He's trapped me in his sights.
Waiting to consume me.
He wants to awaken the darkness inside me.
Possess it and own me.
Damon West is bad news.
He might appear charming on the outside.
But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...
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Ace is infuriating.
The most annoying part is that I didn't see him coming. I was so focused on the princess that I didn't see him sneak up on us.
I was making the first move. I had her in my sights during the whole class. Now she's going to his fucking party.
I didn't pay any attention to the teacher at all—not that I needed to. My grades are the best in the class. Something I don't even try at. I'm a king for a reason.
My sole focus was on her.
Jessica.
Why do I like her fucking name so much?
I'll win. Fuck Ace and his constant parties. I saw the way her eyes went wide when she recognized me. I make that little minx nervous, good.
I hate the way she calls Ace "Lover Boy." What is that shit? I'll purge that name right out from her. The only name that will be coming from her lips is mine.
Why am I even having these thoughts? She's stirring emotions in me that I don't even recognize, and I don't even know her. All I know is that I want her. And I want her nowhere near Ace. I'll win like I always do.
I stride towards the car park, intending to find Ace and give him hell for no reason. In my mind, he deserves it for being a charming prick. He can charm anyone but her.
I only made the bet because I knew I would win, but it would seem they are already on a pet-name basis. Not any fucking more.
Jessica and her closeness blinded me. Her scent was all strawberries. I didn't even like that smell, but it was fucking intoxicating on her.
I was over my head with irrational feelings and thoughts, and I hadn't controlled them. My mask slipped when I told Ace she was busy. A mistake I won't make again.
Did I think she would agree with me? No. But the wild look in her gaze when I said it was worth it. She's feeling cornered, and that's exactly where I want her to be.
I wanted her eyes back on me like they had been last night.
She looked so innocent.
So breakable.
So fucking fragile.
I want to know more about her. Dig my claws so far under her skin that all she will feel is me. All she will think about is me.
I need to know more about that scar on her forehead. It's fucking beautiful.
I can sense a sadness deep inside her, and it's calling to me. It's begging me to bring it to the surface, to possess it, to own it, to free it.
I make it out through the main doors and stop dead in my tracks.
