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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Keep Reading
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty-One
  25. Twenty-Two
  26. Twenty-Three
  27. Twenty-Four
  28. Twenty-Five
  29. Twenty-Six
  30. Twenty-Seven
  31. Twenty-Eight
  32. Twenty-Nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty-One
  35. Thirty-Two
  36. Thirty-Three
  37. Thirty-Four
  38. Thirty-Five
  39. Thirty-Six
  40. Thirty-Seven
  41. Thirty-Eight
  42. Thirty-Nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty-One
  45. Forty-Two
  46. Forty-Three
  47. Forty-Four
  48. Forty-Five
  49. Forty-Six
  50. Forty-Seven
  51. Forty-Eight
  52. Forty-Nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty-One
  55. Fifty-Two
  56. Fifty-Three
  57. Fifty-Four
  58. Fifty-Five
  59. Fifty-Six
  60. Fifty-Seven
  61. Fifty-Eight
  62. Fifty-Nine
  63. Sneak Peek
  64. Find Me
  65. Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard
  66. Acknowledgments

“All you have to do is say no, Snitch,” I repeated.

She licked pouty lips, and her kiss slammed back into me. The husky way she’d whispered please stuck on a loop inside my chest.

I can’t. Fucking. Stop. Thinking about kissing her. Couldn’t get the memory of her breath off my lips. How she’d gripped me. Begged me.

But that memory should’ve been Lottie, and for that, I hated her.

“You can’t, can you?” I asked, voice rougher than I’d intended.

Snitch tugged her lower lip between her teeth, and her walnut-size eyes met mine. Fuck, she had a problem with that. For a moment, I let her. They were the most intense shade of hazel I’d ever seen, a stony, mossy green that reminded me of forest floors. In them I saw need blazing back at me that said she’d let me do anything to her.

Still, I stepped off. As far as I was concerned, silence meant no. I ran a hand through my hair, tangling it in the way my mother hated, yet had landed me on the front of many magazines.

“You of all people should know how important this night is,” she said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have waited. I don’t know why you want to waste it on me, but I’m…I’m not going to lose it with someone who doesn’t love me.” She looked away this time, eyes glittering.

Important? I flexed my fingers in and out of a fist. What fucking fairy tale was this girl living in?

“If it’s so important, then why would I fuck you?” I countered. “You’re shit. You’re nothing. This night? It means nothing.”

A wrinkle formed between her brows and she tugged on the sleeves of her ridiculous dress. Who dresses like that? Floor length, with a collar up to the neck, and long sleeves. She was like a fucking nun.

“In your world, virginity is something you lose on a prom night.” I trailed my finger along the lace at her throat, pulling at the collar at her neck, simultaneously bringing air to her breasts and choking her. “Let’s be clear, the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done, would wreck you.”

My lips were at her cheek, breath ghosting the flesh, when I saw it—the mark, the bruise forming on her neck from my lips.

I want you to bite me harder.

I should’ve known then it wasn’t Lottie I was kissing. Lottie would never ask for that. But I wanted it to be her. Maybe that was why I ignored the signs.

Now Snitch had my mark on her.