Three Knuckles Deep

Her mind never shut up—until she walked into that smoky apartment and begged to be undone.

Nicole lives in a constant loop of what-ifs and calorie math, even in the arms of her kind boyfriend Marcus. One brunch confession to her friend Jess leads her to Daisy, the unflinching stripper who admits she loves watching the right man wreck the right woman. Soon Nicole is sitting in the Lucky Star in her pale blue cardigan, then standing in Daisy’s small apartment while Bobby—Daisy’s boyfriend with those large, steady hands—looks at her like he already knows what she needs.

Daisy settles into the armchair with her cigarette, eyes sharp and hungry. Bobby spreads Nicole open and slaps her until she’s swollen and aching. His fingers push deeper, stretching her relentlessly, until three knuckles sink inside and the endless track in her head goes blessedly quiet. She comes apart harder than she ever imagined, tears on her temples, while Daisy watches every second and later takes her own pleasure with Bobby right beside Nicole’s wrecked body.

For the first time in years, Nicole knows real silence—the deep, throbbing kind that only comes after total surrender. And she already hungers for the next time they’ll break her open again.