room now, I would be sending myself to my demise.

But if I didn't leave the room, Blake would notice that something was amiss sooner or later.

A chill ran down my spine when I realized that I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Yet I also noticed that my quivering body had become more sensitive due to the terror and guilt coursing through me.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

The man seemed to be reveling in my fear. His hands kept moving as he asked, "Didn't you dress like this because you wanted someone to sleep with you?"

I was horrified by his bluntness, but I couldn't find the words to come up with a retort. He had hit the nail right on the head, exposing the desires that I kept hidden in the deepest, darkest part of my heart.

"I… No…"

My denial sounded weak to my own ears, and I failed to even convince myself.

"No?"

The man scoffed and twisted his hand under the blankets, causing me to jolt violently.

"No… Don't touch me there…"

I could barely hear myself as I subconsciously pressed my legs together.

The man pressed his lips to my ear and whispered in a low, teasing voice, "What's wrong? Can't take it anymore?"

However, we were interrupted when someone knocked on the door.

"Are you in there, Giselle? I'm coming in!" Blake exclaimed.

My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest.

The door wasn't locked. It was over.

Just as I thought that Blake was going to catch us in the act, the man suddenly moved. He didn't let go of me. Instead, he held me tighter and rolled to the side, pinning me under him.

The bed creaked softly under our combined weight, but it sounded especially deafening in the silence of the room.

I gasped in surprise as my eyes widened. I was just about to start struggling when the man captured my lips in a searing kiss.

His kisses were wildly different from Blake's, filled with dominance and possessiveness. His scent assaulted my senses, giving me no chance to catch my breath.

My mind went blank.

"How strange… Where is she?" Blake murmured from beyond the door.

My entire body went stiff from fear, and I even forgot how to breathe.

The man seemed to notice how tense I was. Not only did he not stop, but he intensified his ministrations, snaking his hand up my back and expertly untying the knot on the dress.

As the last barrier fell away, I could feel the stark difference between the cool air against my back and my scorching skin pressed flush against the man.

My chest trembled slightly.

The man cupped my chest and began teasing me. I felt as though I was drowning in a pool of fear and embarrassment.

"Stop… I'm begging you…"