Vicious Lies (Bastards of Boulder Cove, #2)

by Rachel Leigh

His lips part slightly, so I do the same with mine. When his tongue slides into my mouth, I welcome it. I’ve never kissed a boy before, but this is exactly how I’d imagined it would be. It’s perfect. Jagger is the first to break the kiss, but his hand stays on my cheek. “First time?” he asks, a softness to his tone. I nod, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. “That obvious?”

Temptation is getting stronger and I’m not sure how long either of us will be able to resist. The physical attraction is real, and lately, my feelings have been brewing for Jagger. I try to ignore them and maintain whatever friendship we have, but it’s getting harder and harder.

“Why won’t you look at me, Scar?” My stomach flip-flops, and when I don’t respond, he tips my chin up so that I’m looking right at him. “What’s there to look at?”

I cast my eyes down, even though he doesn’t drop my chin. God, he’s gorgeous. Tall, toned, and tanned. His sultry honey eyes match the dampened tips of hair that shimmer like gold. Every inch of his body is perfectly sculpted. My heart pitter-patters when his thumb grazes my lower lip. “Me.” He tips my chin again. “Look at me, Scar.”

“Have you seen Scar?” he asks, his gaze dancing over my shoulder. My lips purse together and I skim the room casually. “No,” I lie, “haven’t seen her.” He steps past me in search of his girlfriend, while I go straight to where she’s at.

“There’s something I need to tell you, Scar.” “Can it wait? I’m really worried about what's going down at the Ruins. Riley’s there and Crew’s gonna wonder where we’re at.” And just like that, my heart splinters. “Yeah. Of course. We’ll try again tomorrow.” Same song, different dance. What the fuck was I thinking?

“Take me. Devour me. I’m yours.”

He pulls back, eyes beaming into mine with a bleak expression that tells me he doesn’t believe me. “You mean that?” “Right now. Yes.”

“I’m gonna fuck you, Scarlett.” His words are a song in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be walking bowlegged for days. Then, I’m gonna fuck you again.”

I’m not sure if I’ll ever regret what we just did, but I hope Crew can forgive me for wanting to do it again.

To whoever finds this, We tried our damnedest to get out. We almost made it. But Jagger Cole’s continuous shouting and swearing drove me batshit crazy. So I killed him and ran away. Don’t look for me, Scarlett Sunder

Suddenly, I see everything clearly. Neo blames me for every bad thing that has happened in his life. But does he put any of that blame on Jagger? Or even on Crew? Deep down, does he really hate us all?