More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Well, obviously I’ve never experienced it, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that they like to share.”
“And that, well, that’s Jack. He’s hockey captain, king of the Kings, king of everything, really. He’s not only scored the most goals for the Kings, he’s had the most assists in the league. The sports department at the Daily Queen nicknamed him ‘Jack Hat Trick Feldman.’ Everyone knows Jack. Everyone wants Jack, or at least wants to rub shoulders with him, in case some of his power will rub off. And in turn, Jack knows everything that happens on Reina’s campus, and controls everything, down to who deals Vice and Vixen.”
Some guys might call her fat. I’d beat up every fucking one of them. Because I didn’t care how she was labeled—to me, she was a stunning, gorgeous goddess. Period.
Staring at her, seeing her stare back—it unlocked something inside of me. Something I
hadn’t known existed. Something that, when opened, released an unfamiliar word: Mine.
No, I’d never had a mine. Until right the fuck now.
She was still staring at me. Go ahead, princess, stare all you want.
If she wanted to flirt with someone, she could flirt with me. And if that jackass touched her, I was punching a hole through his head with my already clenched fist.
I wanted this girl. Badly. But now I wanted her on her knees in front of me, mascara
running down her face as she put that bratty mouth to good use.
And then when she moaned again and softened into my arms, lowering her arms to wrap around my waist, well. That was it. I was a motherfucking goner. The world shifted on its axis. Even fucking gravity disappeared. The people around us certainly disappeared. Just me and her and this raging satisfaction. Mine.
She’d bit me. Broken skin. Made me bleed. Two could play at that game. And when it came to games, I always won.
Plan A: Break into the hockey team’s locker room, get into Coach Joshua Jensen’s secondary office, and see if I could track down the videos Asher said he’d taken when Jensen sexually assaulted him.
Plan B: Get to know some of Asher’s teammates, and wile my way into their good graces, on the off chance that I could find out who else Jensen was abusing—if anyone—or knew what he’d done.
“What is there for me to expose?” I prodded. “Do you have any secrets, Jack Feldman?” “Do you?” he countered, stroking a thumb up and down my pulse point. I trembled from his touch. “You do. I’ll promise you this much—I’m going to find out every. Last. One.”
to my utter shock, he lifted his bloody finger to his mouth… …and sucked. “Such a fucking sweet cherry,” he growled, and his eyes flashed silver. “And mine. All mine. You hear me, princess? This means you belong to me now. Some other asshole touches you, this Tom comes near you?” he sneered. “I’ll motherfucking destroy him.”
“I was thinking that you’re mine for as long as I want you to be. I fucked your untouched cunt, and that changed everything. Your body’s mine, your pussy’s mine, your decisions are mine. Everything about you is mine, and I protect what’s mine.”
“Let me get this through that beautiful little head. If I find out you’ve flirted with another man, I will lock you up in my basement and throw away the goddamned key. And him? They’ll never find his body. Do you want that on your conscience, princess?”
It didn’t matter what Jack had said to me the night after the hockey game, when he’d paddled me with his stick and then taken whatever innocence I had left for himself. He claimed to hate lies but he was a hypocrite. I’m yours, he’d said. It was a lie. Because I might’ve been Jack’s, but he’d made one thing absolutely clear tonight: He wasn’t mine.
