I swore I'd never let him touch me.
Not the golden boy who shoved me into lockers, whispered filth that burned my cheeks red for days, made me the punchline of every crowded hall. Scholarship scraps don't survive predators like him. But late nights in the shadowed library stacks, where leather-bound ghosts watched us collide, I broke.
His mouth crashed into mine like punishment. Books toppled in avalanches around our sweat-slicked frenzy. Hatred twisted into something feral and sweet, his hands bruising my hips as he took what I'd denied us both. One reckless surrender, and my world's inverted.
Now his seed roots deep inside me.
A swollen secret under my shirt, kicking against the walls I rebuilt just to spite him. He corners me again, not to mock, but to trace that curve with trembling fingers in the dim infirmary glow. Possessive growls replace his taunts. "Mine," he breathes, like owning me fixes the wreckage he caused. I want to shove him away. I crave his kneel instead.
Our families would bury us for this.
His empire of old money versus my fragile fight for a future. One leak, and my degree vanishes, independence shreds, our child becomes collateral. Yet here I am, locked in pulsing corridors with him, bodies slamming in angry release, chasing redemption in the ruins of loathing. He sees the girl I hid, the one starving for unyielding claim. Does that make me weak?
Or does it make me the one who finally breaks him?
A full-length pregnancy bully-romance enemies-to-lovers erotic romance featuring a defiant scholarship girl and her possessive bully heir.
