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Hard to Get Away With

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River Knight I’ve never pretended to be anything other than what I am. Women come and go. Always have. A warm body at the end of a long day is all I want, and I’m upfront about it. No promises. No next morning. No chance of more. Most of them get the message eventually. A few try to stick around, convinced they’ll be the one who finally changes my mind. They never do. I’m River Knight. Starting quarterback. Trust-fund rich. Campus legend. Girls pack the stands at practice just to watch me throw. They show up at every party I’m rumored to be at. They invent reasons to cross my path. It’s exhausting. And a little pathetic. Then the new coach’s daughter shows up. Emerson Hart I don’t have time for campus royalty. Especially not the kind who treat women like disposable entertainment. River Knight is everything I avoid: cocky, privileged, and so used to being chased that he probably doesn’t even remember half their names. Girls lose their self-respect the second he walks into a room. They fill the bleachers. They crash parties. They wait outside the locker room like he’s some kind of prize. It’s nauseating. Fine—he’s good-looking. Objectively. If you’re into that sort of thing. Which I’m not. I’ve got a 4.0, a future that doesn’t involve hanging off some football player’s arm, and zero interest in becoming another notch on his bedpost. So I stay far away from him. Until I can’t.

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Chapter: CHAPTER 7

EMERSON Finding the cafeteria is marginally less humiliating than finding Wilder Hall, mostly because I have the good sense to abandon technology entirely and just follow the herd of students moving through campus on pure autopilot. They know where the food is better than my phone's useless map app does. And the second I walk in, I understand everything I need to know about this campus's social ecosystem. Near the windows, a table of girls in matching athletic wear all laugh at the same joke half a second apart, like they've rehearsed it — dance team, probably, or something equally exclusive and terrifying. Behind them, a cluster of guys hunched over laptops, arguing about what sounds suspiciously like video game strategy. Further back, a table so quiet and studiously uninterested in the rest of the room that they might as well have a sign over it reading we peaked in the library. Across the room, three tables of athletes sprawl out with the easy, unbothered volume of people

Last Updated: 2026-08-17

Chapter: CHAPTER 6

EMERSON I walk away from them without looking back, chin up, spine straight, every step deliberate — Somewhere behind me, I hear people already whispering. I can't make out most of it, but I catch "new girl" a couple times. “So I fucking stood up for myself. Big fucking deal.” Let them talk. I didn't come here to win a popularity contest, collect approval points, or audition for a place in the school’s little social hierarchy. If refusing to bow to some bully football player means I’m suddenly the girl everyone has something to say about? Fine. They can talk. Besides, if they’re already talking about me before lunch, I must be making an impressive first impression. I pull my schedule out of my bag — a crumpled printout I've already folded and unfolded a dozen times since orientation — and squint at it like it might rearrange itself into something legible. Wilder Hall, Room 214. Great. Wonderful. I have no idea where Wilder Hall is, and the campus map app on my phone has app

Last Updated: 2026-08-16

Chapter: CHAPTER 5

RIVER For one glorious second, I just stare at her. Did she seriously— My jaw tightens. She did. The girl has been standing there mouthing off to me for the last five minutes, and now she’s decided insulting my breath is the line. The corner of my mouth twitches before I can stop it. I lean a fraction closer. Close enough that I catch everything I shouldn’t. Fuck. She’s beautiful. Annoyingly, unfairly beautiful. Up close it’s worse. Those sharp eyes. The full mouth that’s been throwing attitude nonstop. The way her lips part just slightly before she delivers another hit. Soft. Pink. The kind of mouth that would look better wrapped around my cock than around more sarcasm. And she smells fucking delicious—warm and sweet under the hallway air. The kind of scent that short-circuits my brain every time I inhale. If Lisa wasn’t involved, I’d already have her pinned against this locker for a completely different reason. My cock is heavy and interested, pressing hard against my jea

Last Updated: 2026-08-15

Chapter: CHAPTER 4

EMERSON All three of them let their gazes drop, slow and deliberate, dragging down my body like they have every right. I force myself to stay still. Free show, apparently. The one on my right looks at me with open, hungry interest. His eyes linger on the curve of my hips, the full swell of my chest, the way my jeans sit on my ass. He doesn’t even try to hide it. His tongue flicks across his lower lip. The one on my left is different. His gaze moves over me with something colder. Not just assessment—disdain. His mouth tightens into a faint sneer. There’s no heat in it. Just quiet, arrogant judgment. The third hangs back half a step, arms loosely crossed, watching with lazy amusement. I keep my eyes on the one on the left. He’s the one who matters. And judging by the way the other two stay slightly behind him, he’s the one who runs this place. The self-appointed king. "You three done measuring how small you can make me feel, or is this the part where you tell me the rules?” The s

Last Updated: 2026-08-14

Chapter: CHAPTER 3

EMERSON I find the locker assigned to me-#107-and spin the combination with more force than necessary. The hallway is packed, bodies shifting and voices overlapping, but I can feel the weight of every pair of eyes on my back as I yank the door open and dump my bag inside. They’re probably still processing the fact that I just told the mean girls to fuck off and didn’t even flinch. Shocking, I know. Apparently, having a backbone is a rare and highly contagious condition around here. God forbid a girl shows up who doesn’t immediately start kissing ass, fake-smiling at everyone, or folding herself into the nearest wall to make the popular crowd comfortable. The collective shock is almost entertaining. Almost. Give it five minutes. By lunch, half of them will have decided I’m either a psychopath, a complete bitch, or their new best friend. Possibly all three, depending on how bored they are. Elite colleges like this have rules, after all. Be pretty. Be agreeable. Know

Last Updated: 2026-08-13

Chapter: CHAPTER 1

RIVERHer long nails dig in hard, carving hot furrows down the length of my back. The sting is sharp and perfect. I grunt and slam forward, burying my cock to the balls inside her. She’s soaked, cunt gripping me like a fist, and the wet sound of it is filthy as hell. She moans right against my ear, low and broken, the kind of sound that goes straight to my dick. Her hands slide down my back, fingers spreading over my ass, then dig in hard, pulling me deeper like she’s trying to keep me locked inside her.I don’t give her the chance to set the pace. I start fucking her properly—long, heavy strokes that shove her body up the mattress with every thrust. Her legs clamp around my hips like a vise, thighs shaking, heels digging into the small of my back. Every time I bottom out she lets out this little choked noise, half moan, half gasp, and her cunt flutters around me like it’s trying to milk me already.I’m surprised by how good a fuck she is. Most of the time easy pussy is lazy pussy—

Last Updated: 2026-08-11

Novels by Nivi Shabs

Hard to Get Away With