Page 3 of Seductive Sadist

We kick off the ball. It goes deep into the end zone. One of the receivers runs the ball out like an asshat and is tackled at the five-yard line. I lead the offensive line to the field and get into position to call the play.

The ball comes flying at me. On the first play, the running back is stuffed behind the line and we lose two yards. My jaw tightens and I bite down hard on my mouth guard.

“Did you really think you were gonna get away with it?”

I push the ominous voice to the back of my mind and call the second play. Fucking guy gets stuffed again and we lose another two yards.

Third down and thirteen yards to go.

A bloody and bruised face flashes in front of my eyes. I blink fast to clear my vision, but the toxic memories assault my brain.

“You picked the wrong people to fuck over.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Coach Reeves screaming from the sidelines. I can’t hear him, but his face and the tips of his ears are bright red.

If looks could kill… fuck. We’d all be screwed.

I take a deep breath.

“You know what we do to scumbags like you? Scumbags who are stupid enough to think they can beat us?”

I call a shotgun pass in the end zone, my voice loud and strong. But it’s not enough to drown out the other voices in my head.

The ball is snapped. My head jerks right, fingers digging into the ball. Nobody is open. All of my receivers are covered.

I twist left, and the one thing I see before the defensive tackle blasts me is Kylian’s face.

My best friend.

The guy who’s supposed to have my blind side.

The same guy who just let the defensive tackle pummel me to the ground.

“You made your bed.”

A rush of breath explodes from my lungs as he drives his chest into me. My body flies sideways, airborne before I crash headfirst into the turf. Sounds fade to white noise around me. Bright lights blur into blobs of color, flashing in front of my eyes. I stare up at the dusky night sky, into the panicked faces of my teammates, seeing their lips move but not hearing a damn thing.

“Now you’re gonna die in it.”

Chapter1

Skyla

TEN MONTHS LATER

“Cheers, bitches. Tonight is our last night together before we go back to school. Let’s make it count!”

Tequila splashes over the rim of my shot glass when Riley clinks my glass a little bit too hard. I force my lips to form a tight smile before glancing down at the top of my dress. A big wet blotch sits right on top of my boobs.

“Sorry about that, Sky. I guess I got a little overeager.” Riley flashes me the fakest smile. My fist itches to crack her in the jaw.

She is seriously such an asshole. I don’t know why my sister Laney picked her, of all people, to be friends with.

Laney puts her hands on my shoulders and turns me toward her. With a critical eye, she checks out the damage. “Luckily, we didn’t go for the Jägermeister shots. Tequila is clear. It’ll dry in no time.” With a bright smile, she gives my arms a squeeze. “You’re still gorgeous. And if anything, it’ll draw the guys’ eyes to your fabulous boobs.”

She always looks for the silver lining. It’s one of the many reasons why she’s so amazing.

My sister is the exact opposite of Riley. She always has sweet, encouraging words, a warm smile, and the kind of electric aura that pulls guys like a magnet to steel. Not to mention that she’s stunningly beautiful and smart as a whip.

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