"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you."
In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with his warmth. The sensation of his skin against mine was like a fire, and my pussy throbbed, ignited with desire.
I was stirred by the Devil's touch. I was twistedly aroused by the Devil.
***
Silent Rivers. Silent Tears. Roaring Courage.
In the tranquil town of LarksVille, a web of deceit, cruelty, and hidden wounds lies hidden. Anastasia, a brilliant and determined college student, becomes an unlikely saviour as she exposes tormentors who have terrorized Preston University for too long.
Beneath the idyllic surface of this small, close-knit community, Anastasia peels back layers of secrets, betrayal, and long-held grudges, uncovering a haunting history of bullying that has shattered lives and left scars both seen and unseen.
But when suddenly the hunter becomes the prey, who's going to save the hunter?
They have only one clue. A common pattern. A cryptic message, "Devil."
With every revelation, Anastasia inches closer to the truth, but she also draws nearer to the shadows that threaten to consume her.
Yet, as Ana navigates through the complexities of justice, she finds herself entangled in a chilling game. A stalker, equally compelling and dangerously enigmatic, emerges from the shadows. Despite the alluring warmth of Lorenzo, Ana remains haunted by the chilling presence of the Devil, her relentless and fearsome stalker.
Who is the "Devil"? A psycho killer with a mind of intelligence or a victim seeking revenge?
If so, then who's next?
As Anastasia finally confronts the darkness lurking in her community, another web of truth thrives. "The ending is only the beginning."
"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over."
I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that.
I fell apart.
*******
Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder.
I'd seen and done it all.
And not willingly.
So I left.
I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over.
Clean slate. New people. New me.
But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me.
And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in.
But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did.
My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged.
But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win.
Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.