If You Dare (Diamond Devils, #1)

by Harmony West

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. Shakespeare

Usually, I only get questions about why my nose is always in a book and why I’d rather be reading than just about anything else.

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.

But there’s a reason it’s called a crush and not something nicer. Because falling for someone you know will never want you back is crushing.

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.”

His body is exactly as I remember it, but I haven’t recognized his face since she died. I miss the old Wes. The Wes with the cocky grin and the mischief in his eyes. But he died with his sister.

“I don’t do sweet and gentle,” he warns. “If you’re looking for a prince, he’s not me. I want my belt around your throat. I want to fuck you so hard, your nails leave scars on my back. If I kiss you, you’re mine.”

“I hope you know what you’ve just unleashed, little flower. You’re not going anywhere now.” There’s no going back. I’m his. I belong to Wes Novak.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Her whisper nearly breaks me. “You’re the one who sent him after me.” “No.” I close my eyes and breathe slowly through my nose, forcing myself to stay calm. “Yeah, I told him to cut off your hair so I’d stop fucking fantasizing about pulling it. But not the rest. He didn’t even give a shit about Chloe. That wasn’t him seeking to avenge me or her—that was him being a sadistic fuck. Stop taking whatever assholes like Trey want to dole out to you. Fight back.”

“I’m falling in love with you, Violet.”

“You’re okay, baby.” I grab her hand to let her know I’m here, I’m not going fucking anywhere without her, and her perfect hazel eyes flutter open. I let out a sound that’s somewhere between a gasp of relief and a sob. “I love you, Violet. I love you so fucking much. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you, but I’m here now. You’re going to be all right. I’m getting you out of here.”