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To the spooky babes who want an extra three helpings of cock, this one is definitely for you.
Born in the ashes of evil, a society was formed, impassioned to protect the righteous and holy from the vengeance of the sentenced and their descendants.
Prove your loyalty, and you shall be given the world. Betray our trust, our secrets and our sacrifices and you will follow the path of the wicked; charred and beneath the dirt.
“You’re getting married.”
“You’re engaged to be married. The date has been set, June twenty-third.”
“And, who am I expected to marry?” “Asher Putnam.”
My cage must look so pretty to others on the outside, all gilded and shiny. Make no mistake, though, bars are bars. I’ll never be free to make my own choices, to live my own life. My fate was sealed the moment I was born, and my birth certificate signed with the last name Parris.
I also didn’t expect to walk into my new dorm and find a naked woman bent over a queen sized bed as a man’s bare ass thrusts into her savagely.
I’m not a prude by any means, but I’d also be lying if I said I was experienced.
“Where are you going?”
“Sorry. I must have the wrong room. I’m Skyla Parris.”
His short dark brown hair and matching brown eyes are nearly the same color, his sharp jawline looking like it was carved from marble.
“Fucking smartass. My father told me you were a good girl. Quiet, obedient. Guess he was wrong.”
“Asher?” I question. “Is that a question?”
“Disappointed more so. What can you do? Life is full of them,” I shrug.
He told me that it was of the utmost importance that I was a virgin before Asher and my ceremony. I didn’t argue with my father at the time, but after meeting Asher, I have to say, I have some complaints.
“It may look like a big campus, but the student population is small, and we all grew up together. You’re the first new face that’s come around in a long time.”
My eyes go up and up and up, until they land on a guy with blond hair, bright green eyes and a blinding white smile. His skin is perfectly tanned, like he spent all summer outside.
I can’t deny a fluttering that runs through me, as his eyes obviously rake over me like I’m a five course feast before him.
“Liam Walcott,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to my hand.
“That’s Liam Walcott, Gallows Hill's resident flirt. I’ve heard he’s slept with almost
every single willing girl on the entire campus. All have nothing but glowing reviews, I guess.”
“Andrew Hutchinson. He’s very sweet and super shy as you can see.”
Swimming has always been my passion.
My eyes fly open, looking up to see a man staring at me. He’s tall, at least 6’3”, his shoulders are wide, and his waist tapered.
His deep brown hair is not buzzed, but not long either. It’s the perfect length, where he has just enough room to style it a bit in the front. Those eyes are what get me though. He has these piercing blue eyes that are practically the same color as the pool.
My eyes come down to his sharp jawline, a smattering of stubble covering it as his perfectly pink lips dip into a frown.
“Coach Ronan.” “Coach?” I ask. “Swim coach?”
“The way you looked when you put your feet in the water, it was like you were at peace. As if you were coming home. Only real swimmers, true athletes, get a look like that.”
accept his gesture, sliding my palm into his as he wraps his fingers around my wrist. Butterflies race from the start of our contact all the way to my toes.
Seriously, what is it about this college? I don’t think
I’ve seen a single bad looking man or woman since I’ve gotten here.
“Did it look like I was trying to kill myself? No. I was just taking a moment. I was about to come up for air.”
“Whatever you say, Siren,” he scoffs.
His eyes are so grey they look like slabs of slate. They’re a perfect combination between dark and light grey. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life.
“Why are you trying to hide your smile?”
“I’ve just never heard that before. It’s nice,”
His hand reaches out to my cheek, cupping it tentatively, like he’s giving me space to pull away. Yeah, like that’ll happen. I lean into his touch and his thumb pulls at my lip, fre...
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“Are all teachers as caring as you?”
“If any of them are to you, you let me know.”
“It means, if a teacher is looking at you the way I am, you should definitely report them.”
“Well, if I’m honest, I don’t have much interest in marrying him. He’s an ass and has nothing but disdain for me. I don’t know why my father thought we would ever work out.”
“Working out doesn’t matter, committing to your arrangement is all anyone will care about,”
“Happiness is just a fairy tale dream. Even if you think you have it, think you can taste it, you’ll wake up soon
enough and it will fade from your mind, until you can’t remember it at all.”
“I hope not,” I say softly.
“You hope not?” I nod. “In the lack of happiness or light, or anything relatively good, there is always hope. It’s always sitting there, idly by, ready for you to take it. You just have to be brave enough to.”
“Dude, you’re engaged now. You can’t be doing this shit,”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, and we both know that.”
“Within reason, Asher. Your dad is not going to like it if he hears you’re publicly making a fool out of your fiancée, out of your arrangement. You have to be more discreet.”
