by Clarissa Wild
Genres: Academy, Bully, Dark, New Adult, Romance
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.
Genres: Academy, Bully, Dark, New Adult, Romance
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Title: Cruel Boy
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Bully Romance

๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ฎ๐จ ๐จ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ.
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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.

Nate stands near the edge of the bathroom, facing the window, head down between his shoulders, hands firmly planted on the windowsill, fingers sprawled but crooked, as if heโs trying to crack his nails against the stone. A picture I could paint in a heartbeat.
โI know youโre there,โ he says, his voice gravelly, painful. As though heโs wounded and ready to lash out.
I should run and hide. Take my pride and stride while I still own it. He could strip me bare of everything I am and throw me to the masses to be ridiculed. Heโs Falcon Eliteโs star athlete; a guy with a promise of a bright future. A person with so much baggage you donโt dare touch them.
But I do.
My hand has already reached for him and grazed his shoulder.
He immediately turns around.
I take a few steps back.
โAre you stalking me now?โ he growls, snorting. โPathetic.โ
He breathes, walks, and talks like a monster. A man obsessed with one thing and one thing only. Me.
โIโm not. You started it,โ I reply, still stepping back until Iโm backed into a corner of the toilets with no escape. Heโs already blocked the door with his huge frame. The only way out is by passing him. Shit.
He leans in and traps me between him and the wall. โWhy did you follow me?โ
My heart beats in my throat and I swallow away the lump in my throat.
โI โฆ wanted to know.โ
โWhat? How a guy like me can stoop to that level? Why I even try? If Iโll give up?โ He looks into my eyes like heโs trying to search for the truth but I donโt have it for him.
โTell me,โ he says.
โWhy you said you thought my painting was beautiful.โ It sputters out of my mouth before I realize it.
I donโt mean to be so forthcoming, but when he looks at me like that with those penetrating eyes it just happens. And something about the way he clenches his jaw and then bites his lip undoes me.
โBecause itโs the truth,โ he says with such a serious face that I find it hard not to believe him.
He snorts. โBut youโll obviously think thatโs a lie.โ
โNo,โ I respond.
His eyes narrow. He brings one hand to his face and rubs his jaw. โLiar.โ
The silence is overpowering. Seconds feel like minutes as his breath slows, but I can feel every one of them prickling on my skin.
โIs this really all about the pictures?โ I ask.
He cocks his head, and leans in even further until his breath is against the side of my cheek and my whole body is covered in goose bumps. โThatโs for me to know and for you to find out.โ
A gasp escapes my mouth when his lips briefly brush past my ear.
โTell me โฆ are you scared of me?โ he whispers.
I want to answer, but my throat feels numb and my head dizzy.
When our eyes connect, the tension is like lightning electrifying me from the inside out. This canโt be happening, it canโt be that โฆ I canโt want this.
A devious, sexy smirk appears on his face. โThought so.โ
Then he turns around and walks out, leaving me out of breath โฆ and with my heart lost to a boy I shouldnโt ever crave.
โI know youโre there,โ he says, his voice gravelly, painful. As though heโs wounded and ready to lash out.
I should run and hide. Take my pride and stride while I still own it. He could strip me bare of everything I am and throw me to the masses to be ridiculed. Heโs Falcon Eliteโs star athlete; a guy with a promise of a bright future. A person with so much baggage you donโt dare touch them.
But I do.
My hand has already reached for him and grazed his shoulder.
He immediately turns around.
I take a few steps back.
โAre you stalking me now?โ he growls, snorting. โPathetic.โ
He breathes, walks, and talks like a monster. A man obsessed with one thing and one thing only. Me.
โIโm not. You started it,โ I reply, still stepping back until Iโm backed into a corner of the toilets with no escape. Heโs already blocked the door with his huge frame. The only way out is by passing him. Shit.
He leans in and traps me between him and the wall. โWhy did you follow me?โ
My heart beats in my throat and I swallow away the lump in my throat.
โI โฆ wanted to know.โ
โWhat? How a guy like me can stoop to that level? Why I even try? If Iโll give up?โ He looks into my eyes like heโs trying to search for the truth but I donโt have it for him.
โTell me,โ he says.
โWhy you said you thought my painting was beautiful.โ It sputters out of my mouth before I realize it.
I donโt mean to be so forthcoming, but when he looks at me like that with those penetrating eyes it just happens. And something about the way he clenches his jaw and then bites his lip undoes me.
โBecause itโs the truth,โ he says with such a serious face that I find it hard not to believe him.
He snorts. โBut youโll obviously think thatโs a lie.โ
โNo,โ I respond.
His eyes narrow. He brings one hand to his face and rubs his jaw. โLiar.โ
The silence is overpowering. Seconds feel like minutes as his breath slows, but I can feel every one of them prickling on my skin.
โIs this really all about the pictures?โ I ask.
He cocks his head, and leans in even further until his breath is against the side of my cheek and my whole body is covered in goose bumps. โThatโs for me to know and for you to find out.โ
A gasp escapes my mouth when his lips briefly brush past my ear.
โTell me โฆ are you scared of me?โ he whispers.
I want to answer, but my throat feels numb and my head dizzy.
When our eyes connect, the tension is like lightning electrifying me from the inside out. This canโt be happening, it canโt be that โฆ I canโt want this.
A devious, sexy smirk appears on his face. โThought so.โ
Then he turns around and walks out, leaving me out of breath โฆ and with my heart lost to a boy I shouldnโt ever crave.



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