Page 32 of Rockwell Academy: The Twist

“That you want to fuck me, I guess.”

Her statement was designed to shock, and it only makes me like her more and I throw back, “Correct.”

She stops and stares at me with shock and the blush on her face glows in the darkness.

“Are you always so direct?”

“Are you?”

We round the corner from The Elusive House and she licks her lips and whispers, “What if I said okay?”

“Then we fuck.” I shrug. “But I’m guessing your statement was designed more to shock than anything else, and I’m okay with that.”

“You’re okay with that?” She raises her eyes. “Do you really believe I’d fuck a stranger on my way home from a party? Are you mad?”

“As I said, I never expected you to follow through with your statement because?—”

I spin her around, catching her off guard and pull her tight against my chest, my hand fisting her hair as I anchor her head millimeters from my face and growl, “If you did, I wouldn’t be interested anyway because the fun is in the chase and I’m good at that.”

Before she can reply, I crush my lips to hers, bruising, dominating, claiming. Her moan escapes into my mouth as she kisses me back with a hunger that doesn’t surprise me. We are a match and I knew that the moment she piped up in the hallway where I first set eyes on her.

There is no one who interests me more than this queen and I will play the game before cashing in my winnings because, despite the obstacles in our way, Summer Majerio and Luca Romano will be lovers before the semester is done.

15

SUMMER

It’s the first day of college and as I walk with Imogen to our first period, I’m not my usual confident self.

“What time did you get in last night?” She asks me innocently and I shrug.

“Not long after you. I found my phone and left soon after.”

I’m saying nothing about my encounter with Luca. It’s best that way because Frankie would be on the warpath if he knew we even kissed last night.

As soon as we reached Willow Tree House, I left him standing and raced inside. His lips still burning on mine long into the night. He starred in my nightmares and confused my mind because I never expected to encounter a guy like him at Rockwell flaming Academy. I wanted to try my luck with a jock for once. Be an honorary cheerleader and live the whole college dream.

Not him.

Not a mirror image of my brother, cousins, and every damn man I have ever known.

He is wrong. I don’t want that.

I want a cute guy with muscles who works out a lot. Chugs beer and catches movies. Somebody uncomplicated who makes me feel safe. Not a man like Luca Romano.

Not my biggest nightmare.

We headinto math and he is the first person I see, sitting at the back beside a guy I’ve never seen in my life.

He ignores me completely and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

I hate how my blood ran hot and my legs weakened when I saw him looking so desirably wicked as he scowled at the back of the room. He is wearing a black shirt with jeans and a black leather jacket, his dark hair framing those deep ebony eyes, a silver chain tossed around his neck, accompanied by silver rings on his fingers. I noted the tattoo of an angel’s wings on his hand when he returned my phone and I don’t believe I have ever been so attracted to anyone as I am Luca Romano.

It appears I’m not the only one.

I don’t miss the open gazes of adulation many of my fellow classmates are directing his way and my breath hitches when he rakes his fingers through that tousled hair. I try to forget how his lips burned on mine and how hard his chest felt against me, promising a delightful experience for my hands.

In one conversation and one act, he has ruined my chances with anyone else because fuck the jocks, they are nothing compared to him and that is why I’m in the shittiest mood of my life right now. I was right. My life sucks.

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