When her dad’s gone, Emma moves to a new academy for a fresh start, but the town’s BIG FOUR, Rowan, August, Liam and Karl, rule everything. Each dangerous, magnetic, and unpredictable, they pull her into their dark world. But the real danger isn’t them—it’s the secret deal that ties her to a deadly game she was never meant to play.
I smirk, remembering how her eyes widened when she realized Rowan wasn’t there to help her. I’ve watched the video at least a dozen times. Liam also may or may not have hacked into and posted it on every digital billboard along the I-95 and I-84 corridor. “Everyone, please take your seats. We have a…
“Let me take this, Angel,” Karl says, coaxing his knife from her hand. His mouth curls into a smile at the sight of McCarthy’s blood on his blade before he lifts it and wipes off the blade across Beau’s cheek. “Can’t have you tainting the purity of the metal with your subpar DNA.” Resting his…
“I know you heard me. And unless you want that bitch of yours to be shot, you’ll stop.” She’s bluffing, but I can’t chance it. We don’t know where Emma went. When we asked, the only response provided was that she’d be safe. Refusing to risk it, I shoot off a quick text to Thomas…
“That’s it. I’m sending a virus that shouts, ‘I like butt sex’ to August’s cellphone,” Liam exclaims as we funnel out behind Rowan to the convoy of waiting SUVs. The day is passing by with no issues. In fact, it’s been how the entire first semester should’ve gone-Emma by our sides as we laugh and…
I arch a brow. “Is that so, Miss Bradford?” “What? Don’t think I can save you, Rowan?” She smirks, and I brush her hair out of her face. I love seeing her like this, properly fucked and carefree. Her smile grows when she sees me watching her, and I want everything to stay like this.…
Fisting my hair, Liam slams his length down my throat, halting any further words when he thrusts in and out of my mouth. “That’s it, Dove, take this cock down your throat like a good girl,” he hisses, snapping his hips forward. Liam’s face twists in pleasure, his mouth falling open as he feeds me…
He’s part of the reason I’m terrified to settle in. Rowan’s journal professed so many mixed emotions. He was angry, unremorseful, conflicted, and hurt. I can still feel each stroke of his pen as if it were a blow. “Now you’re speaking to me?” I quip. I guess now is as good a time as…
“I always have to be the damn bad guy,” I mutter, climbing the stairs two at a time until I’m standing outside Emma’s room door. We’re doing this shit tonight. Gripping the handle, I turn it, barging in, and she shrieks. “What the hell, Rowan?” Emma’s half-naked-her towel the only fabric covering her. “Get out,”…
He says something else, but I’m too busy lost in the vividly-playing images of me licking and nipping my way down Karl’s well-defined chest until he loses control and fills my mouth with his cock. He’d groan, yanking my head back, forcing my mouth to open wider as he slams his cock into the back…
Snorting, I shake my head. “Fine,” I grumble, holding my hands up in mock surrender. “I need to talk to Rowan anyway.” I glance at Emma once more before crossing the room and heading to the basement. When I find him, Rowan is cleaning his ink in one of the back rooms. “How’s everything going…