Killer: A Bad Boy Romance (58 page)

“Mmm. I can get onboard with that.”

“There’s a new position I want to try.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” I grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around me, pressing my erection against her. “Just imagine all of the things we haven’t tried yet. It might be any one of them or it might be something you never thought of before.”

“I can think of a lot of things I want to try with you, want to do with you, to you.” She smiled suggestively and bit her lower lip. “I’m willing to try any new position.”

“Or two or three.” I squeezed her tits through her shirt.

“You gonna have the stamina for all of this in one night?”

“Don’t you worry about me. If you can handle it, I can.”

“Oh, I’ll be able to handle it.” She kissed the corner of my mouth. Damn tease. “I can handle you.”

“Is that a promise?” I asked hoarsely.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured, looking up at me through lowered lashes.

After a few more kisses—all right, a lot more than a few—we finally made it onto our bikes and drove off. I felt like a new man, one who could take the world by storm. I was free and with the only woman I would ever love. The future might be uncertain, but I was a survivor, and so was she. With her by my side, I could do anything.

Together, we could do anything. The world was ours. And we were going to take it. The future could not look brighter.

THE END

I f***ing hate him!

He's arrogant, he's cocky, he's the star of a college soccer team... and he's everything that a girl like me should despise.

He didn't even know my name before this year.

So why can't I keep him off my mind?

Maybe it's because his dad is about to marry my mom.

Maybe it's because I've had the worst crush on him through all of high school.

Maybe it's because he's at my house now taking a shower after soccer practice, and my mom just told me to go hang a fresh towel by his bed.

The water stopped and I know he's getting out, so why am I still at the foot of his bed with the towel in my hands...

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I had only one way to survive – on my back.

Lucy
A girl's gotta get by,
and the only way to stay alive was by selling myself to the Hell's Disciples.
I told myself it was just a job,
that all the men were the same.
But when I was given to Mason for the night,
there was something different about him.
The tattoos covering his broad shoulders,
his intense eyes...
I was hooked.
There's only one problem:
If the Disciples find out their club girl has fallen for a rival,
neither of us will make it out alive.
Mason
I don't settle down. I f**k and move on.
When you're running drugs across the border,
the one thing you can't do is sit still.
That hooker I was given last week?
At first, she was nothing more than a peace offering.
But when my enemies say I can't have her,
there's only one thing I want to do:
own her completely.

Ashley
It isn't easy going home – not when HE'S there.
How couldn't I love him? His blond hair, tousled from his football helmet, the muscles rippling along his quarterback shoulders, the way he looks at me when we pass each other half-clothed in the hallway in the middle of the night...
His eyes, exposing me. Baring me. Stripping me down to nothing but skin and desire.
I've never wanted anything like I wanted him to cross the distance between us.
I can't act on this lust, can't say anything. It would destroy our family.
But I'm only human. And he's sleeping in the room next door...
Danny
I'm happy to see her, of course.
But it's hard to ignore the feeling she ignites in my chest.
Once upon a time, that used to be enough. But not anymore.
Now, when she looks at me and bites her lower lip, desire flashing through her eyes, I worry that I will lose control. I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself from doing what we both want – making her mine.
The problem is, she's mine already.
And she's sleeping in the room next door.

He was the last thing I wanted. But we can’t always get what we want.
He was my once-best-friend, my ex-neighbor, and overall, the most infuriating and arrogant S.O.B. named Domenic Thomas, whose dazzling smile and mouth-watering physique could break every heart in the room. He was the star of the high school baseball team, and his nickname was DTF—his first two initials, but conveniently standing for Down To F***, because f***ing is what he did best.
And the last time we saw each other, we had sex. Mind-blowing, life-altering, incredible sex.
And he hasn’t spoken to me since.
I was young, stupid, and a little in love back then. I was the simple, quiet, plain straight-A’s girl who nobody, let alone Domenic, should have noticed… But that doesn’t matter now. I’m planning on never seeing him again.
It’s been six years since my worst mistake and heartbreak, and now he’s coming back… and there is no way I can stay away from him. Because the reason he’s coming back is that our parents are getting married.
That’s right. The man who took my f***ing virginity and left without a word wasn’t just a much-hated stranger anymore...

Sky

He seems to hate me but I have no idea why.
Or am I mistaking hate for something else?
If only I could remember him. Or anything, really.
Within that perfectly chiseled body, his insides are black—he’s rotten underneath. He’s dangerous, dark, and yet somewhere deep inside myself I know what it feels like to scream his name.
I catch him staring and he pulls away like I’m the poisonous one. He’s a killer. I know it. He lives to harm others. I’m sure those rugged, strong hands have squeezed the life out of many. And yet I still want them on my body.
And he wants it too.
But this is madness. My life is in shambles and adding him to the mix with his murder and mayhem will only make it worse.
So why am I living for the moment I’ll scream his name again?

Shadow

I don’t have room in my life for her bulls***.
But there she goes again, playing the little wounded bird, always needing me to swoop in and save her.
She says she can’t remember what made her shut me out—she can’t remember anything at all. But I see that familiar look in her eyes like she knows how good we made each other feel.
I’m the fool who falls for it again and again. For a wounded bird, she’s got her claws in me deep.
And that’s exactly how I want it. She might not be able to recall her sleek legs wrapped all around me, her perfect ass perched on the bars of my motorcycle in the moonlight, but I’ll never forget it.
This time I’ll keep my guard up. I’ve got bigger things to worry about than Sky taking flight once more. She can’t break my heart again if I don’t give it up.
As if I ever got it back from her the last time.