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He wanted my body, no matter what I said…
I’ve crushed hard on Pace since I first saw him. Tall, vicious, built like an Adonis, and so hot he makes my panties melt—he’s the definition of bad news. Even though I’m practically his stalker, I’ve been careful to stay away.
Until tonight. He caught me accidentally running over his prize motorcycle. And he wants to be paid back through the twisted, depraved use of my fertile body.
My desires are so dark that I’ve never shared them with anyone—and that means I’ve never known the touch of a man before. But, Pace doesn’t care. And he doesn’t care if I want it or not. He knows what women really want—knows what makes me so wet I have to moan with lust. He wants me filled, and he wants to put his heirs inside me. It’s easy for a stud like him.
Because all Pace really cares about is owning me for his pleasure and making me another trophy…until I prove that I can please him better than any other woman he’s had.
Disclaimer: This book features some trigger points for certain readers, including dubious consent. The alpha quarterback doesn’t know how to turn off his lust, and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.
“I’ve seen you around campus, I think,” he says. “Haven’t I?”
Again I nod. “It’s possible. Anything’s possible. There’s not that many students.”
“There’s enough to see someone and never see them again. I guess we have similar schedules, huh?”
Fuck, does he know? Does he know? After how careful I’ve been. After all that time I spent trying desperately to make sure that I just wouldn’t be caught, wouldn’t be trapped in a situation just like this, does he know anyway?
He keeps the heater on but turns the car’s lights off. “This thing is a piece of shit. What’s a pretty girl like you driving such a piece of shit?”
I just giggle and twirl with my hair. “I don’t know.”
Did I mention he just called me pretty? Because, um, I think I can die of orgasms right here and now.
He took a breath, measuring me. Everything about him was perfect, handsome. I can see his abs flexing and re-flexing, his pec muscles so sharply defined and perfect beneath his jacket. My hands twist at my stupid tight, totally soaked tee shirt. It occurs to me for the very first time that he can see straight through my top and my nipples underneath. They’re big and pointy, hard enough now from my excitement to just cut through glass. I’m breathing hard and my lips are wet and god, god, his bulge just moved again.
Because of me. Because he’s in the car with me. I can’t think straight. Not enough oxygen is getting to my brain. It’s all flooding in the blood that’s going to my errogenous zones. Like I give a fuck. My brain can die right now so long as I taste his cock.
No, no. I don’t want that. He’s a pig. An awful horrible pig. He probably kicks puppies for fun and breaks up long-term relationships because he thinks it’s funny, and why the fuck does that do nothing to stop how fucking turned on I am?
“I’m going to make you a deal,” he says. “I can ruin your life pretty much whenever I want, can’t I? By telling the dean about this. Telling anybody, really, about how you fucked up my car and that you were drunk when it happened.”
I gulp. “Yes. You can.”
“So.” With no flourish, no pageantry, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. “Suck me off, here and now, and I’ll think about not doing just that.”
His cock, thick and hard, is already weeping precum. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I’ve been stalking Patrick for at least six months now. Up close, in this confined space, there is no getting around the indomitable fact of his gigantic cock. I can’t stop my body from lurching forward, like we’re on some deep sea cruise, and the only thing that saves me from impaling my mouth totally is that I’m wearing my seat belt.
“You want it,” he says. “I can tell you do. So do yourself a favor. Suck my cock. Give yourself what you want, like a good girl. Know your place and put your mouth to work.”
I whimper. “I just…I…I can’t. I’ve seen…I know what you do. You…use girls. Forget them. Fuck and abuse them. And…and…”
Me talking about what he did clearly aroused him…