Mr. Heartbreaker: Black Mountain Academy

“There’s something you haven’t planned on, Angel,” he whispers.

And this feels so erotic that I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I’m wet, I know it and he knows it. My entire body feels electrified. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Before Mike, I know I’ve never been this attracted to another person. He’s flipped my world upside down and even though I know there’s no way this can work – there’s no way I could ever fit in his world, or him in mine – I want him. I want to pretend that this is normal, that we are normal.

“What’s that?” I ask, my throat dry, my voice scratchy and full of a hunger that I can’t begin to disguise.

“I didn’t much like my world before you came into it and now that you’re here, I don’t plan on letting you go,” he answers, his voice this low growl that’s so sensual it feels like a physical touch.

What he’s saying is crazy, but I don’t have time to think about it, because the next minute his mouth is on mine, his tongue seeking mine as he ravages my mouth, leaving me helpless to do anything but kiss him back.19Mike“Are you still pissed?” I ask, knowing she is. There’s one thing you can say about Violet. When she’s unhappy with you, she doesn’t bother trying to hide it. I like that. I’ve become accustomed to women playing games with me and being sickeningly sweet, even when they’re mad. Violet doesn’t even bother. She is who she is and if you don’t like it, she doesn’t really give a fuck. The only problem is that I really like it.

Probably too much.

“You had no right,” she says, with a heavy breath, looking out the window of my car. She brings her hands up to gather her bangs out of her face, pulling them to the top of her head, as she uses that hold to rub her scalp and then letting the hair go. I love seeing that. I love her thick, long, wavy hair. I love everything about the way Violet looks and who she is. That includes her attitude. The same attitude that tells me if she had a knife right now, I’d be in danger.

I turn my attention back to the road and sigh as I try to figure out the best way to proceed with her. I don’t want to move too fast and push Violet away. Sure, I can keep her under control, but I hate to use the fact that she strips and has lied to the admissions board about where she lives against her.

BMA has a morality clause that every student has to sign along with their guardians. The fact that Violet has not only broken that, but also forged a guardian’s signature and lied about so much would be enough to get her thrown out.

And she would be thrown out.

Black Mountain Academy offers quite a few scholarships; they like to be seen as helping those less fortunate. The truth is, however, if you don’t project the image they want for their school, you’re just out. There’s no gray area with them. The world is black and white, and no leniency is given unless there’s big money greasing the palms of the powers that be. They’d eat Violet alive.

I would rather Violet be with me because she wants to be, not because I’m forcing her every fucking step of the way. It’s a damn blow to a man’s ego. Though, the way I have it figured, mine could stand to be brought down a notch or two.

“It’s a welcome home party for my brother, Vi. Normally, I’d skip Dad’s shit and ignore it. He also wouldn’t give a fuck, because he mostly just tolerates me.”

“Mike—”

“But if there’s one thing my dad and I can agree on, it’s Parker. Parker’s a good guy, so fucking good I’m not sure how he and I are brothers. I sure as hell don’t know how we have the same father. Parker’s having a hard time right now. Last week he was on top of the world. This week that same world has been turned upside down,” I mumble, my hand tightening on the steering wheel in irritation.

“I don’t understand,” she responds, her voice quiet, and I know she’s still pissed. But it’s the first sign I’ve had that she might be softening toward me since I showed up on her doorstep this morning. It’s been four days since I picked her up at her place, pinned her against the wall and kissed the fuck out of her. I’ve kissed her every day since, even this morning. But after she found out why I was there, all thoughts of kissing me flew out the window.

At least where she’s concerned.