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Title: Cruel Boy
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully Romance
Release Date:ย September 30, 2019
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ฎ๐จ ๐จ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ.Gossip always goes around at Falcon Elite Prep.
Everyone knows Nate Wilson, the most popular football quarterback and every girlโs crush.
But thereโs more behind those drop-dead gorgeous eyes and that killer smile โฆ
Heโs a notorious heartbreaker โฆ
And heโs got his eyes set on me.
The twisted games he plays are cruel and dangerous.
He teases and tempts me โฆ just to ruin me.
Because I know the one thing he doesnโt want anyone to know.
A big, dirty secret โฆ
And thereโs nothing bad boys wonโt do to keep a secret buried.
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โYour phoneโs not here. Iโm sorry to disappoint you,โ he says, stepping closer. โAnything else I can help you with?โ
โI โฆ uh โฆโ God, why am I this way around him? It doesnโt make any sense. Heโs a bully. I should hate him. But oh my God, I want to kiss him so badly too, and it shows.
For every step he takes closer, I take one back even though my body hungers to get close. I shouldnโt give in; itโs not right. Everyone in this school thinks heโs guilty. Hell, maybe even I do. I donโt know yet.
But what I do know is that heโs beyond bad, and Iโm melting into a puddle just from that dirty look in his eyes as he traps me in a corner. No way out. This is it. Weโre in the showers backed up against a wall. Hormones rage through my body as he places a hand on the wall beside me and cocks his head.
โAre you still scared of me?โ he asks.
I rub my lips together. I canโt say because I donโt know the answer.
โI donโt โฆ know. I donโt know anything anymore,โ I whisper.
โYou donโt know, or you donโt want to know?โ
I try to find the truth in his eyes, but all I find is hunger โฆ a kind of hunger that you can feel in your bones and consumes your every waking thought.
โYouโre scared that you actually like me,โ he murmurs. His forehead leans against mine. โYouโre scared of what might happen if you let me kiss you,โ he whispers, his mouth a hairโs breadth away from mine. โYouโre scared of what might happen if you let me have you โฆ If you become mine.โ
Suddenly, the showers turn on right above us. Fuck, I mustโve hit them with my back. Weโre getting soaking wet, but heโs not moving โฆ and neither am I.
โYou threw me in the pool. Hung my panties on my locker. Made fun of me in front of your friends,โ I mutter, trying to create more distance, trying to push him away, trying to make up reasons this shouldnโt happen. โYou heard Layla when she saidโโ
He places a finger on my lips, droplets of water dripping down onto my skin. โI donโt give a fuck what Layla says or thinks. I only give a fuck about what you think of me.โ
His words strike me to my core.
Never in a million years did I imagine this happening, that Iโd be standing here getting soaking wet in the locker rooms with Falcon Elite Prepโs worst bad boy, the star athlete, and most popular guy at school โฆ and that Iโd want nothing more than to kiss him.
โI did those things to get my way, to get you to fear me, to get you to submit โฆโ he murmurs. โTo get what I want.โ
โThe photos,โ I reply.
โAnd you,โ he whispers, gazing straight into my eyes, setting my heart on fire. โI want you, and I know you want me too.โ
Our lips touch, and sparks fly. The first touch is always the best, where our lips still linger on should-I-or-should-I-not. But we both know that phase has long since passed. I canโt say no to him anymore.
And suddenly, his kisses arenโt so soft anymore. His mouth claims mine with a greed Iโve never felt before, and it excites me to my core. His hand is on my waist, his body against mine, and I can feel every ridge of his muscles, every inch of skin against my own โฆ and the bulge poking against my belly.
It turns me on like nothing else ever has.
The hand that was on the wall entwines with mine as our tongues lock and engage in a battle of lust. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and pins them up against the wall, and I canโt. Fucking. Breathe.
โI โฆ uh โฆโ God, why am I this way around him? It doesnโt make any sense. Heโs a bully. I should hate him. But oh my God, I want to kiss him so badly too, and it shows.
For every step he takes closer, I take one back even though my body hungers to get close. I shouldnโt give in; itโs not right. Everyone in this school thinks heโs guilty. Hell, maybe even I do. I donโt know yet.
But what I do know is that heโs beyond bad, and Iโm melting into a puddle just from that dirty look in his eyes as he traps me in a corner. No way out. This is it. Weโre in the showers backed up against a wall. Hormones rage through my body as he places a hand on the wall beside me and cocks his head.
โAre you still scared of me?โ he asks.
I rub my lips together. I canโt say because I donโt know the answer.
โI donโt โฆ know. I donโt know anything anymore,โ I whisper.
โYou donโt know, or you donโt want to know?โ
I try to find the truth in his eyes, but all I find is hunger โฆ a kind of hunger that you can feel in your bones and consumes your every waking thought.
โYouโre scared that you actually like me,โ he murmurs. His forehead leans against mine. โYouโre scared of what might happen if you let me kiss you,โ he whispers, his mouth a hairโs breadth away from mine. โYouโre scared of what might happen if you let me have you โฆ If you become mine.โ
Suddenly, the showers turn on right above us. Fuck, I mustโve hit them with my back. Weโre getting soaking wet, but heโs not moving โฆ and neither am I.
โYou threw me in the pool. Hung my panties on my locker. Made fun of me in front of your friends,โ I mutter, trying to create more distance, trying to push him away, trying to make up reasons this shouldnโt happen. โYou heard Layla when she saidโโ
He places a finger on my lips, droplets of water dripping down onto my skin. โI donโt give a fuck what Layla says or thinks. I only give a fuck about what you think of me.โ
His words strike me to my core.
Never in a million years did I imagine this happening, that Iโd be standing here getting soaking wet in the locker rooms with Falcon Elite Prepโs worst bad boy, the star athlete, and most popular guy at school โฆ and that Iโd want nothing more than to kiss him.
โI did those things to get my way, to get you to fear me, to get you to submit โฆโ he murmurs. โTo get what I want.โ
โThe photos,โ I reply.
โAnd you,โ he whispers, gazing straight into my eyes, setting my heart on fire. โI want you, and I know you want me too.โ
Our lips touch, and sparks fly. The first touch is always the best, where our lips still linger on should-I-or-should-I-not. But we both know that phase has long since passed. I canโt say no to him anymore.
And suddenly, his kisses arenโt so soft anymore. His mouth claims mine with a greed Iโve never felt before, and it excites me to my core. His hand is on my waist, his body against mine, and I can feel every ridge of his muscles, every inch of skin against my own โฆ and the bulge poking against my belly.
It turns me on like nothing else ever has.
The hand that was on the wall entwines with mine as our tongues lock and engage in a battle of lust. Suddenly, he grabs my wrists and pins them up against the wall, and I canโt. Fucking. Breathe.
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels. She is an avid reader and writer of swoony stories about dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, reading tons of books, and cooking her favorite meals.ย
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