The heavy iron gates of Blackthorn Academy slammed shut behind her with a sound that felt final.
Riley Voss stood in the middle of the gravel driveway, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, jaw tight with pure defiance. Nineteen years old, pierced tongue, cropped black hair with silver streaks, and a reputation for breaking every rule her last three schools could throw at her. This time her wealthy stepmother had finally snapped and shipped her off to the most exclusive, most secretive all-girls finishing academy in the country.
But this wasn’t any ordinary finishing school.
Blackthorn Academy specialized in one thing only: turning rebellious young women into perfectly obedient, highly skilled submissives.
Riley scoffed under her breath as she stared up at the grand gothic building. Tall
