Bad Boy College

It should have been an easy sell. He was just another client, a wealthy target. I offered him what I had. He stole the rest. Beautiful. Confident. His mafia lineage made him a conqueror. He dominated my senses. He planned to rule my body as well. I didn’t have a chance at keeping my heart. 

Barnet University has a tradition. It’s called The Hunt. It’s the night the football team hunts down a girl on campus and dubs her his Kitten, to serve at his beck and call. And somehow, I’d forgotten all about it, which is the only reason I was caught, collared, and put to work. Traditions suck. Having no ambition to be anyone’s doormat - or worse, I turn to the only way out. The captain. Bas. His body is the work of art and cruel design. One look into his eyes and my blood turns to molten lava. I turned to him for freedom, but Bas offered something else.