Page 3 of Born Sinner
Already planning my exit strategy, I glance over my shoulder to find Troy pressed way too close, his hooded gaze slowly sliding down my body.
Additional note to self:American men are also transparent as fuck.
Once he finally manages to look me in the eyes, he flashes a wide smile. I’ll give him full marks for effort, but it’s anything but sincere. Those perfect white teeth might as well end in two sharp points.
“That dress should come with a warning sign,” he notes, trailing the back of his knuckles all the way down my arm to my wrist.
Lifting my chin, I blow a steady line of smoke right in his face. “It does: ‘off-limits.’”
Those blond eyebrows raise toward a perfectly styled blond hairline. It’s obvious he’s confused as to why I’m not already on my knees sucking his dick—just like every other female at this party wants to.
The seething hatred coming from all four corners of the room is hot enough to spark a fire. There are at least half a dozen girls here willing to sell their souls to be me right now.
All because Troy Davis is a trophy dick.
Even with my short amount of time on campus, I know every facet of theunwritten rule: if given the opportunity to spread your legs for the star quarterback, you don’t ask questions. You do it, then wear it as a badge of honor.
Maybe if I were any other girl.
I down half my rum and Coke, my gaze wandering over Troy’s shoulder. Like a magnet, it settles back on that wall…and onhim.
Sam Colton.
My brain spins a hundred different reasons as to why I should look away, but I don’t. Instead, I memorize every strand of that messy dark hair and every inch of those tribal tattoos licking up his neck.
And if he were any other boy…
One I haven’t been warned to stay away from with no explanation as to why...
I’m ripped away from Sam’s cold stare as Troy winds his arm around my waist and pulls me against his chest. “Come on, don’t be like that, María. I’m just being friendly.”
Pinche sangrón.I clench my jaw, caging the insult behind my lips.
You’re not royalty here, Lola.
You’re a wide-eyed college student.
Just like the herd of half-drunk coeds standing in front of me. The ones winking at Troy’s arm and giving me a wave of “thumbs up” signs.
Oblivious girls bleeding their naivety all over Sam Colton’s apartment.
Sam…
Flicking a gaze over Troy’s shoulder, I catch him passing a dangerous gaze at us before curling his lip. My hand trembles as I lift the red plastic cup again. I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.
Like I’m a stain on his precious marble flooring.
“Right,” I mutter.
Chuckling, Troy brushes his lips against my ear. “Trust me,” he whispers, tracing his index finger across the back of my hand.
Trust no one.
No one is your friend, cielito. They’re only an enemy in waiting.
Suspect everyone.
Everyone is a snake. Some are just better at shedding their skin.
