Thorne of Winthorpe

So sweet. So innocent. So mine. Once I'm finished, Ember Beckett will beg me to ruin her. The greatest mistake Ember made was to step foot in my school. The instant the rumors started, I marked her as mine. It's only natural I became curious about the new girl. She took someone's position in this academy. Someone important to me. And now, she has to pay. The only way for her to survive is to find out the dirty little secrets I keep to myself. I watch the pleasure spark in her eyes as she searches. The desire to participate in my particular...tastes. If she's not careful, I might capitalize on that curiosity, and I'll squeeze her heart until it bleeds. Thorne is a twisted, opulent tale set in the halls of Winthorpe Academy's sordid elite. It contains a possessive villain, foul language, and mature content.

I don't have a crush on Thorne Briar, Winthorpe Academy's cruel, elite prince. I want to crush him. Thorne declared war on me tonight when he took away the one thing I had left. But here's where he got it wrong: I'm not about to crouch in the shadows ensuring he never sees me. If I do, it would only be so he doesn't see me coming. The boy who made my emotions spike and swirl, crushed them in his hands. He thinks he's weakened me with heartbreak. Arrogance will be his downfall. It only puts me in the perfect position to take away something that matters to him, too.

Ember is a succubus, consuming in every sense. My theory is proven when I specifically ignore Ember for an entire month, yet her scent remains in my nostrils, the vision of her in my mind's eye. Her peppery musk dances along the back of my tongue, ruining my taste for anyone else. Savannah Merricourt is labeled as my intended, and I should accept it, as I do everything, because my father's too powerful and I've been locked in the basement too many times. Outwardly, I can do what he wants while actively forging my own pathway to independence, but that simply can't work when imprisoned for weeks on end. And so, like I stated to Ember, we're at an impasse. Will it leave room for a truce? Never.