The Touch of a Villain: An Enemies to Lovers High School Romance (The Boys of Clermont Bay Book 1) by Holly Renee (best short books to read .TXT) 📗

I wanted more. I needed more, but I didn’t have a clue what more entailed. More had repercussions. Repercussions that I would have to face.

“Say it again.” He breathed the words against my neck before his tongue touched the skin just below my ear.

“Please, Beck.” I was firmer this time. I was sure. I didn’t know anything about the guy who stood behind me other than his social standing and his hatred for me, but I still wanted him.

He moved his hand then, beneath my apron, the heel of his palm pressing against my sex, and I was wrong when I imagined my hand was his. He had barely touched me, and already my hand hadn’t compared.

He cupped me over my pants, but it felt like there wasn’t a thing between us.

He moved his hand in small circles just as his tongue flicked against my pulse point, and I bit down on my lip as I whimpered.

He followed suit and bit down on my neck.

“Oh, God.”

His hand sped up, and my legs felt like they were going to give out beneath me.

“You want this?” His breath was harsh against my neck as he ran his nose along the slope.

I nodded my head and chased the feel of his hand with my hips.

“I need your words, princess. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.” My response rapidly fell from my lips. “I want you.”

He was gone in an instant. The feel of his body behind mine, nothing but a memory, and I almost fell backward in his absence. I had been so lost in him that I had forgotten the force that kept me rooted. I had forgotten everything that didn’t begin and end with his hands.

He moved across the hall, putting distance between us, and if it wasn’t for the storm brewing in his eyes, I would have thought him completely unaffected. His mask perfectly in place.

“You should get back to work.” He jerked his head toward the direction of the restaurant, and I took a step back at the sharp edge to his voice.

I wanted to say something, I needed to, but I couldn’t find my voice. I couldn’t find my voice or my thoughts or the sense I needed to tell him to go to hell. All I could do was stare at the asshole who I had just practically begged to touch me.

He looked calm as hell, like his hands hadn’t just been toying with every damn part of me, and I suddenly hated him more than I ever had before.

Whatever Beck’s problem with me was inconsequential. I didn’t need any of his stupid reasons or unresolved entitlement. I wanted nothing more to do with him.

I steadied my breath, and I took a step away from him with determination not to look back. He had me exactly where he wanted me. He was in my head, and guys like Beck knew exactly what they were doing.

He knew exactly how to play any game he wanted to.

But I refused to play.

I was only here for one school year. A school year where I would put my head down, get my high school diploma, and get as far away from this place as I could.

Get away from these men who thought their money somehow made them untouchable. Get away from it all.

“Josie.” I stopped as soon as my name fell from his lips. Every bit of resolve I just felt disappearing at the sound of his voice. I didn’t dare look back at him because I wasn’t sure what I would do. I wasn’t sure if I could handle looking in those fucking eyes for another second without forgetting who I was.

His footsteps echoed through the empty hall, and I knew he was making his way back to me. I should have left. My feet should have moved, and I should have left him standing there wanting more.

But I couldn’t.

Walking away from Beck Clermont was impossible. He was the bad guy, I knew that, but no part of me seemed to care.

Because I stood there in anticipation of what he would do next, of what he might say.

He pushed some hair from my shoulder, exposing my neck fully to him. “I love that you were willing to beg me.”

Shame shot through every part of me at his words, but he didn’t care. Beck would never care, and I had been an idiot to want any part of him.

He moved past me, not sparing another glance my way, and he disappeared as if he was nothing more than my imagination.

But I wouldn’t give him that advantage again. I would never see Beck for anything other than exactly what he was. He was the villain, ruthless, cruel, and I was nothing more than a game to entertain himself with.

I refused to be taken captive in his game again.

Chapter Ten

Beck

“Who pissed you off tonight?”

I stared up at Olly and took another drag from the joint. I almost never smoked, but I needed it tonight. I needed something to take the edge off before I went fucking crazy.

Before I went back to the country club and fucked the shit out of Josie Vos.

I had thought of nothing else since I walked out that door.

I had been there to do the exact opposite. I didn’t have the power to fire her, not yet at least, but I couldn’t imagine how my father could just waltz around there with a Vos shoved right under his nose.

I understood that he was a businessman, but this didn’t feel like business. It felt like he was laying down and letting Joseph Vos fuck him in any way he wanted.

I wasn’t my father. I refused to let Joseph Vos or his fucking son get away with anything else, and I wanted to take out every bit of my anger on her pretty unmarred skin.

She had been so pliable in my hands tonight. I knew she