Some boys want to be a girl’s first.
I want to be her last.
People call me crazy, insensitive, dead-eyed, unresponsive, blank. An aberration without the capacity to feel human emotion, just like my dad. People say I’d be behind bars if my family’s obscene wealth didn’t keep buying me out of trouble.
People are right.
I’ve never cared about anything. Girls. Rules. Boundaries.
Never cared for anyone until her… my beautiful icy angel with the stuttering eyes and the forced smile.
One glance and she’s my instant fixation. So vulnerable, I taste blood. So pure.
When I learn her darkest secret, it only intensifies my obsession. And despite her bravado, she’s desperate enough to accept help on any terms from anybody.
Even a sociopath.
Even a liar.
Even me.