Nothing to Fear (Wicked Games, #1)

by Jenn Plummer

For all my Gothic beauties, there’s nothing to fear; we’re all a little fractured on the inside, and there’s beauty in the broken.

My face and identity are hidden under a glowing red LED mask, thick Xs above where my eyes are, and a sinister Cheshire smile pulled tight with crisscross lights across my mouth.

I refused to let anyone know of my costume plans, wanting just one night to be completely myself, not Silas Blackwood: college president’s son, captain of the rugby team, assumed-straight jock.

“So sexy. You’re gonna take my cock so well. Look at this ass swallowing my fingers.”

Who the hell is this man? And why do I feel like he just changed my entire life?

Maybe everything I’ve been feeling lately has been pushing me toward this. Toward Silas. Maybe I’m his more.