LOGINWhen Wakely transfers to a new university, she has one goal: keep her head down, finish her final credits, and get out. The plan is simple: stay invisible, avoid drama, and leave behind her abusive past. But the moment she steps onto campus, she has no idea what is about to happen to her. She quickly crosses paths with Cora, a bold, orange-haired wild card who takes Wakely under her wing. Cora introduces her to the unspoken hierarchy that rules the school, warning her about the campus “gods”: the Walker brothers. Sinfully attractive, effortlessly powerful, and notoriously cruel, the Walkers are known as much for their charm as for their dangerous pranks. Students either worship them or fear them. Wakely? She wants nothing to do with them. But Waylon Walker, the darkest of the three, has other plans. Unlike the others, Wakely doesn’t care about his reputation. She doesn’t flirt. She doesn’t chase. And she certainly doesn’t fall for arrogant boys with too much control. That only makes her more fascinating to him. What begins as curiosity spirals into obsession. Waylon watches her, follows her, learns everything he can—and slowly starts crossing lines no one’s ever dared to before. As their worlds collide, Wakely finds herself drawn into a twisted game of desire, secrets, and violence. Her carefully buried past begins to unravel when she discovers that her abusive father holds a far darker secret. A secret that she was unaware of, that could change her life forever. Now, with the weight of betrayal, obsession, and legacy pressing down on them, Wakely must decide whether to run from the danger or face it head-on, with Waylon at her side. And some secrets are never meant to be uncovered.
View More~ Four Months Later ~“Breath bitch, you are turning purple,” Cora said as she dabbed on some makeup. The last year had been a rollercoaster, and today was the big day. I was going to marry the love of my life, Waylon.“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.” I fanned myself with my hand. “I know he’s going to be there. I know he is going to say ‘I do,’ but still, my heart is pounding and I forget to breathe.” I let out a nervous giggle.“I’m almost one hundred percent positive that as soon as you see him, you will calm down,” Cora said.“I think I’m going to go talk to him really quickly. He’ll calm me down.” I said as I started to stand.Cora’s hand slammed down on my shoulder. “If you even think about leaving this chair, I will body check you. Do you understand? Your life has had a lot of bad luck; you don’t need any more. Now
~ One Month Later ~The jury at Barrett’s trial took longer to deliberate than I thought. There was so much evidence against Barrett that a toddler could give a verdict, and it would be accurate.But my nerves were getting the best of me. The prosecutor had me take the stand and explain what happened to me. They showed the court the countless texts from Barrett and the bruising and injuries I sustained throughout my life.Barrett would scoff at the evidence, acting like it wasn’t a big deal and that sometimes kids needed discipline. Or at least that’s what the lawyer was trying to sell.As soon as I was cross-examined by Barrett’s lawyer, he made me feel like I was a terrible child and corporal punishment was the only way to keep me in line.When I finally stepped down, I felt terrible. I felt like I was the one who deserved to be beaten and then almost strangled to death. That if I just listened to Barrett, I wouldn’t
Wakely knew what she was doing when she tempted me with that picture of the lingerie that she sent. Fuck, I was ready to burst sitting there waiting for the last student to finish his fucking test so I could get back to my girl.As soon as he was done, I grabbed his test, sent Wakely a quick text, and sprinted back to her room.She was sitting there waiting for me, hidden by a big brown bag. The sight of her made me freeze. She was an angel. She was like a glass of water in the desert. A sight for sore eyes. A breath of fresh air. However I put it, it wasn’t enough.She was my everything, and I needed her. But I was nowhere near worthy of her. Not even close. When I didn’t respond to her, I could tell that she was starting to overthink the present.It was rope.It was fucking rope. She wanted what I described to her back in the car. I knew that she liked what I described to her; she was positively dripping for me, and now, she wanted to
Ever since Waylon told me what he wanted to do to me, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. If he admitted that much, there had to be more—other things he was imagining. And I wanted all of it. God, I wanted it more than I could admit.If felt like he was teasing me, as the days passed, he would fuck me in the shower or my bed but he wouldn’t bring out the ropes that I longed to see.I was getting impatient. I couldn’t focus on the homework in front of me. He was proctoring an exam for Doctor Baxter. He had at least an hour left. I was going to push him to do what he wanted.I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. It was freezing out, but the cold wouldn’t bother me. I was burning up with the thought of what I was about to do.There was a sporting goods store a few blocks away. They would have exactly what I needed. I needed to hurry if I was going to get back to the room before he finished in the lab.
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