Excerpt No Good by Stevie J. Cole

No Good (Dayton High Book 2) by Stevie J. Cole & LP Lovell
He was the reprobate king of Dayton high. I was the bitter princess cast out of my kingdom. And we were at war.
It started off with a lie, and a one-night stand gone terribly wrong. Although I knew nothing good would come from my encounter with Bellamy West, the small townβs gorgeous bad boy, I didnβt expect him to throw jet fuel onto the already flaming wreckage of my life. Then step back with a sexy smirk on his face to watch me burn.
And burn I did…
He got me fired.
I got him arrested.
We were enemies until we werenβt. Until one touch went too far, and I found myself craving each dirty word. Every filthy promise.
Bellamy West was no good, and I wanted to be bad.
Screw falling for Prince Charming, I wrote my love story with the villain.
And for that, I paid…
Excerpt No Good by Stevie J. Cole & LP Lovell
I wondered if Bellamy had taken that blonde home or into a bathroom, or out to his car, and the jealousy whirring inside me grew. I never expected to be anything to himβI never wanted to be anything to him, so why in the hell was I letting this get to me so bad? Sighing, I wrapped the thick towel around me and went back to Jacksonβs room to grab one of his shirts.
βYou know where his shirts are, huh?β
Iβd barely set one foot out of the bathroom before my gaze landed on Bellamy closing the door and locking it. A sliver of guilt rose inside me, then annoyance. Because why in the hell should I feel guilty?
Folding my arms over my chest, I glared at him. βIβm surprised you could tear yourself away from your new friend. She seemed very attached. Limpeted even.β
βRightβ¦β His chin dropped on a not-so-funny laugh before he started across the room. βYou look really comfortable in your guyβs towelβ¦β
He kept coming closer. And closer. Of course it crossed my mind to tell him that Jackson was not my guy, but then that blonde girl popped up like a bad smell, and well, I never pretended to be a rational human being.
My body hit the footboard of Jacksonβs bed, and Bellamy was right there. In my face.
ββAnd you know what?β he said, his voice deep and rough. βI fucking hate it.β
Tension mounted, so thick I could hardly breathe. Then Bellamy grabbed the back of my head and slammed his lips against mine in an angry kiss, shoving me back on Jacksonβs bed.
βI hate you so fucking much.β He ripped the towel away, and his mouth was all over meβLips and throat and breasts. Hands groping every bit of bare skin I had.
βI hate you more.β
βSeems like it.β His fingers reached between my legs. There was nothing gentle about the way he touched me. Just fingers reaching until they stole my breath. βIs that why youβre so wet for me, baby girl?β
I moaned into his mouth, each stroke of his hand contorting my body like it was his own, personal puppet. It felt like there was a bomb waiting to go off, and this bastard had been holding the detonator since the first time Iβd met him.
His fingers worked deeper, his tongue teasing my neck before he gripped my waist and rolled me on top of him. One hand went to my throat, the other still pressing into me, teasing and pushing while I straddled him.
βShow me how much you despise me.β
With no shame, I ground over his hand, loving the way his grip on my throat tightened while I chased something I desperately needed. Something heβd been teasing me with for weeks.
Heat built in my body. I was seconds away from absolute bliss before he threw me back on the bed. βAnd like hell Iβm letting you come first this time.β
He worked his belt loose, yanking his dick out and tugging on it before he straddled my bare chest. βYou remember how I told you I was gonna come all over your pretty, rich girl face?β
I shouldnβt have wanted it, but I did. I needed Bellamy to be every bit as unhinged for me as I was for him. My anger bled through me as I raked my nails up his thighs, and grabbed his hips. And then I swallowed his dick, almost gagging when he touched the back of my throat.
βFuckβ¦β His hands went to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he thrust forward.
I dug my nails into his thighs. Hard, threatening him with a tiny bit of teeth, and he fisted my hair. His abs tensed. His muscles trembled. God, he was beautiful, and the sight of him had my frustrated body strung tight, on the edge.
Right when I knew he was about to come, he pulled away, grabbing his dick and pumping over it. His head fell back on a deep groan that echoed around the room as he came on my chest.
βI always knew that would look good on you, baby girl.β He swiped a finger at the corner of my mouth.
The door rattled, breaking the silence before a bang sounded over the wood. βDrew?β Jacksonβs voice came from the other side.
Shit, shit, shit. I just let Bellamy come on me, in Jacksonβs bed. I scooped up the towel and wiped myself clean.
βDo not answer that door!β I slapped his arm. βGive me two minutes,β I called.
Bellamy pushed off the bed with a glare. βAnd the shittiest part of this story: I actually fucking liked youβ¦β
Guilt lanced through me, and again, I should have just said: Jackson was a friend and it wasnβt what it looked like. But then I remembered exactly why Iβd let him think I was more than friends with Jackson.
βAbout as much as you like that blonde downstairs, Iβm sure.β
I dove for the chest of drawers, taking out a t-shirt and covering myself right as he flipped the lock. He yanked open the door, then tucked himself back in his jeans. ββSup Bennett?β Bellamyβs massive frame filled the dimly lit doorway, practically dwarfing Jackson. βIβd at least let her clean my come off her firstβ¦β
Jacksonβs arm drew back, but before he even moved to throw a jab, Bellamy knocked him clean out. Holy. Shit.
βBellamy! What is wrong with you?β I gasped. He just knocked the guy out in his own house.
βI told you I was gonna fuck up your life, Drewβ¦β