The Boars Are Back and I’m Nervous

Hi my lovely girlies 🖤

I have officially entered the editing cave.

THE BOARS — Book 4 (FINAL book of the Miami Ruthless series) is now in edits.

I swear I only meant to fix commas.
Instead I found anger, torture, and at least one decision I would strongly advise against in real life.

Seriously, some of these men (and women) need supervision.

I had behaved. I did as I was told. I opened wide. I stayed still.

The dentist’s visit replays in my head, broken into fragments. A bright ceiling. Gloved hands. Instructions delivered with professional calm. I remember nodding, swallowing, my body obeying every request without hesitation. Not that I could have said no.

The memory of them fucking me comes back in layers, relentless, impossible to quiet. They were using me for what I was made to be—a pet in the Boarpit.

I walked out of there with a numb cunt, and a sore ass, rehearsing the moment when Rio would glance at me - at my body, at my mouth - and approve. Brox would smirk. Touch my chin. Maybe say I’d done well. That I passed.

Neither happened.

On the ride back, Rio stayed fused to his phone. He and Brox were talking about Rex wanting to come down to Miami this week. He didn’t look at me once. If he had, he would have seen the cum dripping down my leg and the stain I left when I got out of the car.

Then I remembered Mr. Crowe told me to come back again in two days. The visit hadn’t ended. It had only paused.

And good girls do what they’re told. They obey. Good girls earn their keeper’s approval.

My training wasn’t over.

I didn’t shake that scene for a while. I have a feeling you won’t either.

On another note, I may be publishing The BOARS sooner than April 14th so watch this space. If you’re not in my ARC team yet, do sign up now.

Alexandra 🖤

P.S. Pre-order the final Miami Ruthless book here → The BOARS