Trinity Bennett stood in front of the full-length mirror in her new bedroom, nervously smoothing down the hem of her white sundress. The soft fabric clung innocently to her petite, curvy frame...full breasts that strained against the modest neckline, a tiny waist, and gently flared hips that gave her an hourglass figure she had always been shy about.

At nineteen, she was still untouched, pure, and completely inexperienced. Her long golden-brown hair fell in soft waves down her back, and her wide hazel eyes reflected her nervousness. It had only been three months since her mother married Richard Blackwood, the wealthy CEO of a powerful corporation. Suddenly, Trinity had gone...