A forbidden desire. An unethical experiment. I was supposed to study deviant minds, not lose myself to one.
For four years, Dr Braithwaite has been my secret obsession. Hes twice my age, the most respected academic on campus, and utterly unattainable. Off-limits. Yet, every minute under his tutelage feeds my hunger to be more than his student.
As a psychology post-grad, I study the minds of deviants, dissecting their urges, their compulsions – the reason for their depraved desires. Ive never seen myself as one.
But Dr Braithwaite has a theory, and he wants me to be his willing subject.
He believes deviancy isnt learnt. It’s innate. Buried inside me. Waiting for his firm hand. And he intends to prove it to me.
This experiment may destroy our academic careers. It may also unravel me completely.
Because the real question isnt how far he’ll push me
It’s how far I’ll let him.
