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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)

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My frat enemy pulled me deep into reckless obsession.
Weston’s the perfect college golden boy.
The rule follower ‘Frat Dad’ of Onyx Society.
I call him the campus sheriff, because his rigid, lawful attitude gets deep under my skin.
But on the night we collide, Wes surprises me… and I like it far too much.
I see him on his knees for me and I crave more.
He says I’m chaotic.
Dark and violent, just because it’s fun.
But I watch as he breaks all of his rules for me, one by one.
He’s never slept with a man, and I’m a lone wolf...
But this twisted thing between us is quickly becoming a need.
But now I’m playing for two sides.
My frat has me gathering info on Wes, as our societies reignite a war that should have died years ago.
Violence erupts, and my loyalties should belong elsewhere.
But Wes is opening up to me. Giving me all of him, still needy for more.
And I will recklessly protect what’s mine

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“No more holding back.

Be reckless.

Tell your Love to everybody.”

― Rumi

Part One

Blood in Rain

Prologue

WESTON

The first time I receive an invitation to a Zenith night, I don’t make it past the front porch.

The colossal door looms in front of me, tall and painted in glossy black with a prominent gold handle. It shines under the angled moonlight, but there are no other sources of light outside the house.

He’s here.

Sev Berlant is inside, somewhere.

All I have to do is go in and find him… then take what I want.

My heart starts to slam in my chest already. The potted white flowers flanking the door smell like fresh soil, and everything else about this house seems normal.

Does someone live here? Is it solely reserved for fucked-up Zenith club activities? It’s a couple of blocks past the edge of the Crimson College campus, on a street that usually would be reserved for professors’ homes or wealthy administration execs.

Not sex parties.

Sex parties that try to pretend they’re something else.

Or maybe they are something else, and I don’t even know what the fuck I’m getting myself into.

My heart weighs heavy in my chest as I shift my feet on the patio floorboards.

Just do it.

Quit being nervous, and do it.

I reach up and knock in the specific pattern that the invitation instructed. Two slow knocks, then two more in quick succession.

No one answers.

My skin flushes with heat as I second-guess every step that led me here. I don’t do things like this. People call me “Frat Dad” for a reason, no matter how ridiculous I think it is.

I run charity events. I take care of things. I don’t show up at shadowy houses late at night with a mask on my goddamn face and…

Fuck, what the fuck am I doing here?

I slide my fingertips over one of the flower petals in the cool air. White daffodils, just like our housekeeper used to plant every spring growing up. The petal is thin and velvety.

The thick door swings open and I jump back, the petal breaking off in my fingers.

“Why do you come here?” the masked man at the door asks, his figure silhouetted by the dim glow of light behind him.

Music comes from inside the house. Not loud like a normal college party, but low, deep and pulsating, filling the air.

The rules on the invitation were simple.

Say the fucking phrase.

Just. Act. Normal.

“To be unchained,” I answer, forcing my vocal cords into cooperation.

The man moves aside.

And it’s as if my skin lights on fire, catching like kindling and sweeping over every inch of me in a flash.

I can enter now, but I don’t. I see into the room and spot candles, low lamplight, and more masked figures walking around in the main room.

There’s one man who catches my eye sitting in the center, alone on a blood-red tufted loveseat.

He’s tall. Broad. Probably very strong under his cream-white collared shirt. He’s sitting there with his legs spread wide, like he’s a lord surveying his land.

Not really like a participant.

More like… a ruler.

A flash of ink slips out from the tattoo below his sleeve. It’s the black edge of a raven’s wing, jutting down from his wrist.

There you are.

I haven’t even stepped inside yet and my body is too hot under my suit and puffy coat. My neck is overheating.

Sev Berlant is right fuckin’ there.

And you knew he would be.

And you’re still two seconds from chickening out, like you’re already laid bare in front of him.

The threshold of the door is right in front of me. All I need to do is take a step forward. The Zenith club is exclusive, another layer of elite within the elite college I’m already attending.

But I can’t. Step. Forward.

I’m not naked, not even close. But I’ve heard enough about Zenith lately to know I should be wary. Heard rumors, at least. And I know by the end of the night I’ll either be bloodied or passed out or truly naked, perhaps tied up and fucked because that’s what I made the fatal mistake of signing up for.

Right? Remember? You fucking wanted this?

There is one reason I’m here.

I want to make Sev Berlant take my cock.

I need to finally see him on his knees, under my control, after enduring the years of his pompous fucking attitude toward me on campus. He breaks every rule. He fucks up events that I put weeks of effort into. He shows up at my parties and acts like he is the king.

After being injured for the last few months, he can finally walk again.

And ever since I found out he attends the Zenith parties…

I’ve had a deep, sick craving to bring him to his knees. It’s not revenge, per se. Just vindication. He signs up to be part of this depraved group of people who fight and fuck all behind anonymous masks. So it’s the one place in life where I can put him in his place.

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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)

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My secret? My online camboy obsession just joined my college society.
Niko is tattooed, troubled, and hot as fire in videos, but in person his ego is everything I despise.
We clash into violent sparks when I confront him about his private account.
That’s how I strike a dangerous deal with
You’ll be my fake boyfriend for the holidays, and I’ll keep your wicked little secret.
The problem? Niko is unhinged, demanding, white-hot chaos… and I’ve never done anything with another man.
Now I’m letting him touch me.
Film me.
He’s pure liquid fire, and I’m drawn deeper into his flame.
The worst part? Someone from his past keeps trying to hurt me for it.
Attacking me. Trying to destroy us both.
The more Niko is forced to protect me, the more I feel like I actually do belong to him.
Fake becomes far too real, and both of us are bound to pay the price for this twisted game

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“You cannot love a person fully without knowing the darkness etched into their soul. I want to know his so well it becomes my darkness too.”

― Sav R. Miller

Part One

Smoke and Mirrors

1

Niko

Niko, naked on camera last Thursday, 11:56pm

Username: Dragonfly

“Any requests?” I ask into the webcam, knowing there will be many.

497 people are watching as I slowly stroke myself. I’ve been edging for an hour already. I can feel their eyes glued to their screens.

It’s like I have them under a spell.

And this is the one place in my life where I have power like this.

Hercules2210: You’re taking requests now?

I adjust the iridescent mask covering my face, moving it up enough so he can see me blow him a kiss.

“Anything for my followers. What do you want from me?”

I shouldn’t be here.

I know it so clearly, like a hot, blood-dark bruise that aches at the slightest touch. The type of bruise I inflicted on myself, with a blow so hard it could kill.

Thanks, past me.

Fuck you, too.

A new school can be a clean slate, a fresh start, or a way to shed your old skin and start over, defining yourself as something you always wanted to be.

Crimson College isn’t going to be anything fucking like that.

I’m here in the entryway of Onyx House, surrounded by the thrum of music, chaos, and exceeding amounts of wealth.

It even smells expensive, like some aura of liquor, faint incense, and old wood, all purchased by college guys who have a taste for the finer things and access to parents’ credit cards. The music in the main room is so loud I can feel the bassline reverberate in my bones, and I watch people dance, drink, and grind.

Typical frat house, with a better setting.

Sorry.

Society house.

Because Onyx, and all of these so-called elite private school college guys have to be special. Calling themselves a normal fraternity isn’t enough.

I run my fingers through my hair, pulling out my phone to text Sev.

Niko: Remind me again why I said yes to this?

Sevan: Do the words “free ride” mean nothing to you?

I’m here, despite everything.

And your dear, dear brothers got you in, despite your awful grades.

Don’t make me puke.

You *are* one of us, even if you hate it.

I’m not telling him the whole story.

Sevan is my cousin and the best friend I’ve got, but he doesn’t know everything about me.

Like the fact that I secretly post videos of my cock online. Or that my ex has started stalking me after going increasingly batshit insane.

Because Callum is a nightmare human. The reason I had to flee. And a problem I need to deal with at some point.

And Sevan also doesn’t know that I’m not just here at Crimson College because I got a free ride… because the real reason I agreed to show up here is a lot more dangerous.

I have plenty of money. What I don’t have is a home, anymore. Not a safe one, at least.

There are lots of things I have to talk to my cousin about now that I’m here. But it’s going to have to wait. Tonight there are other people I’m required to see.

I’m about to meet my two long-lost brothers for the first time in our lives.

Fucking.

Kill.

Me.

I stay in the entryway a while longer. Can’t stomach the thought of walking in yet. I glance around, knowing that somewhere in this house, my two half-brothers are waiting.

But they can wait a little bit longer.

I watch like I’m studying wild animals in a closed habitat. This place looks like an old-school mansion, with its beautiful carved oak banisters, fireplaces, chandeliers, and probably over a hundred years of history… and yet there are undoubtedly filthy things happening in every inch of it.

I can admit that there’s something depraved about it that gives me a thrill.

A beautiful old house being desecrated by a party like this is wickedly satisfying, after all, even if I’d rather not be here.

The dim party lights strobe from purple to red and back again.

Purple, then red.

Back and forth, those same colors of an excruciating bruise.

Doesn’t matter how we grew up. I’m not one of them. You aren’t, either.

I’ve never hated it like you do. Try to have a little fun with your brothers. Even though Weston is a complete good-boy poster child.

Go fuck yourself. Love you.

Before I head inside I raise my phone up, turn on the camera, and snap a picture of myself leaning on the wall in the entryway, one hand pushing back my hair. My ex told me the only things I was good at were sex and posing for pictures. At least I can guarantee one of those things tonight.

Maybe both.

If some frat boy wants to lavish attention on my dick.

In the photo I’m backlit from the side with purple light, wearing my crisp white hoodie as my fingers dig into my dark hair. My newest tattoo stands out in the purple glow. A six of hearts card on the back of my hand in fresh red and black ink.

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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)

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I’m pulled too deep into a monster’s web.
Hunter Knox shouldn’t be at my college.
My best friend’s brother is unhinged. Dark. Violent.
And now he’s in our secret society frat, forced to share my room.
I only kiss him on the first night to get revenge, because Hunter doesn’t usually kiss men, and I don’t usually kiss psychopaths.
But the spark that flares between us becomes a forbidden game we play.
Hunter starts to follow me around like a stalker.
Becoming a little too obsessed with me.
We share an all-consuming secret that his brother can’t find out. And when I’m attacked, Hunter snaps into chaos, hell-bent on protecting me like I’m his possession.
Onyx Society is a fraternity that shouldn’t have to play by college rules, but someone from the outside is targeting us.
Targeting me.
Now nothing is safe. My best friendship, my sanity, and my heart.
Lines blur between desire and control… and I start to think I might want him to win this brutal game

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“I am drawn to you for the same reason insects are drawn to burning light; we are both compelled to jump into beautiful things, even if they have the potential to set us on fire.”

— Emma Bleker

Part One

Onyx Night

1

Rayne

I know I’m being followed as I run across campus.

My feet hit the cobblestone path that curves toward the meticulously cut grass of the quad.

A place that should feel like home.

A place that doesn’t feel like fucking home at all right now.

When things feel too perfect, I get a feeling deep in my bones, like a certainty that the other shoe will drop, or that I’m in the calm before a devastating storm.

Too perfect is bad.

Dangerous.

And I’m letting myself dwell and dwell and fucking dwell on the one thing I shouldn’t, a person who has clawed his way back into my psyche like a fever I can’t shake.

The way Hunter Knox absolutely fucking loves to do.

A twig snaps under my shoes on the path.

My vision darts all around me as I run beneath the canopy of trees.

Look behind.

Look in front.

Glance right, glance left.

When a psychopath is around, you feel crazier, too.

I’m out on a jog with Weston, but I’ve been gaining on him for a few minutes now. I pull in a lungful of air and hang back a little, waiting for Wes to catch up.

My best friend isn’t a slow runner.

He’s just a lot more chill about the whole Hunter situation than I am.

“Think he’s here yet?” I mutter to Weston as I match his jog.

Weston is silent for a moment.

“Quit thinking about him.”

“He’s your brother,” I say. “If he’s going to be on this campus, I’m going to talk about him, especially if I have to be his fucking roommate.”

The sound of Weston’s footsteps falls in line with mine.

For a moment, I listen to the sound of his breath. We cut off onto a small gravel path that curves onto the main quad, jogging at a steady pace.

“You’ve asked me about Hunter three times today. Pretend not to be obsessed, Rayne. I don’t know when he’s getting here, and I don’t care.”

Look behind.

Left.

Right.

“Wasn’t a single day of high school that your brother didn’t fucking piss me off,” I mutter.

The words spill out of my mouth before I can filter them. I wish I could shove them back in.

“Well, we’re not in high school anymore.”

“Damn right.”

Back then, Hunter was stronger than me.

That’s not the case anymore.

Look left.

Look right.

Behind me, then back in front.

“No more all-nighters for me,” I tell him. “Think I’m starting to lose it.”

“Stone and Flame party is tomorrow, so you better get sleep tonight.”

“All I ask is that it’s better than last night’s party.”

Wes makes a mock cooing sound. “Poor little Rayne didn't have his boyfriend around to get his cock wet? Aww, is that your pwoblem?”

“Shut the fuck up. Also yes, it is.”

Weston puffs out a heavy breath. “Mikael is such a fucking prick.”

“Talking shit about my boyfriend now?”

“I tell Mikael he’s a prick to his face all the time. Double Daggers fuckface.”

“Same, honestly,” I say. “His phone is turned off again today, I guess. Haven’t heard from him.”

He hums, casting me a glance. “Red flags just make your cock hard, I guess.”

Red flags make my cock hard.

Massive understatement.

It may as well be the title of my goddamn biography.

I slip out my phone and jot off another couple of texts to Mikael that he’ll probably never respond to.

You around?

Want to see you tonight. xx

Channeling a polite tone into my texts feels like trying to put a bandage on a broken femur.

I’m shocked when he responds right away, ignoring the messages I sent yesterday asking where he was.

Mikael: Maybe. Kiss kiss

Can you come over in an hour?

He doesn’t respond.

I know he probably won’t send another message at all.

He hates anything that isn’t vague.

I probably won’t even hear from my boyfriend again until he decides to show up one night in Onyx House, drunk, on his own terms.

“You okay?” Weston asks.

I clench my jaw, shoving my phone back in my pocket.

“I’m too nice. And I’m sick of it.”

Weston groans with pleasure. “Fuck yeah. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to realize that? Enter your villain arc, Rayne. I’m begging you.”

I snort at him, giving him a little shove.

But I want this year to be good, too.

A steady rage is pooling in my veins, like I’m ready for a fight right now.

I almost wish Hunter was here now.

I’d take him to the ground first.

Hunter and Wes have always despised each other, too.

Every time they’d get into physical fights back in high school, I would watch closely as my anger built up like a pressure cooker threatening to blow.

Sometimes I’d try to pull Hunter away while he was trading punches with Wes.

He would shrug me off like a fly.

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