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Stalking isn’t in my blood. Girls chase me, not the other way around. Which makes my obsession with Violet Harris a total fucking enigma.
Long, brown hair swept up in a ponytail, a gray shirt that’s way too big on her, and round hazel eyes like a scared bunny. Her thighs are incredible in those shorts. All I can think about is how they’d feel wrapped around my back while I’m driving my cock inside her.
The thought of being the first man to get her in bed, the first man to make her come, the first cock she has inside her, makes me hard.
Not the kind of guy who will wrap his belt around her throat and fuck her so hard, her nails tear into the mattress.
I will be judge, jury, and executioner. I’ll get the justice my sister deserves.
“Give the captain a turn. He needs a pick-me-up.”
Why are fictional men so much hotter than men in real life?
You think you’re lucky just to have a man glance your way, when really a man would be lucky to fall to his knees before you. You think you’re the type of girl who should only want the things that are sweet and nice, even if that’s not what you really want deep down. You’re an iceberg girl—most people only get to see the five percent that’s on the surface, what you choose to show them. But there’s a lot more to you hiding underneath.”
I imagine Wes Novak’s hands all over me and hope it’s a promise he doesn’t break.
“Wes, what—” His body pins me to the shelves and my heart leaps to my throat. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls.
Cry with her like I’ve been longing to since the night my sister died.
She’s the last girl I should want, but she’s the only girl I do.
“You ever lay another fucking finger on her, I’ll rip every limb off your body.”
“Everyone keeps their hands off her,” I shout to my team. “Forget about Violet Harris.”
“I need you, Violet.” His throat is hoarse, pain etched into his features. “If we’re going to get through this, we need each other.”
“I still need to find out how your pussy feels around my cock.”
“Sorry? A girl’s never been so wet for me, she drips down my neck before. That’s the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I know, baby. You’re doing amazing. You’re taking my cock like such a fucking good girl.”
“That’s my girl. I’m proud of you.”
“You don’t want me sitting up front with you?” “I would if I was sitting up front. Get in, baby.”
I belong to Wes Novak. I am his. And he’s mine.
I want to erect a statue of her and make every goddamn person on this campus kneel before my goddess.
When I pull the door to the locker room open, I lock it behind us and pin her to the lockers with a metallic crash.
“You should be proud, Wes. You were such a great big brother to her.”
My little flower, strong enough to weather any storm. Blooming just for me.
