Model: Carlos Alonso
Photographer: Rafa G. Catala
To the world, she’s known as Henley Greene.
To me, she’s a little doll— a toy to be played with and tossed to the side once no longer wanted.
She will pay for her betrayal however I deem necessary.
Imagine living in a constant nightmare where you have no control. Running from someone or something, you can hear him getting closer and feel his breath on your neck. You know that no matter what you do, he’s going to get you.
He will win.
But I don’t have just one. I have four.
Ryan Scout, Van Rellik, Dax Monroe, and Grayson Law are the Reapers of Westbrook High, my ex-best friends, and now my biggest enemies. They run the school and own this town. They want nothing more than to make me pay for what I saw that night at Death Valley. A sick and twisted game that leaves me dirty and bruised with torn clothing.
So how did I fall in love with one?
I was raised to fear the dark side, but he showed me it was in the dark where the truth came to light. He played with me until my body craved his touch. I was going to prove I could be his most trusted servant in every form of the word. Whether kneeling before him or lying on my back, my sole purpose in life was to be his.
But when you’re a toy everyone likes to play with, you’re bound to end up broken.
Make You Beg: A Dark Bully Romance was previously published in the Bully Me: Class of 2020 Anthology but has now been reworked and expanded into a new full-length story.
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“Deliciously dark, steamy, and full of suspenseful twists and turns, this book kept me up ALL NIGHT. ” Siobhan Davis. USA Today bestselling author
Excerpt:
Henley
I look out my passenger window and spot the four guys I want to avoid for the rest of my life. The Grim Reapers. AKA Reapers.
Each one of their cars is backed in, side by side, in the front row. They’re all the same color--flat black with blacked-out windows and wheels to match--intimidating just like them.
All four gather around Ryan Scout’s Bugatti Chiron. Girls crowd around them as though they’re all members of a rock band, and they have to suck their dicks to get backstage. One even stands between Dax’s parted legs, and he’s got his hands on her hip.
Fear sets into my bones like the weight of an anchor sinking in the ocean, pulling me down once again. I grip the steering wheel and drop my head. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “I can do this,” I chant.
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