The Initiation (Filthy Rich Americans, #1)

by Nikki Sloane

He could be indifferent, or annoying, or even cruel, but he’d never been nice before. It was unsettling.

“So, you are Medusa.” A smile tilted on his lips. “It was temporary, but you turned me to stone just now.”

The idea of my beauty turning this man into stone, the one who could have nearly any woman he wanted, fluttered in my belly. And then it soured and crashed to my toes.

His favorite toys growing up were the ones that lived and breathed and had feelings that could be manipulated.

I was worthless. He was the prince of Cape Hill, and he had declared me a nobody, which meant it was now law.

Did he want me flustered and falling all over him like the other girls did?

Was I supposed to feel shame I hadn’t fucked anyone when I was twenty years old? Like there was something wrong with me? Or was I supposed to feel pride I was a good girl and had kept myself pure?

It was a strange feeling how my body liked being in his arms and yet the rest of me detested it.

I’m sure if I put my hand up your skirt right now, my fingers would come away wet.”

“I bet you’re soaked.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. I fucking see you, Marist.”

“I see you,” he murmured. “And now I’ve tasted you.”

“Fictional friends do not count.”

“I want to see your red lipstick smeared all over my dick.”

He couldn’t have sounded more like the spoiled rich brat he was if he’d tried.

I liked his possession.

“Shut up,” I gasped. He laughed and tightened his hold on my neck, wordlessly telling me I’d better watch it. I didn’t get to tell him what to do. His firm hand was a reminder of who was in control right now.

“This is mine now,” he said.

“You wait for me. You understand?”

“I get to be first, Marist. No one else touches you.”

“Hello, Marist. Or is it Medusa now?” His lips held the faintest of smiles. “Did you do what I asked?”

“But you and me? I was . . . hoping for this outcome.” Did he think I was stupid? “You literally said ‘either Northcott girl is fine.’”

“They’re staring at you.” His statement rattled me. “Why?” “Because you’re here with me.” His gaze never lifted to mine, like he couldn’t be bothered. “Or more likely, because you’re fucking gorgeous. Who knows?”

“That you’re beautiful? You are. Get over it.”

“You wanted to know why I was still a virgin last year. Well, there’s your answer. You’re the reason, Royce. Nobody would be caught dead with me.” He considered the accusation I’d lobbed at him. “You’re wrong,” he said finally. “I was aware what was going to happen. It’s exactly why I said it.”

saw you at the bar with your sister that night. You were swaying to the music, all happy, and pretty, and it pissed me off.

“So, yeah. I knew you were behind me when I called you a nobody. I did it on purpose, because I couldn’t stand you with anyone else. I wanted you for myself.”

“And this is supposed to be a date, not a business meeting, so maybe start acting like it.”

“I think you like me. You just don’t want to.” “God, you’re cocky.”

Was that why he’d made a move on me in the library last year? Had he been sampling me? Making sure he wanted to buy the entire bottle?

“you’ve got the whole villain look working for you with that cat on your lap.

Anything I say or do when other people are around, don’t believe it.

The person I am with you is different than the one outside.”

Seeing him prepare to touch me was the most delicious kind of foreplay

“Do you still taste as good as I remember, Marist?” “Find out,” I ordered.

Kissing me had literally brought Royce Hale to his knees.

“Such patience, waiting for me.” He nipped at my earlobe. I growled it out. “You better make it worth it.”

“Oh, you’re adorable.” He licked a line up to my ear, drawing a shudder from me. His voice was encouraging and persuasive. “Do it like you mean it.”

Was I supposed to talk about someone else when I had a guy’s dick in my hand?

He groaned and tipped his head back. “Fuck. Atta-girl.”

Him throbbing in my hands as I stroked him, all while he struggled to hold in his moans, was lightyears beyond that sexy scene.

He used one strong hand to grip my waist and pull my body crashing into him, and the other to cradle my face, angling my head so he could claim my lips.

“You could have killed us, and I would have died a virgin.”

“Oh, believe me, Marist. I’m going to fuck you. But not today.”

“When I put a ring on your finger,” he murmured in the hollow of my throat, “I’ll fuck you non-stop. I’m going to get inside you, Marist, and probably never want to leave.”

He’d broken my hymen just now, and he’d done it intentionally.

“It’d be easier to argue with you if you’d stop agreeing with me.”

“Because for him to join the board?” Her hand squeezed so hard it was uncomfortable. “He has to fuck you in front of them.”

I had to remind myself to be careful. He was a spectacular liar.

Maybe I could ask Alice for some toast when I got there. And perhaps I could get some Xanax sprinkled on top too.