The Bad Boy Rule (Hellcats Hockey #1)

by Maren Moore

“So you want me to be your boy toy? The spoiled, rich princess leaving her million-dollar mansion and slumming it with trailer trash? Daddy doesn’t want you all dirtied up by a guy like me. Hmm?”

Lifting my chin, I run my tongue across the front of my tee...

“Whatever you want to call it, the outcome is the same. I never thought I’d be making deals with the devil, but d...

“And you couldn’t think of anything else to piss daddy dearest...

“Why doesn’t matter. It’s none of yo...

I retort, narrowing my eyes at him. He’s the most infuriating person I’v...

“It is my business when you want to use me, Golden Girl. I’m more than just a hot body with a big dick. I...

When I turn and start to skate back to the other side of the rink, his fingers wrap around my forearm.

“Wait.”

Slowly, I turn back toward him with a look that could most likely kill. Saint licks his lips, running his tongue along his bottom lip, and for the first time, I notice the faint cut...

“Say that I agreed to be your glorified arm candy. Hypothetically. What exactly does that mean? What would I have to do? My schedule is packed. Regular season is starting, and I can’t just ...

“I never said that you’d be at my beck and call. Do...

He sn...

“I think we both know which one of us has got the flair for dramatics here. Remember your Oscar-worth...

“If you agreed to this, then I would just need you to attend a few events with me, maybe a dinner or two. Just enough to convince my parents that I’m head over heels for you. Which is going to be nearly impossible as it is, but as long as I can keep myself f...

That’s the thing about poison… even the smallest dose can be lethal. It may spread slowly, damaging everything in its path, but in the end, it does exactly what’s intended. Destroy. And I’m going to poison the Rousseau family drop by drop.

I smirk, lifting a shoulder.

“If anything, you should be worried about you. You look like you’ve sucked a fart anytime you’re within three feet of me. Kinda hard to convince people that we’re together when you look like that.”

Her eyes narrow before she ...

“Sorry, it’s exhausting being in yo...

“Yeah, I hear that a lot. Specifically, after you spend the night...

Abruptly, she reaches out, slapping a hand over my mouth, surprising us both by cutting me off. Her fingers are soft and warm, slightly clammy pressed against my lips. My lips part, and I nip at her finger, causing her to yelp, cutting her eyes at me. As quickly as she placed them there, she ...

“I’ve heard more about your… dick than I have ever cared to learn, so ...

Her throat bobs, swallowing hard. When I grin, arching a brow, she just rolls her eyes. A shitty comeback is on the tip of...

“As much as I need your crude, broody assholeness in my favor when it comes to them, I also need you to not be over-the-top to the point that my parents think I’m droppin...

I shiver at the thought. Me? Married? Absolutely the fuck not. I mean… I’m all for the deflowering part, s...

“I can practically read your mind right ...

“You said it, ...

I g...

I couldn’t bite the smile back if I tried, seeing her cheeks flush a delicious red and her head shake. I love riling her, pissing her off, getting a response out of her. It makes my fucking blood rush. It’s effortless.

“I’m here, aren’t I? You know, I’m starting to think you’ve got a degrading kink or something with how much you like to talk shit to me. Does it get you hot?”

he asks, a lopsided grin pulling at his full lips. I haven’t a single clue why, but his crass words cause my pulse to race. I push down the strange feeling swirling in my stomach and scoff.

“You wish. Seems like something yo...

His shoulder...

“I’m into a lot of things. None of which you...

Like… what? I want to ask, even though I shouldn’t care. I hate him and literally everything about him. I do not need to know what kin...

“Mmmm, Golden Girl’s ...

My gaze snaps to him and off the tight contour of his bicep beneath the blac...

“I think I’m onto something. Miss prim and proper likes it d...

Ignoring the rapid patter in my chest, I turn toward the tailor shop and swallow hard. I can hear him chuckling behind me, and it makes me con...

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell.”

The rough, low timbre of his voice sounds next to my neck, where he dips his head, lips almost brushing against my ear. I can feel the heat of his breath caressing the shell of my ear, and I nearly shiver. It takes every ounce of control in my body to stop the visceral reaction.

Something tells me that nothing is safe when it comes to Saint Devereaux and that I should re...

he reaches past me, wraps his large hand around the handle of the door, and starts to open it.

His hand finds the small of my back, a gesture that I would think to be gentlemanlike if I didn’t know who he was. Still, it causes my stomach to dance in a foreign way.

I hate that stupid smirk that turns his lips up, showing the slight dimple in his cheek.

My jaw nearly hits the floor as I watch Saint reach for the neck of his T-shirt and pull it over his head, dropping it onto the chair beside him. I knew he was in shape—he’s a hockey player, so that’s to be expected—but holy… shit. He looks like he was carved by a renowned sculptor, molded from the most exquisite marble, with rows and rows of abs and an Adonis belt that tapers into the shorts slung low on his hips. For the very first time, I worry about what I have actually gotten myself into.

She looks like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes, a blue-green mixture like the depths of the ocean just as it turns deep, widened. Rosy, plump lips parted, a bright red flush coating her cheeks as she stares at me like I’ve stripped fucking naked in front of her rather than just taken my shirt off. If I’m not mistaken, which I rarely am not, there’s a look of heat mixed with shock. Jesus, this is going to be entirely too much fucking fun. Maybe the most fun I’ve ever had in my life with someone, and that’s saying a lot since I spend the majority of my free time between a girl’s thighs, tits… or mouth. I’m not picky.

Chuckling, I slowly slip my arms into the sleeves but leave the shirt hanging open, unbuttoned.

“If I’d known the only way to get you to be quiet was to take off my clothes, I would’ve gladly done it before now.”