The agreement consisted of only three rules—simple, devoid of commitment, and the ultimate arrangement of fairness for two women who loved to play the game.
One: Never fall in love. Two: Never get jealous. And three: Never cross the boundaries of each other's personal space.
Upon the sprawling bed, the two of them were flawless partners in pleasure. Alice was the composed, unflappable bar owner who held the leash and controlled the game with cool precision, while Bell was the wicked PR siren who submitted only when it suited her desires. Yet as their physical entanglement began to bleed into the territory of real life, the smiles and casual touches Alice freely dispensed to other women across the bar counter slowly turned into a fire that scorched Bell's patience until it crumbled to ash.
In a game designed to shield their deepest fears, the first one to catch feelings is the loser.
But if she had to lose... Bell had no intention of stepping aside to watch someone else take her place.
When her patience finally snapped, their verbal contract was ripped to shreds in the dead of night. Bell pinned Alice to the mattress, seizing the reins of control in her own hands as she straddled her to claim sovereignty over that body and that shaft for herself.
"Remember this well, Khun Alicha... This body, and every single one of your touches... you belong to me alone."
The rules were being rewritten through desire and fierce possessiveness. Yet would the walls they had each built to guard against past wounds finally surrender and fall, or would they become the final barrier that shattered both of their hearts together?
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