Feral

You can’t tame a beast that’s truly wild.
She’s my best friend’s sister.
But I don’t see ‘off limits’. I see a challenge.
Little Ava’s come home with curves in all the right places and a sassy mouth to match.
She’s forbidden forest fruit ripe for the ravaging.
I should stay away. I know that. I’d be betraying my best friend’s trust if I did anything else.
Her family always had the perfect house, the perfect lives.
Hell, they were the descendants of the guy who founded the damn town for f*ck’s sake.
Me? I was just some latchkey kid with a dead dad and anger problems who hung around her brother, getting him into trouble.
I had no place hanging around her back then and I sure as hell don’t have any business doing so now.
But what felt like a craving before, a desire to taste, has suddenly turned into starvation.
There’s no use avoiding or denying it.
I want her.
And I’ll have her.
But I’m going to take her body before I take her heart.