Campus Belle's Forbidden Taste

The car was cramped, but I followed his command without hesitation—arching my back, shifting into one suggestive pose after another while my boyfriend watched.

His gaze scorched my skin as his palm cracked against my backside.

"Dancers really are something else. You can bend any way I want."

My name is Isabella Laurent. Dance major. Campus queen.

I had the face that turned heads, but it was my body that made them stare—full curves, a waist so narrow I could wrap both hands around it, and an ass that left guys restless in their seats.

Too bad I was taken.

But even good girls have needs.

I was hungry—always hungry—and my hormones were relentless. The cruel joke? My boyfriend, Ethan Lowell, couldn't satisfy me if his life depended on it. Every time he got me worked up, he'd tap out right when things got interesting.

Frustration was eating me alive.

So I threw myself into dance, exhausting my body until the ache dulled.

That night, alone in the studio, I stood in front of the mirror—skin slick with sweat, chest heaving, cheeks flushed.

A drop trailed down my neck, sending a shiver through me.

My mind wandered to those filthy scenes from movies.

At my age, with a body like mine—what man wouldn't lose control?

Right then, I wanted nothing more than to be wrecked.

Ethan's text snapped me out of it:

"Done yet, Isabella?"

I'd almost forgotten—tonight was his roommate Dominic Evans' birthday party.

After firing off a reply, I rushed back to my dorm to change.

My roommate, Sophia Granger, was already slipping into a barely-there camisole.

She was coming too—we all ran in the same circle.

Seeing her outfit, something competitive flared inside me.

Not to be outdone, I pulled on a black camisole and a micro-skirt that barely covered anything, my cleavage on full display with every breath.

Sophia's eyes widened. "Jesus, Isabella. Your body is unreal."

I studied myself in the mirror, imagining Ethan's friends staring. The thought alone made my thighs press together.

Sophia smirked, flicking my chest. "Careful. Dominic's crew goes feral for girls built like you. Ethan's gonna lose his mind."