BWWM Dark Bully Romance | Varsity Property | Laguna Grove Vipers Book #3
Varsity Property, May 17th 2022 (a dark bully bwwm romance)
Hello there, reader! Interested in Varsity Property? Before I say more, I just want to direct you to the first two books in the series before you investigate Book #3… I don’t want to accidentally give any spoilers! Click here to learn more about the first book.
Now that’s out of the way, let’s talk Dustin/Raven’s steamy story in Varsity Property.
We know Dustin Rathbone has a path. The grumpy alpha male with a dark side stalks and obsesses over Raven Rose. Can his dangerous obsession turn into real love?
Book #3 launches on May 17th, 2022. Click here to order a copy.
Now hang tight for our steamy first chapter BWWM romance novel excerpt.
Romance Novel Excerpts | Varsity Property | Chapter #1
DUSTIN RATHBONE
I’m broken. 6 years ago, I had to choose whether I would let the bad shit destroy me or whether I would claw my way out of that weak fucking mess and find myself again. I know who I am. Dustin Rathbone. Strength. That’s what life is all about, separating the strong from the weak. I won’t ever let someone make me feel weak again. I will never give up control to anyone again.
6 years ago, I chose strength. I chose the ice. Skating saved me when nothing else could. I chose my brothers over letting the pain snap me in pieces and I made it to a top tier hockey college. I’m living my dream and I’m finally at peace with what happened. Finally.
After high school, I found my real brothers— the Vipers— this perfect outlet for my outrage. I had healing to do. I found myself in punches and hard checks. I found women, each one more gorgeous than the last. In six years, nothing could change me. Nothing could give me purpose… until her.
I’ll never forget the first time I saw her walking into the English department with a pair of thick black glasses and a stack of books cradled precariously in her grasp. Nerd. That was my first thought. My second thought was less of a thought and more of a physical reaction. Hard. She never knew I was watching.
She still doesn’t know I’m watching — or how long I’ve been watching. I don’t want to stop. I want to keep her. To own her. Soon.
I promised myself I wouldn’t let it get this far. I promised myself I’d stop after finding her online, after the lies, the hiding, the secrets, the fake identities, the fishing for information I could use.
I promised myself I’d confess the truth. But I can’t stop. I enjoy living in the shadows and I don’t want to come out. It’s safe in the shadows. It’s where monsters like me belong. It’s where we feel safe.
I surround myself with monsters — creatures like me — snakes, spiders, cockroaches, skinks. Creatures that were never meant to fit in. I can fake it well enough. I’ve practiced the facial expressions, the reactions I’m supposed to have. I’ve practiced emotions hundreds of times so that I can fit in, get chicks, make my friends think I’m normal. I know I’m far from normal.
I haven’t really felt anything in six years — not since before I turned eighteen. I’m dead inside and the only thing that brings me any pleasure is causing someone else’s pain. That’s why I need to keep my distance from her. I know I’ll only hurt her because I desperately want to hurt her. Letting her in to my fucked up life would destroy my angel.
Every day, I fight this urge to break her and every day I know I get closer to losing the battle.
I want her.
She’s nothing like the women I used to try to fix my shit. She’s not my hot thirty-year-old neighbor with her collection of XL dildos and a traveling husband. She’s not a pair of drunken sorority chicks with low self-esteem. She’s nothing like any of the bimbos I’ve used to salve my pain.
I’m losing control around her. I don’t know what I’ll do next. I just know that I’ve already gone too far and if I let myself take another step towards her, I’m going to fuck her up. I’m going to ruin her life.
Raven Rose.
After watching her read for an hour, I approach her window from my hiding spot. Fuck. I’ve already burned through two joints. I’m properly toasted and relaxed enough that all my inhibitions have vanished. It’s easy to lose myself watching her. Now, I’m close enough to see her, close enough to feel my heart race as I watch, but hidden just enough that she can’t see me watching. She’ll never know.
I unlock my phone and message her from Brett’s profile. Brett. She has no clue that Brett McClure doesn’t exist — that it’s me, hiding behind a profile, collecting her secrets and using them to my own advantage. I don’t know what compels me to be like this.
Brett: I’m still sorry I didn’t show up. I was nervous.
She waits a few seconds before looking at her phone. I don’t want to wait. I’ve been patient, damn it. I want her to do something. I want her to respond. Discomfort surges through me. She’s only reading. Why can’t she put down that book and pay attention to me.
Eventually, she can’t ignore the powerful tug of her cellphone. None of us can, really.
Raven: You let me down again. I’m done, Brett.
Something catches in my throat. This is the third time she’s tried to end our friendship. It’s my fault. I keep chickening out. This time, my finger hovers over the keys and I consider my words carefully. If I do this, I’ll commit to setting my plan in motion. I’m great at plans.
Brett: I understand. I won’t contact you again.
She blocks my account. Fuck. What was I thinking? I won’t contact her again?
It’s a fucking lie and I know it. Raven won’t know that. I may leave Brett McClure behind, but I’m definitely contacting her again. I want her. Once she sets her phone down, she strips her hoodie off. My breath catches. She wasn’t wearing anything under that hoodie. No bra. Her tits are gorgeous. I hope she doesn’t walk over and close the blinds, ruining my fucking view.
If her roommate comes in, I’m going to lose it. Hopefully her roommate Kya’s back at the hockey house straddling my teammate. Lucky guy.
I want my own woman. I want her.
Raven… She turns away from the window to grab a t-shirt, denying me a view of her breasts. Her tits turn me on so much. I told my teammate Jayce Clutterbuck I was on the hunt, and I meant it. Raven’s my prey and she doesn’t even know it yet. I’ve toyed with her slowly. Teased her. I finally have all the information I need to seal the deal when I finally get my hands on her. I’ve spent a long time preparing for this.
Hunting women is like hunting anything else. You need patience. Raven turns around bare-breasted and I nearly cum in my pants. Her nipples are large and dark against her dark-copper skin. She glows. My cock tents my forest green Laguna Grove sweatpants and the urge to touch myself heightens. I just want her to touch her tits. Play with them a little. I want to put my tongue in places she’d never let me go. She doesn’t have a clue what she does to me. She doesn’t have a clue that she’s broken my brain and pulled this out of me. My tongue teases my lower lip and I keep wishing she’ll do something unexpected like touch her tits or push her hands into her panties and play with herself for me. My cock wants to burst.
She slips into that t-shirt and my little show ends. Fuck.
She cracks open a book and it’s like the world vanishes to her. Seriously. I stand outside her window for 35 minutes before she gets up again, just watching the way she twirls those braids around her finger or how her tongue grazes her lower lip when she gets to a good part in her story. It’s Friday night and she’s just here… in her bed… reading. She fascinates me.
I don’t think there are any chicks like this at Laguna Grove. When she returns to her bed, I notice she has something in her hand. What the fuck is that? I lean in, but I still can’t make it out. I’ll have to get closer to the window if I want to see, but that means I risk getting caught.
When has she ever caught me? I’ve done this as often as I could this semester. We’re still in hockey preseason and there’s nothing better to do than to hunt down the ones that got away. Raven. It’s been a year since we first met – 377 days exactly. I’ve had other women in my bed since then – lots of other women. But there’s one fantasy I can’t get out of my head. Maybe it’s how she looked that first night when she walked into Pesthouse with her friends. Young. Happy. Pure.
She reminds me that I used to be innocent. She reminds me that I used to be weak. I want to have her. I want to break that innocence. I don’t even have a good reason why. There’s something about her that gets my cock going, that makes me want to climb through that fucking window and take the woman I’ve been watching for such a long time. She climbs into her bed and that book opens right back up.
Christ. Is she just going to read that thing all night? I don’t know how she can stand it.
I can’t help myself. I shuffle closer to the window. I know I’m taking it too far. I know what I’ll do if I keep going with this fantasy. I know she doesn’t lock her windows. My breath catches as I nearly trip. Luckily, I’m not that much of a stupid fuck. I lean against her window and… oh. She slides her hand holding that thing between her thighs and it's pretty obvious what it is. I’m so close to the window that my breath fogs up the glass. I don’t even care that she might notice. That thing is a vibrator.
A fucking vibrator. She’s reading a book and using a vibrator. This chick loves reading so much she’s literally flicking the bean to words. I can’t stop myself. My hand slides into my pants and grips my hard cock. Fuck. He feels even bigger than normal today. Her back arches slightly as she gets that thing in a good spot and then she squirms…
I barely stroke myself before I cum hard. Fuck. All she did was squirm in her bed with a piece of plastic between her legs and I lose control. I can’t handle being near her. I’m too fucked up.
The worst part is, this isn’t the first time this has happened. Not the vibrator thing. Sometimes it’s just the way she holds her pencil while scribbling her homework. Sometimes it’s those nerdy fucking glasses. I keep telling myself I’ll stop doing this. I haven’t had sex with a woman since July. I can’t have sex with anyone else when I can stand here and touch myself thinking about her.
I’m broken.
I don’t know how much longer I can stand this. I don’t know how much longer I can go without feeling her skin beneath mine. If this is me holding back, I’m totally fucked when I let go with her. I’m going to break her too. Maybe I have already broken her. I don’t know. All I know is that I need to clean myself up and prepare for phase 2 of my plan, which doesn’t involve cumming in my pants while staring at a woman through a piece of glass.
My plan involves cumming inside Raven.
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