F*ck You: Term One (Knox Academy Trilogy #1)

by Crystal North

THIS BOOK CARRIES AN 18+ WARNING. F*CK YOU IS A MEDIUM TO FAST BURN DARK ROMANCE. IT CONTAINS HOT GUYS, FOUL LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL SCENES, INCLUDING SOME GRAPHIC PHYSICAL BULLYING, AND SEXUAL ASSAULT TRIGGERS. I WOULD LOVE FOR YOU TO READ THIS BOOK, BUT PLEASE BE AWARE THAT IT COMES WITH A WARNING.

Why would she pop up now after all these years and start acting like she cares? More importantly, what’s her ulterior motive? There has to be one.

Apparently, we can call home once a week on a Sunday using the landline in our rooms. Didn't they rip those out in the 90s?

“I wanted to tell you that I felt a little off today, but then you walked in and you definitely turned me on.”

“Touch my arm before I go, so I can tell the lads I was touched by an angel.”

“Have fun with that,” Elsie says. “You’re the shiny new toy and Kalen loves new toys. Give him a few weeks and the novelty will wear off, especially if he doesn’t get his own way.”

“Sawyer is the eldest, he started teaching here last year. Then there’s the twins, Slate and Onyx, but they’re real assholes. Slate thinks he is better than everyone else and Onyx just looks like he wants to murder anyone who looks his way, and well, you met Kalen.”

Well spank my ass and call me Charlie.

Operation 'seduce my step-brother',

Walking out into the waiting area, I see Baxter is still slouched in the chair spinning an unlit cigarette between his fingers. “You have been summoned, oh dark and sinful one,” I tell him, bowing low and winking at him when I rise. That earns me a smirk that only a psychopath would give. I love it.

This girl is beautiful. And it’s like Sam Hunt's song playing in the background really is her theme song because her body is a back road.

“It’s so fucking hilarious, being gang-banged by a rival group after they drugged me and sent the videos to my brother, so ha, ha,” I yell even louder. “I guess being raped, multiple times, is fucking hilarious to you all.”

A moment in my life I tried to forget, to bury deep inside, the second most broken piece of my soul, has just been bared for the whole school to see. Ripped from me without my permission. I’m heartbroken, but how stupid is it that the deepest wound is still my mother? She left me, buried me like I was a bad memory from her worst day.

I can’t kiss her. I can’t do this. She’s my dad’s girlfriend’s…fuck it. She’s my step-sister. She’s my student. I can’t.

I did not just make my step-sister, pupil, fucking come by choking her in my father’s kitchen. No. No way.

“Thanks for the orgasm.” She smiles lazily. “I think it was your best one yet. Bye for now, big brother.” She winks, blowing me a kiss

Her ridiculously short skirt swings with every step she takes, and I realise that she’s wearing stockings and suspenders. My dick is like steel. I am so fucking fucked.

“Could it save someone from being kidnapped by six bigger, stronger, older men?” I challenge, and he hesitates. “Would it have saved me from what happened after? Could a fifteen-year-old girl take on six nineteen-year-old guys, all intent on hurting her?”

This boy drives me to distraction but makes me laugh every step of the way. Just when I think I’m reaching breaking point with him, he does something sweet to make me melt all over again. He’s more dangerous than any of his brothers for that very reason. I could catch real feelings for him far too easily.

Kalen fucks like he does everything else in life: to his own tune. Playfully, frustratingly, maddeningly good.

And just like that, I’m coming under a tree in the dawn light…And yes, he does make me scream. Bastard.

“Relax? I’m about to go into cardiac arrest. The only exercise I do that involves running is chasing the ice cream truck down the street, all because the asshole wants to see my tits bounce.”

Monty must have forced their hand to be nice to me. This makes me even more determined to take them down, along with the incubator. I’m just a pawn in some sick game to them all.

“Well, I’m not putting my dick anywhere near Miss Hart. I bet her coochie has cobwebs…or teeth!”

Slate and I feel like crap; we cornered her, made her feel unsafe, and after what she’s been through that is not okay.

“Monsters don’t always hide in the dark, most look you right in the eyes every day,”

“Don’t let anyone, not even my idiot baby brother, make you feel less. Sexuality should make you feel powerful. Who cares if you screw one person or a hundred? Own it.”

I can feel every single millimetre where their bodies press against mine. It’s like being burned, but it never felt so good. A low groan escapes my lips without my realising.

“Shut up and kiss me.” I don't know if it’s a conscious decision to choose him first – or hell, to even kiss any of them at all – but the demand is blurted out of my mouth before I can even process what I’m doing. Onyx doesn’t need to be told twice.

“Let us make you feel good, Amelie,” Slate whispers against my lips.

He makes my worries fade away. I tune out the crowd and focus on him. Every step the way we rehearsed it, yet this time it feels different. The sexual chemistry is off the charts between us now and I think everyone agrees with the whistles they’re giving us.

“It must be weird, with you guys getting engaged and all, knowing that she dated – what was it, babe? – three of your sons? Oh, no, wait, silly me. You have four sons.”

As we walk out, the last thing I hear is Kalen say to Laura: “It’s true. Every word. Your daughter’s an even bigger whore than you are, step-mummy dearest.”

“I love her,” I blurt out and they all stare at me. “She isn’t a game to me.”

“So, that kiss…” he begins with a teasing smile. “Nope,” I cut him off, popping the p. “Is it a blood thing? Because I’m not one of them?” I pull a face. “Hate to break it to you, but Kalen aside, none of them are actually related.” “Shut up,” I groan. The waitress approaches with our drinks and food on a tray. I tuck straight in. “Because if it’s a family thing, I’m older than you, I could let you call me Daddy, for a price.” He shoots me a wicked grin and I elbow him, while smiling sweetly. “Fuck off, Branson.” “Ooooh surnaming me, tough girl.” He laughs when I flip him off. I like this side of him, the banter is easy and relaxed. We could have been good friends. My brother and Smalls would definitely approve of my being friends with Baxter.

“I love you, Amelie! Please!” Kalen’s desperation causes the first tear to fall,

“It’s too little, too late,” I call down to the four of them. “Fuck you.”

Below, Onyx is kicking the shit out of the limo, while Sawyer and Slate desperately try to pull him away. Kalen’s eyes are locked on mine and I see he’s crying as much as I am.