A Pucking Lesson in Forbidden
First-Person POVBadboyGoodgirlPossessiveCampusForbidden LoveLove-Triangle
He was fucking her when I walked in.
The dean of Bellmont Academy was bent over her desk, moaning like she had no shame. And Vincent Carrington, hockey captain, heir to a fortune that could buy this school a hundred times over, was buried deep inside her, one hand gripping her waist, the other slapping her ass like she was nothing.
I should have looked away.
I should have run.
But I stood there frozen, watching the boy I'd loved from the shadows for three years use a woman old enough to be his mother like she was disposable.
And then he saw me.
Now he's threatening to ruin me. To destroy my mother and make my life a living hell.
Worse? His father is marrying my mother. Vincent Carrington is about to become my stepbrother.
Now we live under the same roof.
Now I have to see him every day.
Now he's pushing me against walls, his hand on my throat, his lips inches from mine, telling me he'll never accept me while his body betrays every word he says.
Because the way he looks at me isn't hatred.
The way he touches me isn't cruelty.
And the way I kissed him back?
That was the most dangerous thing I've ever done.