Romance: Zach (A College Bad Boy Romance)

by White, Jane S.

  Mientras que él quería ir tras ella y tire de ella en sus brazos de nuevo, el olor de su perfume seductor, una vez más, él sabía que no podría. Ella quería estar solo y ella tenía todo el derecho a una decisión de esa índole, después de lo que había pasado . Él le daría un tiempo y antes de que regresaría a él. Sebastián se aferraron a esta esperanza como ella subió por las escaleras y la puerta frontal de golpe detrás de ella, finalizando su traslado fuera de su vida.

  Como Lydia andando a su casa, sus pensamientos estaban demasiado que soportar. Ambos Aarón y Sebastian ahora eran desconocidos para ella. Uno de ellos declaró ser un ángel, mientras que el otro parece ser un demonio. Era un confuso dilema quedó atascado en ella y ella no sabía cómo comenzar a desenmarañar la cosa entera.

  Eventualmente, a medida que esa turbulencia agobiados, ella logró hacer su camino de regreso a casa. Su puerta fue desbloqueado y su sala fue destruida, pero ella por todo esto escalonadas en búsqueda de su cama. Abarquillado, ella consiguió bajo las cubiertas, tratando de olvidarse de todo. Ella cerró los ojos, esperando para volver a un mundo de lo natural y no lo sobrenatural.

  Pero como se sentó allí, su mente trabajó doble tiempo, recordándole de toda la confianza y la fidelidad, ella había puesto en el pueblo de su vida. Sería difícil obtener más de esto. Suspirando, se levantó, mirando alrededor, intentando encontrar algo para consolarla, pero no vio nada en su habitación. En su lugar, todo parecía burlarse de ella, dándole una mirada fría. Ella temblaron y relajado hacia abajo, envolviendo la manta alrededor de ella.

  Ella pronto se levantó, y tomando la manta con ella, entrando en la cocina. Quizás algunos alimentos le podría ayudar. Buscaba algo para preparar, pero nada parecía apetitosa en su estado. Ella sabía que tenía que ser esta malsana hacia abajo sobre lo que había sucedido, pero ¿cómo fue que ella reaccione a la cosa entera? La gente que había invocado la mayoría ya había destruido su confianza y fue dejada sin nadie que caiga sobre el.

  Ella podría llamar a Victoria, pero si ella relató lo que había sucedido, seguramente su amiga hacía pensar que estaba loco. Ella suspiró, decidiendo en contra de ella, antes de pasar a la sala y acurrucarse en su sofá. Ella no me molesté ni siquiera encender el televisor, en su lugar, ella miró fijamente la pantalla en blanco como si le ayudaría a resolver sus problemas. Por supuesto, no lo hizo.

  Como ella finalmente salió de su trance, ella notó algo. Sus ojos se mueven a la izquierda y ella retrocedieron hacia atrás como ella vio a un hombre de pie allí. Miró extrañamente familiar, aunque ella podría haber jurado, ella nunca lo había visto antes. Como sus ojos bloqueados, ella finalmente hizo la conexión. Este hombre parecía Sebastian. Un pariente tal vez.

  "Wh… ¿quién es usted? ¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" Lydia balbuceó, de no querer tratar con otro evento agitado, después de su ya día inigualable.

  "Yo soy alguien llegará a conocer muy bien…" Él grinned suavemente, acercándose a la chica que se alejaba . "Tengo un especial interés en usted," Él sonrió socarronamente, alcanzando hacia adelante y agarrando su brazo. Lydia intentó demoler, pero su agarre es increíblemente fuerte.

  "me dejó ir!" Ella gritó, tratando de luchar contra su camino fuera de otra situación. El hombre, sin embargo, mantiene el agarre sobre ella, sus ojos ardiendo con un mal fuego. Ella sentía desesperada para escaparse como una sensación de doom se posó sobre ella, haciéndola temblar.

  "dejar ir!" Ella gritó, frantic ahora como el hombre movido aún más cerca. Vestía bien y espera con calma como la agarró el otro brazo, tirando de sus duramente en una posición permanente.

  "Vamos a tener un montón de diversión queridos", le susurró su lengua en su oreja, lamiendo, haciendo de ella la cringe. "mucho más divertido que mi hermano jamás podría darle." Su voz era sensual y tentador como él sus labios recorrer su cuello, abajo a su clavícula, acercándose a su pecho.

  "W… ¿Quién es tu hermano?" pregunta, conociendo ya la respuesta.

  "Tsk… tsk… usted ya sabe." Él sonrió socarronamente, itinerancia de sus manos sobre su cuerpo, haciendo que su piel se arrastran. "Pero yo le abrirá los ojos y le mostrará el verdadero mundo de mi pueblo. Voy a mostrarle al mundo de pecado y deseo de Sebastian nunca hicieron." Sus manos viajaron hacia abajo, como sus brazos se envolvían en torno a ella como una especie de serpiente que querían obligar la vida fuera de ella. Como el hombre se inclinó hacia abajo, besó a su cuello, morder fuertemente hacia abajo, como una víbora a punto de matar a su presa.

  Lydia cerró sus ojos a la sensación, sin saber qué hacer, como los dientes del hombre hundido en su carne, recordándole de hiedra. Fue este hombre de la misma raza? No obstante, ella no tenía tiempo para pensar en cosas como ella abrió sus ojos, no ya en su sala de estar.

  " Bienvenido al infierno".

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  Initiation

  The Brighton Elites

  An Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Series: Book 1

  By: Kayla J. Lynn

  There is also a Spanish version after the English book!

  Initiation

  Chapter 1

  Lila

  .…His fingers were like fire branding her skin, she sighed, loving the way he touched her. It was always this way, but not like it was with him. No, her latest conquest was special. She glanced up as he moved above her, his mouth now moving to delicately kiss the areas where his hands had only seconds before been. She felt her body respond to him, out of her control, and she arched up as his tongue delved into her navel, then trailed kisses slowly down the flat planes of her stomach. She felt him move lower, and lower still until she subconsciously put her hands in his hair guiding him. Her body ached deep to the core in her want of him.

  Even now, as she felt him move lower and lower she was still unprepared for the shock of the heat of his mouth as he kissed her most sensitive areas. She felt her body tremble ever so slightly, as he deftly slid his hands under her, pulling her womanhood closer to his waiting mouth. In her fevered state she would have said yes to anything, given him anything. She looked at him, his eyes finding hers for a moment, the easy smile quickly crossing his face just before his head made its descent once more, and she moaned with his movements. She wanted him in a way she was not used to. She had always been in control.

  Control, after all, was power, something she had learned the hard way in her life. She would have to be careful to not get too lost in this one. She licked her lips as she pulled up on his head, guiding his mouth to hers. Yes, she was still in control, even if he didn’t know it. She felt the hardness of his arms on either side of her, as he moved to lower himself onto her petite frame. She felt her nipples harden even more in anticipation as the roughness of his chest pressed into hers. Her eyes closed as he kissed and nipped down the length of her. She whimpered as his mouth found the hardened pebble of first one nipple and then the other. He moved to focus on one at a time, taking an agonizing amount of time to flick his tongue across it, then gently blowing air on it, making the pink tips stand up for him. She loved the rough feel of his tongue as he drug is slowly across it back and forth and then sucked hard, popping it into his mouth and suckling even harder. He was almost too good in his assault on her body. She wanted more, so much more. She pushed him up until he was hovering above her, a wicked smile on his face.

  “Show me.” She demanded of him.

  He did as she asked unleashing his engorged manhood, the length of him more than she could wrap in one hand. Yes, she had most certainly chosen well this time. He grabbed her hand moving towards him and
wrapping her hand around the shaft of him. She felt it throbbing in her hand and moved along the length of him, savoring his intake of breath as a small victory. Her win was short lived, however, as she heard a deep growl only seconds before he pulled her legs up quickly and buried his entire length deep within her.

  She gasped from the sudden onslaught of him. There was no time to react as he moved again, this time pushing into her even deeper. She was full of him, and she loved it. He pushed her knees further up towards her face as he began to move within her, achingly. She was powerless to move, to help, no she was forced to take whatever he gave her. The movements were slow at first, but she felt him shudder as he moved faster and faster still. Lost in her own world, her focus was solely on the magic he was spinning throughout her body. Every nerve ending was on fire and she grasped the edges of the bed in an attempt to meet him thrust for thrust. He moved and shifted her then until she was on one side. Moving behind her, gently probing, he slid easily into the wet heat of her. She arched her back against him now, giving him as much as he was giving her. The flush of her skin was apparent as she began the climb towards that ultimate peak. His hand moved towards her as he grasped one of her luscious globes in his hands pinching the nipple once more as he thrust into her harder and faster. She moaned low and deep as she climbed higher and higher, the point of no return within her grasp….

  Lila frowned, pausing to read over the last thing she had written. She leaned back in her chair, lost in thought for a moment, tapping her finger on her chin. The woman seemed to be enjoying the attentions of the male character, but it felt like something was missing. The character in question was one she was all too familiar with. Her name was Veronica Madsen. Lila had created her years ago when she had first started writing. One mysterious stranger after another until Veronica had finally met her match. Now, the readers expected more, more excitement more erotic trysts between Veronica and her lover. Lila pushed the glasses back up on her nose, tapping the keyboard as she thought. It wasn’t as though she had anything to draw from in her own experiences, which certainly didn’t help with the scene at hand. At 25 she was a virgin. Not necessarily by choice, but perhaps more by circumstance. Her mother had a tendency to need her, and Lila knew that family was more important than anything. When her father had died when she was 16, she had been by her mother’s side, carefully helping to pick up the pieces with her. Since then she had never been the same and Lila had simply never found much time to date, in turn leading to her still intact virtue. She frowned, her mother’s sadness had become something bigger far too quickly. Instead of focusing on the things most girls her age were, Lila had done a lot of reading, and in turn found that she had quite a knack for writing.

  It had started as a hobby, but over time she had actually become very popular with the online publishing company that she worked with. Of course she wrote under a pseudo name. Lonna Jefferies. It almost made her laugh even now reading such an absurd name. She had taken her mother’s maiden name and the Lonna, well it had come from one of her early readings about erotica. She had been so fascinated with the story the name had stuck with her. When the company had asked for her name, it had simply popped out of her mouth, and now it was a part of her. With a shake of her head, she went back to writing, her goal to at least finish this scene before wrapping up for the night.

  She finished it quickly, almost methodically, and made her way into the shower. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror she paused to take a closer look. At 25 she was still young, though the bun of messy hair and sweats made her seem much older than her years. She peered closer scrunching up her nose at the bothersome freckles that were scattered across her nose. Somehow she felt like a child when she saw them. Her eyes were almost turquoise, and big, framed in long lashes. More than once she had been told they were her best asset, from the few guys she had dated anyway. That and the dimple in her left cheek which she did her best to hide. There was no real reason, aside from wanting to be taken seriously, and a freckled, glass wearing dimple faced woman rarely ever was. She took off her glasses and took down her long mane of silky hair. It was almost more trouble than it was worth, but her mother had always loved brushing her golden brown tresses as a child, and on one of her bad days she would do it even now. She thought about her mother, and the nursing home she was in now. The thought never settled well with her, but there had been no other options. Her dementia had slipped in quickly, and Lila had no choice but to find a place where she could be safe, and cared for. Most of the time when she went home to visit, her mother would smile and they would talk about her childhood as if it were current events. Other times, her mother would ask her when she was getting married and giving her some grandbabies. Either way the one thing that was certain was that she would always ask about her husband, and Lila’s father, her true love as she would often refer to him, and when he would be home. Lila would often leave feeling as though she had lost both of her parents, but each time she would be hopeful that she would have just a little more time with her smiling face. Stretching, she padded her way into her bedroom, still lost in thought. Tomorrow she had to be at work bright and early, and she was both worried and excited. Brighton Academy was not just an opportunity for her, it was life changing. It was no secret that she had been lucky to even be offered the position. Her biggest concern and apprehensive was about fitting in there as a teacher's assistant. It was well known that the academy hosted some of the world’s top grossing families in the world, and there was no shortage of condescension and hierarchy amongst the students. Or the faculty for that matter. As she made her way through college she had done her research, and if she wanted to get a better job, and make more money for her and her mother she needed some time at Brighton. Having that on her resume was almost like winning a golden ticket. She settled into bed, still lost in thought about the day ahead. Although money certainly didn’t make anyone a better person, she would have to learn to integrate herself into that world if she wanted her resume to shine from her time there. If her father were alive he would tell her to just be herself, and somehow, just thinking that put her at ease. She missed him terribly, even now. He had been her comfort and had always helped her figure out what she needed to do next in every situation. She had been doing her best to think about what advice he would give her and she fell into a fitful sleep with a smile on her face.

  Chapter 2

  Eric

  There were days, quite a few if he were being honest with himself, that he simply found some of the people who attended Brighton, distasteful. He looked down out of the tower and watched as the new class of students filing into the building. It was easy to tell who were upper classmen, and the people who were new. The brightness and flashiness of Brighton was something that took some adjusting. He, himself had been there from a very early age, typically by his father’s side. Once he was old enough he had become a student, just like everyone else. Now, just like his friends, he was an integral part of how the school ran, a responsibility passed down one generation to the next.

  Responsibility wasn’t the issue, no he loved it, despite being the quietist of his friends. He just felt as though he should do more with his life than this. At 26 he only had a few semesters left towards his doctorate and then he may want to branch out, and do more. He could read the faces of the people in the lobby, the rich boys and girls who never appreciated anything they were given. At some level he was one of them, the difference in that he always appreciated everything his parents had passed down to him, never once assuming the wealth would always be there. Money was too temperamental, too easy to lose. No, he wanted to take care of himself, be his own man. He took a sip of the amber liquid in his glass. His father was set on him taking over the family business, he would have to be delicate when he told him what he really wanted. He sat down his glass and made his way to the door of his office, bracing himself before stepping out into the myriad of people. He smoothed back his dark blond hair once more, adjusting his glasses before he went
out to greet the students starting this year.

  The first few days at the academy were always hectic for everyone. There was a smile on his face now as he approached the lecture hall to give the much needed, welcome to the school. As he went into the room he felt eyes on him, which didn’t bother him in the least. Confidence was something he had earned, and he was just fine being the one chosen for this responsibility. His glance around the room gave him enough understanding of the crowd this time. Some of the students were eager to learn, some excited just to be invited to study, while others… well some just felt a sense of entitlement.

  He did his usual song and dance about the academy and its history. Much like a typical college campus the academy stretched over a huge parcel of land originally purchased 150 years ago by four families. The Montgomery’s, the most prestigious, The Chancellors, his own family, The Randell’s, and lastly The Bolton’s. The school was unlike any other in the country boasting only the best of the best, in both student body and educator. The main part of the campus was a monstrous building split into two halves with both an upper and lower level connected by a glass atrium walkway, and elevators which led to two more extensions which all hosted their own departments. The students were grouped into houses, based on their curriculum and both lived and studies in their own massive wings of the school.

  The focus of the school was to take most talented and gifted children up and beyond a typical education. Those who attended Brighton were guaranteed to find themselves in the top of their field, thus extending and assuring the wealth of the families they belonged to. Once assigned to a wing the students were registered with a retinal and fingerprint scan which allowed them access to their wing, and the main locations on campus. This kept everyone accountable for their own actions and eliminated much of the security stress found on other school campus’. The orientation went on to explain the importance of respect, to each other and the professors who will be imparting to them knowledge they would not be so privileged to learn in other places.