The man I was supposed to accompany on a business trip turned out to be my ex-boyfriend. Arrogant, full of himself, and with a terrible track record with women—I honestly hated him. But he was dominant, sexually aggressive, and our relationship had always been complicated. Now, stuck sharing a room with him unexpectedly… My womanizing ex, a master at driving women into ecstasy, slipped me an aphrodisiac. It was my own fault for letting my guard down—how stupid I was. My senses became abnormally sharp, engulfed in pleasure dozens of times stronger than normal. I gushed orgasmic fluids from every orifice in an intense, overwhelming drug-fueled fuck. The boyfriend and job I once claimed to hate the most were completely forgotten as I was ruined, broken, and driven into depraved submission.