Katie

I want him to be my first. I want him to be the one. I want him to be my everything. I didn't expect to spend my 18th birthday stranded in the pouring rain with no way to make it home. I didn't expect to be rescued from the worst night of my life by the most amazing man I'd ever seen. His name is Nick, and he says he wants to take care of me, says he'll look after me, says I don't need to be alone anymore. He treats me like a princess, like the fragile little girl he saved from the cold. But I like him...I like him like that. I've never liked anyone like that before....

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Cullen Ayers wants to make me pay. His torment becomes my life, and I endure every moment because I deserve it. What started as revenge quickly turns into lust. He’s only eighteen, and I should be ashamed of how good this feels when we’re alone, but I can’t help myself. I’m in too deep. I’m starting to discover his family’s secrets go far deeper than I first thought. The more I uncover, the more ways he finds to punish me.

I said no to the one person no one at this school dares to refuse. Now I’m targeted by jealous girls, guys that compete to be the first to “break the prude”, and by him. After one kiss, the king of the school hunts me down like I’m a conquest to win. He’ll have to fight harder than that, because I’m no one’s trophy. They all want a piece of me, but I will not bend or break for them.

I was invisible until I wasn’t. One mistyped number became the catalyst to my hell on earth when I accidentally sent a risqué photo to the blackmail king of Silver Lake High. Now Connor Bishop holds it as a bargaining chip over my head. I’ve become his doll, at his mercy in a corrupt castle.

Rule follower. Straitlaced. Goody-goody. I’m as well-behaved as they get, but then the worst thing ever happened to me...I caught the interest of the bad boy. Wilder isn’t the same guy I idolized when we were kids. He made that clear the day he moved back to Ridgeview. He hunts me, stalks me, surrounds me from all sides. I’m his new favorite plaything. Again. Last year was bad enough, but as graduation looms his claws are in me once more and he refuses to let go. And worst of all? I think I like it.

"Please spank me, Daddy. Please make it hurt". Only a ruthless bastard would make an innocent virgin say those words when she came to him desperate for help, then savor every quiver of her voice as she begs for something so shameful. I didn't even hesitate. I made Keri Esposito's problems go away. Then I made her call me daddy. The image of that little bottom bare over my lap was more than I could resist, and the thought of her kneeling naked at my feet to thank me properly afterwards left me as hard as I've ever been.

Hard times prove who’s a survivor and who’s not. Me? I’m a survivor. The plan was perfect: steal one of his cars for a payout to set us up for life. All while getting back at him for tormenting me from the moment I first stepped foot in stuck-up Silver Lake High School. But he caught me red-handed. What’s worse, a jail sentence or becoming the devil’s favorite toy? My devious monster made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Now I’m selling everything to him. Even my soul.

My whole life, no one has had my back. My parents are dead, my adoptive mother is a drug addict, and the mean girls on campus mock me for my scars. So when I end up desperate for money and out of options, I agree to sell the one thing I have left: my innocence. On the night I’m meant to give my body to a brutal Russian mobster, three men storm into the room like dark shadows and kill him before he can claim me. When they drag me from the blood-soaked bed, I’m certain they’re going to kill me too.

I thought it was a joke. Some pompous high-society game meant to play with the children of the elite. But then people started dying. Including the one who invited me to attend. Now I’m the one they all suspect. Because I have blood on my hands. Their blood.