Rich boys sin best.
Gossip always goes around at Falcon Elite Prep.
Everyone knows Nate Wilson, the most popular football
quarterback and every girl’s crush.
But there’s more behind those drop-dead gorgeous eyes and
that killer smile …
He’s a notorious heartbreaker …
And he’s got his eyes set on me.
The twisted games he plays are cruel and dangerous.
He teases and tempts me … just to ruin me.
Because I know the one thing he doesn’t want anyone to know.
A big, dirty secret …
And there’s nothing bad boys won’t do to keep a secret
buried.
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He’s so
close now, all the ridges of his abs underneath his shirt are visible, and it’s
almost making me want to reach out and touch them.
Stop this, Sam. Just fucking stop it.
“You make me
laugh,” he mutters, placing both hands on the windowsill behind me, caging me
inside his arms once again.
Goddammit.
“You piss
me off,” I reply.
“Keep
telling yourself that,” he quips.
One of his
hands slides from the windowsill to my hand, and I freeze. His warm hand feels
like lightning shooting all over my skin as it travels up my arm.
“You should
know better than to taunt me,” he says, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “I
like scared little girls … like you.”
His tongue
dips out and grazes along the rim of my ear. A chill runs up my spine as he
places his other hand on my knee. The oxygen is knocked right out of me when he
slides it upward along my thigh.
“You’re a
dirty girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, adding a groan that sets my body on fire.
“I like that.”
His hand
creeps up my red and black checkered skirt, fingers curling underneath the
fabric of my panties.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Why am I letting him do this?
He’s the bad guy.
He groans
again, tugging at the elastic to pull them down. “You’re a filthy … little …
thief.”
RIP!
In one
quick pull, he’s torn them straight off.
I gasp in
shock as he holds my panties in his hand, wearing a victorious grin on his
face.
“What
the—?”
He brings
them to his face and takes a whiff, a delicious moan grumbling in his throat.
“I’ll hold
onto these,” he murmurs, stuffing them into his pocket.
And after a
dirty look, he turns around and walks off.
“What?” I
mutter, ignoring the throbbing sensation between my legs.
He glances
at me over his shoulder. “Consider it a down payment … I’ll give them back if
you give me those pictures within a day. And if you don’t, I’ll find more
creative ways to tempt you.”
So that’s
what this is all about. Extortion. I should’ve known, shouldn’t have been so
gullible to assume he’d ever feel something for me. Playing with lust as though
it’s a goddamn tool.
I spit at
him, but it lands on the floor. “You’re a disgusting piece of shit, Nate
Wilson.”
He doesn’t
even look at me when he says, “Believe me, I know.”
Then he
closes the door on me.
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an
avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women.
Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and
her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time she enjoys
watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and
cooking her favorite meals.
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