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College – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.booksnovels.com Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:04:53 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.1 http://www.booksnovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png College – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.booksnovels.com 32 32 Boys Who Crave Read Online Clarissa Wild http://www.booksnovels.com/boys-who-crave-read-online-clarissa-wild Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:04:53 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/boys-who-crave-read-online-clarissa-wild Genre: Alpha Male, College, Dark, Mafia, Virgin Authors: Clarissa Wild Advertisement

Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…

The day I was found in the woods covered in blood, I decided the world would know my wrath.
I was betrayed by the people I trusted the most, so I crafted a plan. During the daylight I attend college, but at night, I have my vengeance.
Spine Ridge University is my playground, and I can make any student bend to my will with the snap of a finger to get my way.
Until two depraved boys of the Tartarus House, a secret society filled with debauchery, discover the trail of bodies I left behind … and decide they’re going to help me.
I don’t play by the rules, but my twisted games only make Xavier and Orion that much more possessive of me. They yearn so badly it haunts me, and their filthy proposition soon becomes irresistible.
We’re a perfect macabre match and a killer’s dream come true.
But time is ticking…
Because Atreus, an obsessive cop, is hunting me down. His righteousness is just the right amount of unhinged for my kind of crazy, and we can’t stay away from each other.
A thrilling game of cat and mouse was just what I needed to stay on my toes …
Let the carnage begin

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PLAYLIST

You can listen to the music used for writing this book on the Youtube Playlist.

“Sonne” by Rammstein (Slowed) – best part

“Who Is She” by I Monster (Slowed & Reverb)

“Angry Too” by Lola Blanc

“Here Come the Wolves” by Lola Blanc

“La Leçon Particulière” by Francis Lai & Christian Gaubert (Slowed & Reverb)

“The Summoning Ending” by Sleep Token

“Dangerous” by Sleep Token

“Chokehold” by Sleep Token

“Particles” by Viliam Lane (Slowed & Reverb)

“Haunted” by Beyoncé (Slowed & Reverb)

“Peggy” by Ceechynaa

“Novinho Depressivo” by Mc Lullu (Leo Motoko Remix)

“Looking For the Hoes (Ain’t My Fault)” by Sexyy Red

“M.I.A” by KATSEYE

“Only God” by Speciimen

“Siren” by Eiby (Slowed & Reverb)

“The Machine” by Reed Wonder & Aurora Olivas (Slowed & Reverb)

“Human” by Anavae

“Love You to Death” by Type O Negative

“So Far So Fake” by Pierce the Veil (Bridge only)

“the boy is mine” by Ariane Grande

“Bootleg_Mov” by Dark Triad x Jordan Barrett (Slowed Best Part)

“Stacks From All Sides” by Skai Is Your God (instrumental)

“Government Hooker” by Lady Gaga - D00nik Remix (Slowed)

“50 BMG” by Jake Hill

“Sudno” by Molchat Doma (slowed & reverb)

“pretty little lies” by Kiraw

“Apathetic” by Lxzt

“Maneater” by Nelly Furtado (sped up)

“Happy Go Sucky Fucky” by Die Antwoord

“Treat Me Like A Slut” by Kim Petras (Slowed & Reverb)

“Drüg” by Lucky Luke (Slowed & Reverb)

“TRRST” by IC3PEAK

“fragment” by slxughter (slowed)

“Rasputin” by Boney M.

PROLOGUE

Three headstrong, vicious men stand before me, their obedient eyes locked onto mine. I broke them and reshaped them according to my needs, and they gleefully obliged to my every dark whim. These boys would kill for me if I asked them to.

“Kneel for me,” I growl.

With a single index finger, I manage to bring all three devilish boys to my heel.

It’s such a high to watch such reluctant boys bend to my will after I’ve killed off their resistance. My murder sprees are what brought us together, and their devotion to me keeps them tethered to this earth.

But God … our collective vengeance was delicious.

Xavier, the neediest of them all, slips off my boot and kisses my leg, while Orion begs for my attention at my side.

Atreus, the greediest of the three, grabs my face and says, “We’re yours.”

I never could’ve imagined in my wildest dreams I’d have not one, but three of these wicked men at my beck and call, ready to serve.

A devilish smirk spreads across my lips. “How badly do you crave me?”

“More than anything,” Xavier says, kissing my thigh.

“I would die for your attention,” Orion says, kissing the top of my hand.

“I rearranged my soul to come close to yours,” Atreus says, bringing his lips closer to mine.

“Good boys deserve to be chained forever,” I say.

I snap my fingers and wait for Orion to bring the bag with the new toys I bought. I pull out the three spiked collars and watch their eyes glow with both excitement and fear. “Now, who’s ready to be mine?”

CHAPTER 1

Sunny

I crawl across the ground, nails digging into the mud, as I leave a trail of blood in my wake.

I can’t die here.

Not now.

Not yet.

Not like this.

Despite the crippling pain, I keep putting one hand in front of the other in a desperate attempt to get to safety. I don’t know where or how, but I will make it. I’ve gotten so far already, and even though I can’t fucking walk on my own two feet anymore, I will not quit.

My teeth grind together as I shove my knees forward, groaning from the agony, but I refuse to give up.

I’m a motherfucking Reed, and Reeds never fucking give up.

I will not quit on myself, even if the world has decided I should.

Another drag across the mud, and my legs slide sideways, while blistering pain shoots up my thighs and belly, and I screech.

“Fuck!”

BANG!

The sudden gunshot makes me stop.

That came from somewhere close.

Was I followed?

Are they coming to finish the job?

I crawl and crawl, trying to get as far away from the area the gunshot came from, exerting myself over my physical limit. As my hands slip away, my chin drops down into the mud, which splatters all across my face, and I lie there with my eyes closed for a moment to breathe through the pain while the rain pours down on me.

I’m going to make it. I have to…

So I can rain hell on the motherfuckers who betrayed me.

Xavier

I hold the paper against the wooden board and smash the tape against the flyer, making sure it’s tightly secured and clearly visible before I move on to the next board I can find on this campus, which is on the second floor of the building.

I have already plastered these all over campus under the judgmental gazes of plenty of students, but I don’t care what they think of me. I won’t stop pasting these flyers all over Spine Ridge University until I’m out of paper.

I run up the stairs without looking and nearly bump into my half brother Silas.

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Tempting Venom (Vipers #3) Read Online Rina Kent http://www.booksnovels.com/tempting-venom-vipers-3-read-online-rina-kent Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:02:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/tempting-venom-vipers-3-read-online-rina-kent Genre: College, Dark, M-M Romance, Sports Authors: Rina Kent Series: Vipers Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)

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From New York Times bestselling author Rina Kent comes a nail-biting MM dark romance between two hockey rivals.

When two ruthless enemies collide.

My name is Preston Armstrong, and I’m the most depraved bastard you’ll ever meet.
I take what I want, ruin what I don’t, and live exactly how I please.
That is, until I crash into the force of nature that is Marcus Osborn.
Captain of our rival hockey team, and the perpetual thorn in my side.
A migraine in human form and the one person who refuses to play by my rules.
He’s my brand of heartless and just as deranged.
I set out to crush him, his career, and his infuriatingly gorgeous face.
But Marcus hits back with equal force, turning our rivalry into a violent, addictive dance neither of us can walk away from.
We were supposed to annihilate each other.
Instead, we spark a fire that threatens to devour everything in its path.
In this battle of two unhinged souls, our bodies become collateral damage.
But I never expected our stone-cold hearts to get involved.

Tempting Venom is a male x male college romance. While this book can be read on its own, for a better understanding of the world, it's recommended to read Beautiful Venom & Sweet Venom first

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PLAYLIST

Snap Back – Twenty One Pilots

One More Night – Maroon 5

Obsessed – Kami Kehoe

Popular Monster – Falling in Reverse

So Far So Fake – DarkLux & Xizt

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me – Jutes

Red Line – 5 Seconds of Summer

Girl With One Eye – Florence + The Machine

Over Me – Camylio

I Can Fix You – Jutes

It Takes Two – Jutes

Specter – Bad Omens

Better – Villain of the Story

Ache in My Heart – Palaye Royale

Start Over – 5 Seconds of Summer

Secrets – Christian Gates

Letdown – Letdown

A Lonely Night – The Weekend

Give – Sleep Token

You can find the complete playlist on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube.

PROLOGUE — MARCUS

AGE SEVEN

Ihate my birthdays.

They always begin with the same bleak reminder that the one thing I want the most is the one thing I can’t have.

Maybe I should change the wish. Try to see if I can make a better one.

One that doesn’t revolve around wanting something I can never have.

Too late now.

Mom’s slightly trembling fingers tighten around my clammy hand—or maybe it’s hers that’s all sweaty. Her usually affectionate touch is jaded, smothered by the consequences of my stupid wish.

I peek up at her, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.

Mom is still in her pale-pink nurse’s uniform, her white sneakers smudged from the walk in the rain and a worn leather bag slung over her shoulder. Her jet-black hair is pulled into a ponytail, a few strands slipping loose around her face.

I love Mom’s face. It’s round and welcoming, accented by huge dark eyes that I see myself in and warm skin kissed by the sun.

She carries that faint trace of disinfectant, the scent I’ve loved for as long as I can remember because it means she’s home. My classmates say the smell of the hospital stinks, but for me, it means Mom’s hugs as soon as she walks in.

Doesn’t matter how worn out she is, Mom always smiles the widest when she sees me, falling to her knees to hug me and shower me with kisses.

“How was your day?” I’ll ask because that’s what she always asks me.

“Much better now.” She’ll sigh in my hair, hugging me again.

Mom works in the emergency room at the local hospital in our town, Stantonville. And because she works night shifts and overtime, she usually has panda eyes.

Like now.

Normally, she leaves me with Mrs. Rodriguez next door, but yesterday, Mom asked Dad to spend time with me.

Because it was my stupid birthday wish.

I waited by the window, peeking through the curtains all night long, holding the puck he gifted me last year, but I fell asleep, and Dad never came.

This morning, Mom found me sleeping slumped on the windowsill, grabbed my hand, and drove us here.

To Dad’s mansion.

I’ve never been here before.

The house looks as big as Dad. Too big. Like a castle. And…just far away, though it’s right in front of me.

It rises from the ground like it swallowed the whole street, with so many floors stacked on top of each other and countless windows and doors. Even the garden is wider and neater than the park back home. It looks as magical as the gardens in fairy-tale stories Mom loves reading to me.

I wonder if there are roses I can get for Mom.

“The least you could’ve done is tell me you weren’t coming, so I could’ve come up with alternate plans for Marcus.” Mom’s voice is bitingly low—the tone she always uses when she’s fighting with Dad. “A child his age shouldn’t be left alone.”

“He’s eight and grown enough,” Dad says in that dismissive way of his, the sound cutting through the air, although his voice stays controlled.

“Seven. Marcus is seven, Andrew.”

“Seven. Eight. What’s the difference? You’re being dramatic.”

I peek at Dad, not really daring to look at him fully. I don’t think he likes it—or me—that much.

Dad is tall and broad—so tall, both Mom and I have to look up at him.

We share the same cloud-colored eyes, except his are narrower, meaner, and barely shift. His light-brown hair catches the light from the thin sunbeam leaking through the clouds, nearly turning blond.

He hardly smiles or hugs me like Mom. He just looks.

Like now.

His gaze strays toward me, and I stare down at my blue-and-white sneakers Mom got me for my birthday last year.

Mom always tells me Dad is busy and doesn’t have time and that I should understand, but I think he just doesn’t like me.

“Dramatic?” Mom’s hand squeezes mine even tighter. “I’m dramatic for asking you to be a decent human being and treat your child right?”

“I give you money for whatever he needs, June. What else do you want from me?”

Mom releases my hand, reaches into her bag, and pulls out a few dollar bills, then throws them at his chest. “Fuck your money! Your son needs his father, not money.”

“Well, that’s all I have to offer him. I told you it would’ve been better to abort him; it’s not my fault you chose to keep the kid.”

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The Dean’s List Read Online Rachel Van Dyken http://www.booksnovels.com/the-deans-list-read-online-rachel-van-dyken Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:02:36 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-deans-list-read-online-rachel-van-dyken Genre: Alpha Male, College, Dark Authors: Rachel Van Dyken Advertisement

Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)

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A new adult dark academia romance with a scarred hero and a school full of secrets from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Rachel Van Dyken.

She spent seven years mourning him.
He spent seven years hating her.
Neither of them knows they're hunting the same secret.
They call it the Dean's List.
Not because of grades.
Because of sins.
At Brighton University, someone keeps a ledger of the powerful. Professors. Legacy families. Future politicians. Every affair, bribe, betrayal, and crime is carefully collected, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy the people responsible.
Delilah Quinn wants nothing to do with it. She changed her name, rebuilt her life, and has one year left before she can finally leave her past behind.
Then Jude Mercer walks back into her life.
The boy she loved.
The boy she buried.
The boy who knows exactly who she is.
Jude spent years paying for a crime he didn't commit, convinced Delilah betrayed him. Now he's back, determined to uncover the truth and make everyone responsible suffer. Especially her.
But revenge gets complicated when old feelings refuse to stay dead, and the deeper they dig into the Dean's List, the more they realize the ledger isn't exposing strangers. It's exposing their families.
Someone has been waiting for them to come home. Someone knows what really happened seven years ago. And if the Dean's List finally comes to light it won't just ruin lives. It could end them.
And this time, losing each other might be the one thing Jude and Lilah can't survive

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PROLOGUE

“Revenge does not begin with blood. It begins with a name. And the belief that someone must pay.” The Count of Monte Cristo

Iyawned and set the book down. “I love this one. The words are pure art.”

Jude rolled his eyes. “You would love something we have to read for school.” He tapped me on the top of the head with his own book then chucked it toward the edge of the couch. “I can come up with better things to do now that I’m a senior and none of them have to do with reading. My hands however….” His eyes flickered briefly to my mouth then back up again. He’s teasing as per usual. “…need something to dig into.” He means clay. Logically I know, he means clay. Sculpting is his thing, his stress reliever as a football player except he’s crazy good at it. Then again he’s crazy good at basically everything. He has magic hands off the field, in the art studio, in the bedroom apparently. I looked away as my stomach plummeted.

Lines were meant to be crossed, right? We’ve been friends our entire lives but something shifted the minute we had to do buddy up for a group partnership freshman year. Maybe it was all the late night studying, maybe our hormones were just out of control, it’s amazing how you can be with one person for years and suddenly every breath they take means something more, every shift in their stance, every graze of their fingertip is no longer an accident, no you’re suddenly wondering if it’s intentional. The only problem about starting off as best friends? It meant I knew everything about him, including all the broken hearts he’d left in his wake. Every girl at our school wanted to hook up with him. He was gorgeous, rich, athletic. The only negative was that he was painfully aware he was a god among high school boys. It really wasn’t even fair that he was only seventeen and looked like he belonged in college. I always thought it was his genes until I found out his dad made him work out like crazy, I assumed it was for sports when one day he let it slip that it was for protection. I laughed it off. He didn’t. Honestly, if he had any chinks in his armor it was his dad. We lived in a small town outside of Seattle, and people talked about his family having illegal dealings with powerful people in the city. Whenever I asked Jude about it he would go quiet and say we shouldn’t talk about it, that someone might hear even when we were completely alone.

Which was my first hint that things weren’t all as great as everyone thought they were at his home. The handful of times I went over there his mom and dad were fighting, I didn’t miss the spots of blood on his dad’s collared shirt when I left or the way he stared me down as if challenging me to say something. I hated it when we had to study at his house for that reason alone. I never felt safe, and I don’t think Jude did either but his parents had the best food and we were almost always alone, which was nice.

“Jude…” I gently put my copy of Romeo and Juliet on my lap. I do it slowly so I don’t throw it at him in frustration and accidently hurt his face and the book in the process. “Be serious, we still have a paper to write.” Yeah because your focus is so much better, Lilah.

“You write it, I’ll watch you. You’re pretty when you concentrate.” He leaned in grazed my nose with his fingertip. Was that on purpose? Did he see my short intake of breath? “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself until you can’t take it anymore and beg me to kiss you.”

“There will be no begging.” I managed to say without stuttering though clearly breathless. Wow, that sounded so convincing.

With a lazy movement of his arm he pulled me across his lap and tilted my chin toward his until we were inches from kissing. “Pretty, pretty, please?”

“We’re friends.” I whispered. “You know that.”

“Best friends,” he corrected. “I would die for you Lilah, that means I should be able to kiss you, right?” He leaned in further. “The math checks out.”

My eyes narrowed while my heart hammered in my chest. Was this finally happening? “You can’t hit me with logic and stare at me like I’m your air, Jude, it’s not fair.”

“You are though.” He whispered leaning up toward me, he was close, too close. “My air. My light. You would be my greatest sin and most proud accomplishment. Sometimes I think if I could just drown in you, the rest of the world would finally go silent.” His smile fell.

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For Frat’s Sake (Peach State Fratbros #3) Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.booksnovels.com/for-frats-sake-peach-state-fratbros-3-read-online-devon-mccormack Thu, 14 May 2026 08:57:54 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/for-frats-sake-peach-state-fratbros-3-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: College, Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack Series: Peach State Fratbros Series by Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
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DAX
Miles Tanner hates me for no reason.
Me—lovable, easygoing, sexy-as-hell Dax Armstrong, always there when a fellow fratbro needs a hand…or if that fratbro would like to enjoy more than just my hand…
Miles is the broody artist-type who just got off probation for starting the fire at Sigma Alpha.
Basically, a walking red flag.
But for a guy who’s always looking to start a fight with me, I can’t wrap my mind around a night when I was a little too tipsy and he helped me back to Alpha Theta Mu.
Since then, he’s hot and cold. One minute he’s telling me to stay away from him. The next, he moves in for a touch.
Or a kiss.
In these unguarded moments, all those problematic, confusing red flags fade to the background.
Maybe he’s right and I shouldn’t mess with him, but for frat’s sake…where’s the fun in that?

CW: Discussions about losing parents (one to suicide and another to a car accident) and depictions of parental neglect.

* This book can be read and enjoyed as a standalone

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PROLOGUE

Dax

Last spring

“Just from a quick perusal, I’ve already detected a few code violations,” my frat mate Marty says as a group of us Alpha Theta Mus dance in the living room of the Omega Psi house.

Oh, Mart.

“A party is a party,” I say, tipping up my Solo cup and drinking more of the bitter beer.

The beat’s decent. The place is packed. And there are plenty of curious gazes shifting my way from hot, horny guys.

As much fun as a Saturday night party is, it’s nothing compared to a TaskFrat Challenge Friday, when things get real wild. But last night I was too tired from the obstacle course of tasks to stay long for afters, so I figure tonight’s my night, and I’m really feeling myself. I want to have fun, get drunk, and I don’t give a shit where we do it—and if I’m gonna go hard, Omega Psi’s the place to do it. They’re the party frat of misfits. They know how to have a good time…and also how to fuck shit up. Their most notable frat-around-and-find-out moment was earlier this school year, end of fall semester, when one of their pranks got out of hand, leading to Sigma Alpha’s house catching on fire.

Okay, only part of it was actually on fire, but it was a big deal, and since then, the Sigma Alphas have had to room at our frat while repairs are underway. I must admit, there are worse fates than having a bunch of hot frat guys rooming in such close quarters.

I scoot closer to Marty, playfully dancing with him, making his very recent Sigma Alpha boyfriend, Ryan, growl at me. Despite the somewhat amused glint in his eyes, I can tell he’s annoyed, which gets me laughing.

“I’m giving you shit. Just having some fun. No need for Mart’s seriousness to rub off on you.”

It’s hilarious because at the start of the semester these guys were at each other’s throats, with Mr. Rule Follower Marty even getting Troublemaker Ryan placed on probation for his antics. Now Ryan’s nervous about me getting my sexy hands all over his man. Really, the idea of them hating each other until they fucked into a relationship is hot as hell. I wouldn’t mind a peek at what they get up to behind closed doors.

“Aw, is Dax feeling left out?” Lance, our frat president, asks as he and his boyfriend, Sigma Alpha’s president, Ty Lancaster, dance closer to me. They’re barely an inch apart, Ty with his hand on Lance’s ass, as though saying, This is my bottom, motherfuckers. And it is, and Lance makes sure everyone knows it. They don’t spend much time farther apart than this if they can help it since they got together last semester. These guys have a hot story too. Didn’t hate each other as much as Ryan and Mart—theirs was more a fun rival-frat-presidents vibe. Still hot. I’d still watch.

And yes, with my guys coupling off, I’m feeling jealous and a little left out, but… “It’s not hard for me to find someone to fuck if I want to fuck,” I remind Lance.

“We’ve heard the stories,” Marty assures me.

“Yeah,” Ryan adds, “and though Colin and Ash graduated, I’m sure they’d be happy to swing by to put on a show if that’s what you need.”

Oh, Colin and Ash. Stepbrothers-slash-boyfriends, and if that sounds hot too, it’s because it definitely is. “I think I’ll let them find someone else to watch tonight,” I joke.

“Not like those two have to send out invites,” Mart chimes in. “I’ve walked in on them more than a few times.”

Ty laughs. “Okay, don’t pretend that makes you special. Pretty sure everyone here has.”

“I’ve enjoyed the show more than once,” I say.

Marty cringes. “Gross. It’s like you’re talking about my brother.”

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Dirty Little Secret Read Online Riley Hart http://www.booksnovels.com/dirty-little-secret-read-online-riley-hart-2 Thu, 14 May 2026 08:57:54 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/dirty-little-secret-read-online-riley-hart-2 Genre: BDSM, College, Contemporary, Erotic, M-M Romance Authors: Riley Hart Advertisement

Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)

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James
I’m forty years old, a tenured professor with investments, property, and a 401k.

But what I crave is to submit. To hand over control to Colton. We met on an app. His needs matched mine. It was only supposed to be once, then twice. No commitment, so I don’t feel bad cutting contact.

Then my world implodes when I get custody of siblings I didn’t know I have.

Everything would have been fine, I would have survived on my own, if not for Sir, my hookup, walking through the doors of my classroom.

He’s over a decade younger than me, and now I’m his professor, yet Sir is giving me schedules I need and caretaking from a distance. I know I should stay away, but I can’t. No matter what he gives me, I want more.

Colton
I’m twenty-eight years old, starting my first semester as a transfer student at a local university, finally following my dreams.

And then I see him, the sub I haven’t stopped thinking about, the one who comes undone for me in ways I’ve never experienced before. He makes all my Dominant instincts flare to life. I’ve always loved caretaking, but James makes me need it on a bone-deep level.

It’s not long before he’s on his knees for me again, surrendering in ways we both crave. He’s forbidden, my professor, my good boy, and I’m his Sir…his dirty little secret. But it’s not enough. I want it all from him, if only he’ll let me have it.

Dirty Little Secret is a student/professor romance, with an older sub and a younger Dom. Please use the look inside feature for a more in-depth content description and warning

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CHAPTER ONE

James

May

I can’t stop my fingers from drumming against the steering wheel.

Traffic is ridiculous, which means I’m running the risk of being late. Well, not late, really, because I’m never late for anything, but running the risk of not arriving at least fifteen minutes early, like I do with everything.

What will Sir think if I’m not timely?

Tap, tap, tap, tap. My fingers continue to move as I sit at the red light, playing a rapid beat that matches my pulse.

This is my second time meeting with Colton, and I don’t want to disappoint him already. Even more importantly, being late would mess with my head, and it’s already hectic in there, no matter how much I try to pretend it’s not. That’s one of the reasons I need this—the discipline, the organization, not having to decide what to do. In every other aspect of my life, I need control, but this, in these moments and if I find the right Dom, I’m able to get out of my head and just be.

I startle when the car behind me honks, letting me know the light is green.

“Get it together, James,” I say softly to myself, frustrated I was spacing out like that. I’m usually very good at holding it together—I depend on being able to hold it together.

Focus. Most of life’s problems can be dealt with by hard work, focus, and determination, so that’s what I force myself to do the rest of the drive to the house I own in a suburban neighborhood. It’s farther from the college where I teach political science. I don’t live here. I don’t even know why I bought it, but once I started meeting up with Doms, it became a place to do that.

I pull into the driveway at three. I park beside Sir’s older SUV. I don’t know what he does for a living, but from the things he’s said and his callouses when he touches me, I assume it’s something with his hands.

It fits him. I can’t imagine him doing anything else, which is…typically not my thing, but nothing about Sir is similar to any of the Doms I’ve played with in the past—the biggest being that he’s younger than me. Twenty-eight to my forty. He mentioned his age in his bio on the BDSM site where we met. I wasn’t sure it would work, how I would feel about submitting to someone younger, but when he messaged, it had been a long time since I’d given in to this need, and everything he’d said or done had been exactly what I’d needed.

I thought it’d be a one-time thing—it usually is for me—but here we are, meeting a second time for him to control and fuck me.

My fingers tremble, frustration making the back of my neck prickle. I should have been here before him. I hate that he arrived first.

Sir is already out of his SUV by the time I get out, walking around my vehicle toward me.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I tell him, and he frowns.

“You’re not late. It’s two fifty-five. We said three. You’re all good.”

I don’t know him well—or at all, really—but from what I’ve seen, nothing seems to rattle him. It’s like everything just rolls off his shoulders, this lightness to him I’ve never had myself, and frankly, wouldn’t know what to do with.

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