Cruel Intentions

Emelia Schmidt made a pact with herself that as the new transfer, she's going to stay the hell away from the Rich Crew-three powerful, handsome, and (obviously) the richest men in Hilliard Private School. She's had enough drama in this lifetime and wants nothing more than peace and tranquility.

What she doesn't expect?

That one of them from the Rich Crew caught hold of her and would do anything to make her his to own. No, he already has it in his mind that she was his to own, fuck, and possess in every way possible.

She's just not getting it yet.

Flynn Rixon owns the school and he knows it. The reckless bad boy. The unattainable playboy. The richest person that can have anything with a snap of his finger.

All except for Emelia who already labeled him like everyone else has. He doesn't blame her, but there's no way he'll give up without a fight because there's something about her that draws him in.

And he's determined to do everything in his power to make her his, whether she likes it or not. All he has to do is get the feisty girl to bend to him by bullying her into submission.

And because she's his bitch, she'll do it.

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"Please," I whimpered.

"Please what? Use your word, sweetheart," he snarled into my ears.

"I want you to fuck me."

"I am already, aren't I?" he asked, a sickening smile on his face.

"Harder," I begged. "Rougher, like you hate me."

"I could never hate you. However, I can use you like a slut. You want me to use you?" he asked, his hand wrapping around my neck. "Like you're my bitch?"

I could only nod. "I want you to fuck me like I'm nothing but a dirty, easy slut. Use my body like I'm a fuck toy. Like my only usage in life is to please you. Like your fucking bitch."