Well now, sugar,

let me tell you a little secret…I’ve spent 26 years bein’ Daddy’s good little girl. Sweet, well-mannered, doin’ what’s expected of me. But I’ve read enough books about passion, about pleasure, about all the wicked things men and women do behind closed doors to know I’ve been missin’ out. I don’t wanna just read about it anymore—I wanna feel it. I wanna taste it. I wanna drown in it.

I’ve been kept on a

tight little leash my whole life, told to be proper, to keep my knees together, to wait for the right man. But, sugar, I don’t wanna wait. I wanna be wanted. Claimed. Ruined. I wanna know what it’s like to be touched by hands that don’t hesitate, kissed by lips that don’t ask permission. I want a man who doesn’t just flirt with the idea of temptation—he owns it.I wanna feel his breath hot against my skin, his voice rough and low in my ear, tellin’ me exactly what he’s gonna do to me. I wanna be pinned down, held tight, shown exactly how it feels to surrender to something reckless, something raw.

I want the kind of

passion that makes me forget my own name, leaves me trembling and gasping and beggin’ for more. I don’t want soft and sweet! I want deep, hungry, desperate. The kind of touch that leaves bruises, that lingers long after the night is over. So, tell me, handsome, are you gonna help a sweet little Southern Belle finally get her first taste of sin? Or are you just gonna sit there, wonderin’ what it’d be like to have me beneath you, pantin’, beggin’, desperate for more? Because I don’t just want a little tease… I want the real thing. Hard, fast, slow, deep. I wanna feel it all, again and again, until I forget every rule I was ever taught. Think you can handle that?