Bad Intentions (Hellions of Hade Harbor #1)

by Mila Kane

She walked with her head down, holding an open textbook. She literally had her nose in a book. She was just as much of a fever dream as the rest of this picture-perfect place. Was there really anyone so angelic-looking? It seemed impossible.

good little girls like Lillian could destroy a guy like me. I knew my level, and Lillian Williams was far above it.

Pull your damn sweater up and stop letting people stare at your untouched skin.

“I couldn’t be more serious. From now on, you’ll smell like me, so whenever you move, you’ll remember who owns you.”

“Is Asher’s sister invited to the party?” I asked him. He paused, his dark eyes narrowing at me. “Why? You interested in her? She’s called Eve for a reason. Forbidden fruit. Asher won’t allow any of us to mess around with her.” There was something in his tone, something possessive. It looked like the richest guy at Hade Harbor High had found something he couldn’t buy. Or rather, someone.

She shivered against me. I wanted to do more than lick her. I wanted to eat her whole. I wanted to devour her. It was a sobering realization.

Then a cruel, faintly devious grin drifted over his full mouth. He leaned in and spoke in my ear. “Nothing that you don’t secretly want. Stop running away. It only makes me want to chase you.”

There she was. My girl. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment I’d started to think of her that way, but there was no denying that it was a sealed deal. She was my girl; she just didn’t know it yet.

“Is that why you were so upset…when I called you a parasitoid?” she wondered quietly. I nodded. “I guess it hit a little too close to home, not that you could have known that.” “I guess if I’d just called you a jerk, like a normal person…maybe everything would have been different between us. We would have just been strangers to each other. People who lived next door…our worlds passing, but never colliding.”

“Since we’re being honest with each other, you should know that I intend to change your mind about leaving, however I can. Love like ours isn’t something ordinary, and I’ll fight for it. You should be ready for that,” he finished and then finally took a step back, giving me space to breathe.

I love you, Freckles. I know I’m unforgivable…but if anyone can try to forgive a parasitoid like me…it’s you, my love –