My husband had a very unusual kink. One day, he sweet-talked me into going over to my best friend's house. Then, with my best friend and her husband, he pulled me into the most outrageous, thrilling game I'd ever imagined... My name is Nia Stone. I'm in my early thirties, and I teach high school. My job, along with the way I carry myself, has always made me look elegant and attractive. Over the years, I've had plenty of admirers. Honestly, I'm proud of that. What woman doesn't enjoy being complimented? My husband, Harry Parker, has always had a thing for roleplay. He loves hiding under the bed, then suddenly jumping out like some crazed intruder, taking complete control of me. And I loved every second of it. The rush, the excitement, it was completely addictive. My favorite part was when he'd cover my eyes and whisper filthy things into my ear while pretending to be someone I knew. Every familiar voice he imitated made my body burn even hotter. It only made me crave the game more. I even bought all kinds of sexy lingerie just to fuel his fantasies. That night, I got home, showered as usual, and climbed into bed. I already knew the routine. Whenever Harry skipped dinner, it meant he had something planned for the night. But I was exhausted. I waited for him for a while, yet he never showed up. Before I knew it, I'd drifted into a deep sleep. In my dreamlike haze, a pair of rough hands slowly wandered across my skin. The calluses on those fingers scraped lightly over every inch of me, making my body tremble. My thighs instinctively pressed together. I couldn't help wondering. Had Harry decided to try something completely different tonight? The unexpected change only made me even more excited. Then he surprised me again. He tied my wrists together. That was something we'd never tried before. My hands were bound and lifted above my head, leaving my curves even more exposed. "Who... who are you? What are you doing? Please... don't... please..." I let out a soft cry, trying to sound frightened, even though the excitement in my voice betrayed me. My legs kicked instinctively, but that had always been part of the game. A moment later, I felt the solid warmth of his body against mine. As I twisted beneath him, he opened the front of the lingerie I was wearing. To everyone else, I was always calm, gentle, and composed. But behind closed doors, I was the exact opposite. Just like now. Even though my lips kept whispering, "No..." Deep down, I was desperately waiting to see what he'd do next. Lost in the excitement, I slipped one hand free from the rope around my wrist and reached behind him, running my fingers across his back. Then I froze. My fingertips brushed against a long, jagged scar. Harry and I had been married for three years. I knew every inch of his body. He didn't have a scar like this. A cold feeling crept into my chest. With trembling fingers, I reached over and switched on the bedside lamp. The man above me wasn't Harry. It was Lucas Hall. My best friend Sara Wood's husband. I stared at him in complete shock, forgetting my embarrassment entirely. We'd pretended so many times before. This time... It was real.