Wicked Devil (Devils of Sun Valley High, #1)

by Daniela Romero

That girl is going to be a pain in my ass, I can already tell. She has fire. She’ll buck against being put in line. And for some strange reason, just the idea of going to battle with her brings eager anticipation and a cruel smile to my face.

I can already feel that familiar spark of interest. I want to play with her. Make her my shiny new toy.

front. By the time she sits, the class still dead silent, her cheeks are a brilliant scarlet. Like a rose. Can't wait to see her thorns.

If she plays her part well, I might soothe some of the hurt I inflict. We’ll see.

She tries to grab for it but I lift my hand high above her head, tilting my gaze up to scan over the text. There’s no way she can take it back unless I want her to. Or unless she decides to climb me like a tree. I would be okay with that.

I don’t know what it is about her but I can’t get her out of my head and it pisses me right the fuck off.

At the mention of my name, I see Allie’s head jerk in my direction. That’s right, pretty girl. I’m here. I don’t bother hiding my smirk.

I don’t think she realizes she told me to hurry up in Spanish, but I like it. I like that it rolls off her tongue like it’s natural. It probably is. And I really fucking like that Henderson has no idea what the fuck she just said. It wasn’t anything sexy. There was no hidden meaning there. But he doesn’t know that.

Warm breath on my neck catches me off guard and then I hear his voice. “Looks like your boy is busy tonight.” His voice is low, his tone suggestive. “Fool. Going for that when he could have had this instead.” His fingers brush up my spine and I release an involuntary shiver.

My breath hitches and he's still behind me, trailing his lips up the column of my exposed neck. It’s not a kiss. The touch is featherlight but it feels like he’s marking me, branding me as his.

Something in me wants to hold her. Mark her as mine and shield her from the world even as I strip her bare of all her protections and expose her to me and me alone.

I nip and bite at the tender flesh. She hisses from the sting of pain but doesn’t pull away, surprising me, so I do it again. This time biting hard enough to leave a small bruise behind. I chase away the sting with a kiss and suck on her sensitive skin ensuring that she’ll carry my mark after the weekend is over.

The voices grow louder and she takes a step back, trying to put distance between us, but I’m not ready to let her go. I grip her hips with bruising force, refusing to let her back away. She’s not the one in control here. I am.

I sit down and tug some of the blanket from her lap. I don’t actually want it, but I want an excuse to be close to her.

His lips find my ear and he says, “My pussy. Got that? For as long as I want it.”

He tugs me into his arms, nestling me beneath his chin

“Henderson’s looking for her. Figured you’d want to deal with that.” Any good mood I woke up with instantly sours at the sound of his name. “What the fuck does he want?” Dom shrugs. “What you’ve got in that bed of yours would be my guess.”

“You’re an ass.” “Never pretended not to be,” he calls to my back as I gather my clothes to get dressed.

She’s punishing me for leaving her hanging and it’s fucking working. What was supposed to be a punishment for her, a reminder of who the fuck was in charge here, ended up backfiring on me and now I’m watching her like some lovesick dog without his bone.

Allie Ramirez is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to hurt. Mine to soothe, should I decide to. I’m itching to touch her and it’s doing things to my head I don’t like.

“Damn. If you want inside that pussy anytime soon, expect to do some groveling.” Not. Fucking. Happening.

I grab my lunch as quickly as possible, intending to take it and hide out in the library, but Dominique puts an end to that idea when he lifts my tray from my hands and with his own, carries them both over to the table in the corner forcing me to follow if I want to eat.

“Stop trying to stir up trouble,” I tell him, smacking his arm. He grips my chin and turns my face toward him. I lick my lips and his eyes track the movement, hunger in his gaze. “Allie, haven’t you learned I’m nothing but trouble?”

“Roman’s just being Roman. You guys should probably get back to Dom, though. He’s looking lonely over there.” Emilio looks over my shoulder and his grin widens. “Yeah, he doesn’t look so lonely.” I turn and spot our waitress—Heather—leaning toward him, her breasts intimately close to his face. Dom licks his lips.

Mom does the whole I just want to see you happy bit, but really, she wants me to do whatever will make my pops happy to make her own life easier.

Lmao

“Screw you.” “Already have. And I’m happy to make a repeat go at it, too.”

“We’re supposed to be in class,” I rasp. “Are you asking me to stop?”

“Someone better start talking before Roman gets here.” The door opens again and Roman walks in. Emilio whistles. “Too late.”

She was hurt. Someone put their fucking hands on my girl and hurt her.

“Will you just drop it?” All three of us shake our heads.

She groans, chasing after my lips but I deny her, instead trailing kisses up the column of her neck.

Allie’s mine. She has a lot to answer for and I’m pissed as hell with her, but she’s still mine.

I’ve never been so fucking scared in my life. My girl was in danger. My girl.

She’s mine. She ran off tonight but as soon as I get Dom settled, she and I are going to have words.

cursing. He pulls at his hair, but when he looks at me, all of his anger evaporates. In its place is stark need and devastation.

“I messed up. But I’m here now. I want to be there for you. You have to let me be there.”

“Why an anchor?” I’m whispering and have no idea why. “Because when you’re adrift, when you can’t find your way to shore, I want to be the one who steadies you.”

“Dark curly hair. Blue eyes. She’s fucking tiny too. Barely over five feet.” Emilio’s eyes brighten with interest.