Title: Rowdy Boy
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Bully Romance
Rude boys play best.
I’ve always known how to make girls fall to their knees.
When I open my mouth and play my music, they line up to scream my name.
Cole Travis, rock star and high school legend.
Fans beg me for a dirty smile and a filthy kiss.
And I give them everything they could ever want.
All these years, I thought it was enough.
Monica Romero, the new girl whose wistful eyes hide a closed-off heart.
A heart I know belongs to me but one I can never have.
She doesn’t know me.
Not even my name.
But she will remember me…
Because if I can’t have her…
No one will.
Rowdy Boy is a New Adult/High School Bully Romance standalone novel by New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Clarissa Wild, part of the Black Mountain Academy Anthology Series.
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Her chest rises and falls as she gasps.
She and I both know there’s no other way out of this.
If she runs off with what she knows, she could destroy us. Me.
And I won’t let that happen.
This band and its reputation are everything, and I cannot let anyone jeopardize that. Not even her.
My fingers slide down her chest, which rises and falls faster than before.
“Don’t be scared,” I whisper. “I won’t hurt you.”
She stares at me, her eyes seeping with hatred, hate for her own fear, hate for me … hate for what she feels when I touch her. I can tell from the way her body flinches every time my hand slides across her body, every time my lips come close to her skin.
I lean away and look at the beauty that stands before me.
Her eyes close, almost as if she’s expecting me to hurt her.
When both my hands touch the bare skin right near her chest, her eyes burst open, and she sucks in a breath.
I don’t take my eyes off hers, and neither does she, as I slide my hands down across her tits and into her nightgown.
The top tears open like it was easy, the fabric parting to reveal more of her skin. The mere sight of her naked skin rouses me and makes the devil inside me hungry for more. And I don’t stop … I keep tearing through her nightgown until it’s completely ripped all the way to her belly button. Until the fabric falls off her shoulders and her ample tits are revealed.
Her nipples peak from the cold, and my mouth waters at the thought of sucking them until she moans out loud. And my eyes can’t help but consume every inch of her flesh like a goddamn animal. She’s beautiful, naked, and vulnerable, like an empty canvas waiting to be painted on.
A smug grin spreads on my face. “So many secrets … I can’t wait to uncover.”
She stays in place, head tilted proudly upward, as she glares down at me with scorn. Beads of sweat roll down between her crevice, and I pick one up with my index finger and bring it to my lips. My tongue darts out to lick it off, and she can’t stop watching my every move, her lips parting right as my tongue slides off the tip.
I know she wants it. She only needs to ask.
But that part … we’ll get to it later.
I part her nightgown farther until it completely falls off and onto the floor. What’s left is Monica in purple undies with frills near her thighs. So innocent … yet so sinful. Almost as if she’s trying to hide that part about her that’s begging to be released.
And I want nothing more than to loop my fingers into each of those frills and tear them loose, one by one.
I step closer until I tower over her, her eyes following mine wherever I go. I know she wants to see me. The real me. In all its corrupt, ugly glory.
My finger slips underneath her panties, right where her pussy is, and she swallows hard.
The flimsy panties tumble to the floor, her resolve faltering by the second. And I lean in so close that our lips almost touch.
At that moment, I want nothing more than to own her.
I want her so much that I can’t stop myself from planting my lips on hers and stealing a kiss. A desperate, greedy, insatiable kiss. One that makes me want to groan and shove her against the wall and do wicked, dirty things to her body until she screams my name.
I fucking want her to be mine, but she can’t.
She can’t be mine …
Because I would break whatever barrier she’s built around her heart and smash everything to pieces.
My lips tear away from hers. I can almost taste the fear.
Fear … of me. Of what I’ve done, what I’ve become … what I could do to her.
Clarissa Wild is a Dutch New York Times & USA Today and Top 20 Amazon Bestselling author with ASD (Asperger’s Syndrome), who was born and raised in the Netherlands. She loves to write Dark Romance and Contemporary Romance novels featuring dangerous men and feisty women. Her other loves include her hilarious husband, her cutie pie son, her two crazy but cute dogs, and her ninja cat that sometimes thinks he’s a dog too. In her free time, she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, playing video games, and cooking up some delicious meals.
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