If You Dare (Diamond Devils, #1)

by Harmony West

For the readers whose favorite hockey men are masked

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.

Every little movement, every time color rushes to her cheeks, every time she looks at me before quickly glancing away. She’s never been with a guy before, that much is obvious. 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’m telling you now, Violet. If you don’t get the fuck off this campus, I’ll kill you myself.”

How far is he going got some this bullying bit man…

I will be judge, jury, and executioner. I’ll get the justice my sister deserves.

Someday, somehow, I’d wake up and know that this was the time to write a book and become an author.

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.

“That doesn’t matter. You fucking did it. And you got away with it. Until now, anyway. You deserve this, you know that?” To my surprise, she nods.

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 grip around my neck tightens. “You should be dead. Not her.” “I know,” I whisper. “I wish that’s what happened.” Something in his eyes changes. Like he didn’t expect that.

Chloe would be so upset if she knew you were closing your heart off to her best friend just because you’re ashamed of feeling happy.”

“Get. Out.” Now the smile slips from Trey’s face and his eyes narrow. “What? She’s all yours now?” “That’s how it works. I claimed her. She’s mine.”

“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.

“I know, baby. You’re doing amazing. You’re taking my cock like such a fucking good girl.”

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

and lips twisted in wicked amusement. “Did you roofie my drink at that party too?” I never actually drank a drop that night. I started to, but Chloe made me sputter before I could. “Yep. Amazed you two stayed upright.” You two.

“Yeah, and look how many other people push their friends into pools. They’re not criminals, and neither are you. You and I both know Chloe wouldn’t have died if Trey hadn’t spiked her drink.”

“You’re everything to me, Violet. No one else will touch you, and no one will even think about hurting you with me around.” He grabs my hand and sets it against his chest, over his heart. “You have me. All of me. As long as you want me, I’m yours. I’d burn down every inch of this world if you asked me to.”

“To Chloe,” he reads. “You are a sister in the truest sense of the word. Without you, I never would’ve written this. Thank you.”

“To Wes, you are the reason I could write a happy ending.”