FOR YOU | ✎

"Look at him like that again," he growls against my ear, "and I'll fuck you right here."

I blink, stunned, my laugh catching in my throat. I don't even get the chance to turn around before he's already gripping my wrist, dragging me through the crowd like he owns me.

We stumble into the nearest room, the door slamming shut behind us. The bass from the party pulses through the wall. Not the only thing that's pulsing.

He backs me into the wall in seconds. One hand around my throat. The other pinning both my wrists above my head.

"Do you like making me jealous?" he asks, head tilting, voice low and lethal. "Is that it?"

I scoff. "Bold of you to assume I'd do anything for you. You're even more full of yourself than I thought."

He smirks. "You didn't answer my question."

His knee parts my legs without warning, his thigh slotting between mine, lifting me just enough to feel the pressure. My body betrays me as I grind against his thigh. He watches me like he sees right through me.

"I saw the way you touched his arm," he whispers. "That little laugh. Those eyes."

"You're insane."

"Conceivably." He leans in. His breath hits my lips. "But you're wet for me. Not him."

He smirks against my lips and my breath gets caught in my throat along with whatever retort I came up with when he pushes my panties to the side and slides a finger over my wetness.

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They were two sides of the same coin. Flawless on the surface. Jagged underneath.

Amalia Alvarado is the girl everyone either worships or hopes will fall. Gorgeous, brilliant, untouchable.
Damon Romano is the school's golden boy. Top of his class. Captain of the co-ed basketball team. Ego in designer shoes. Everyone wants him, but no one knows him.
They were raised to hate each other, their families locked in a silent war.
Now they're benchmates. Project partners. Stuck together.
And as secrets start to unravel, how do you survive a legacy built to destroy you both?