Semua Bab Captive To The Ruthless Heirs: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Liora’s POVThe rain came down in freezing sheets, soaking right through my thrift-store sweater in a matter of seconds but I kept my head down, my chin tucked hard against my chest and practically forced my boots to keep moving across the flooded pavement.My legs felt like lead after a brutal twelve-hour shift at the diner but tonight felt especially miserable. I wiped rainwater from my forehead, exhaling a long breath that instantly turned to white mist in the cold.All I wanted was my bed. Just a flat surface, a dry blanket and maybe a solid eight hours of unconsciousness. Was that really too much to ask the universe? Apparently, it was. Because I was completely lost!I had taken a shortcut to avoid the frat row on the main Kingsborough University campus. I hated walking past those massive mansions with their blaring bass and drunk entitled rich kids spilling out onto the lawns.I just wanted a quiet walk to my dorm room but this stupid shortcut had led me straight into the labyri

Liora’s POVEvery single shadow on campus looked exactly like a billionaire with a god complex. I flinched violently when a squirrel dropped a small acorn onto a trash can and leaped backward into a row of hedges when a cyclist zipped past me on the narrow sidewalk.My heart was constantly pounding and my eyes darting into every alcove, every hallway and every dark corner of the university as I kept expecting Declan Kensington to step out of the morning fog and shatter my jaw.The violence from last night played on a loop continuously inside my head. I knew the Kensingtons were bad news. Everyone at Kingsborough University knew that. I just thought they were spoiled, arrogant rich kids who threw wild parties and broke hearts for fun but I genuinely didn’t think they dragged people into back alleys and snapped their bones for sport.By the time I reached my morning chemistry class, my nerves were completely fried. Professor Higgins who treated an introductory science course like a mili

Liora’s POVI stood outside the study for exactly ninety seconds before I made myself open the door.I had changed out of my wet clothes into the least embarrassing thing I owned.. an oversized gray hoodie and leggings, and I had scraped my damp hair back into a bun so tight it practically gave me a headache but I refused to walk into that room looking like I’d been crying in a hallway for an hour. Which I had. But they didn’t need to know that.The study was exactly what I expected from three trust-fund criminals. Dark wood shelves, a wall of leather-bound books that had clearly never been opened, and a long mahogany table with three laptops already open and glowing. The floor-to-ceiling window behind them showed the entire city skyline glittering through the rain, like they’d ordered the view custom-made to remind me exactly how small I was.Jasper sat at the head of the table, sleeves rolled up, a legal pad in front of him like he was about to conduct a hostile takeover instead

Jasper’s POVI made it to my room before I gave up pretending I was fine.My cock was still hard, painfully hard, straining against my sweatpants like it had a mind of its own. I gripped it through the fabric, hissing out a breath as the thick length throbbed against my palm.Fuck. Why did that girl get me this worked up?I’d had girls before. Plenty of them. Girls who threw themselves at me the second I walked into a room, girls who’d drop to their knees and beg to suck my cock, and thank me for letting them do it. None of them ever left me like this, hard enough to ache, thinking about it twenty minutes later like some horny freshman who’d never touched a girl before.Liora wasn’t even trying. That was the worst part. She wasn’t flirting, wasn’t performing for me the way every other girl on this campus did the second they found out my last name. She was standing in my kitchen at midnight in an oversized shirt, mouthing off at me like she wasn’t scared out of her mind, and it ha

Liora's POV The second Jasper pulled into the school driveway, heads turned. An open-roof car draws attention on its own. An open-roof car with all three Kensington brothers in it, and me wedged in the back seat with my dress still riding up my thighs, drew a lot more than that. "Is that Liora Sinclair?" someone said, loud enough to carry across the lot. "What is she doing in their car?" "Isn't that the scholarship girl? The one on financial aid?" How embarrassing that this privileged assholes shoves my schooling condition in my face everytime. But I didn’t even have the scholarship anymore pending when these jerks pass their papers, else im screwed. A group of guys clustered near the steps went quiet, then not quiet at all, laughter breaking out somewhere in the middle of them. One peeled off and jogged over, grinning like Christmas had come early. “Kensingtons.” He clapped a hand against the hood, leaning in to get a look at me over the door. “Damn, don’t tell me th