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PROLOGUE
Lana
“Look at me,”he says, gripping my chin. “Look at the man who owns this fucking pussy.”
His pierced shaft stretches me, pushing me to my limits while his fingers slowly tighten around my neck. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe. And through all of that … my pussy throbs with a need I’ve never felt before.
A need onlytheymanage to coax out of me.
Kai Torres, Nathan Reed, Milo Fletcher.
Names I was told were forbidden, unspeakable.
Names I would soon moan from my lips.
Nathan and Milo each grasp a breast, twisting my nipples until I squeal, the sound making their cocks throb in their hands. And all it does is make me want to beg.
These boys from the Phantom Society have tainted me beyond repair.
I’m a fighter, but I’m defenseless against their obsession.
“Yes, give me everything,” Kai groans, burying himself inside me to the hilt. “Even your fucking breath.”
But I couldn’t possibly give something I no longer possess.
Because all I am, all I’ve ever been …
Was always theirs for the taking.
LANA
I stare at the list of names hastily scribbled on the paper Felix stuffs into my hand.
“I don’t want you hanging out with any of these people. Got it?” he says, staring me down. “You’ve been here a couple of months now, so I hope for your sake you haven’t talked to any of them.”
My eyes transfix on the names.
At the top in bold are two names, Nathan Reed and Kai Torres, and beneath that, practically all the guys from the same fraternity … Phantom Society.
“I don’t even know who these people are,” I mutter, annoyed he’s making my life more difficult, as usual.
“Good, keep it that way,” he says, stuffing his hands into his pocket.
I lower the paper and raise my brow at him. “You for real?”
He squints. “It’s your first real fucking year here, and you don’t know this university like I do. Those fucking Phantoms can’t be trusted.”
“Why?” I ask.
Felix’s eyes narrow. “Doesn’t matter. Don’t even think about them.” He looks around the campus at the people walking and sitting in the grass, nervously biting the inside of his cheek. His eyes settle on three boys smoking near the fountain.
One of them hides his face beneath a black hoodie like he doesn’t want to be spotted, dark streaks of wavy hair peeking out, and both hands stuck in pockets of his track pants. Tattoos can be seen under his sleeves.
Another one with light blond hair and a side sweep, along with sharp, piercing blue eyes, has his hand tightly tucked into his expensive jeans like he’s clutching a knife. A bunch of tattoos peeks out from underneath the white shirt covered by a leather jacket.
The third is tall and thin but muscular looking in a lean way, with short red-dyed hair in a side part. He’s wearing an actual white button-up shirt and tie. How odd. His thin lips crack a mischievous smile as he toys with the end of his tie.
All of them stare at Felix.
