The Touch of a Villain: An Enemies to Lovers High School Romance (The Boys of Clermont Bay Book 1) Holly Renee (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

wanted any part of me. Those feelings washed out to sea the moment our kiss was over. The only thing Beck’s face held now was pure disgust, and it was directed entirely at me. While his eyes glared, his mouth curled into an evil smirk. He looked like a threat no one would ever want.

He barely knew anything about me, but as soon as Lucas appeared and he learned of my connection to him, everything was forgotten and I became enemy number one.

He hated me. Instantly.

Whatever his reasoning was, Beck hated me and the way Lucas reached out for me again. He stared at his hand as if he could set it on fire with his stare. He was furious, and I had no idea what I had done.

“That’s why you wouldn’t tell me your last name.” He laughed, and there wasn’t an ounce of humor. “What did you do, Vos? Send your whore sister out here to seduce me?”

I jolted back as if he had slapped me. I felt his insult to my very core. Every part of me that felt alive under his kiss now felt like it was burning with embarrassment.

I had been such a damn fool.

“Fuck you, Clermont.” Lucas pulled me closer to him, and I let him. I had no idea why he was so angry over me being out here with Beck. Why he was so protective.

Lucas barely knew me, but we were family. Even if we didn’t know each other yet, he was all I had.

And he wanted me nowhere near Beck Clermont.

Clermont. Beck Clermont. As in Clermont Bay.

As in the family, this town and everything inside it was named after.

“Let’s not compare whore sisters.”

Beck lunged toward Lucas, but whoever the guy was that came with Lucas stepped in his way.

“Fucking move, Ben,” Beck growled at him, but Ben stood his ground.

“That’s not happening. We have summer training tomorrow.”

I turned away from all of them and moved down the beach. I didn’t want to hear another word of what either of them had to say. I felt so humiliated and dirty, and I wanted to get away from them as fast as I could.

I wanted to jump in the ocean and wash away his words and his touch and the way the taste of him still lingered in my mouth.

“Don’t go near her again.” Lucas was as mad as Beck, and I was suddenly thankful that he was here. Even if him being here had ruined everything, I didn’t want to give Beck another second of myself.

He had more than I should have allowed already.

“I’ll go near her if I want to.” Beck’s reply stopped me in my tracks. “There isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me. If I want to fuck her, I will.”

I turned back to look at him. He was out of his damn mind.

“I could have fucked her right here on this beach if I had wanted to. I hadn’t realized your sister would be as fucking desperate as you are.”

I started toward him. I wanted to rage, to slam my fist against his chest, to demand he stop talking about me as if I wasn’t right there, but Lucas was already beside me. He pulled me away from Beck and his evil fucking laugh that echoed behind me.

He was wrong. I would have never let him do that. I wasn’t desperate or a whore, and I refused to be treated like one simply because I let some asshole kiss me on the beach. Because I had practically begged for it with my body.

“Fuck you, asshole,” I yelled over Lucas’s shoulder, and Beck’s anger finally morphed into a smile. This one was nothing like the others he had given me earlier. Nothing about him was anything like that guy.

This was the real Beck Clermont, and I didn’t like anything about him.

“I can’t fucking wait, princess.”

Chapter Two

Beck

What the fuck was I thinking?

I had no idea who the hell she was when I stepped out onto the quiet beach. Parties in this town were shit most of the time, sometimes they served their purpose of getting laid, but if I turned up, it was for a reason. And when the people at these parties annoyed the hell out of me, I went to the beach. It was my place. My escape, my solitude, mine. The warm sand and damp ocean air. Mine. I had claimed it as my own long before she ever stepped foot on it, and now it was tainted with her.

The salty air reminded me of her hair whipping around in the strong breeze, the damn rocks made me crave the feeling of her hand in mine, and the spray of the ocean hitting my lips set my fucking soul on fire with thoughts of devouring that pretty little mouth of hers.

If I had known who she was, I would have sent her ass packing the moment I found her sitting there. If I had known she was related to that piece of shit, I wouldn’t have given her a second glance.

But I hadn’t known. And she was so damn gorgeous. Even in my anger, I could admit that. Her long brown hair was full and fell just below her breasts. Those were perfect too, along with her ass, but it was her deep brown eyes that I couldn’t seem to forget.

There was a smattering of freckles across her nose that made her look so innocent. She looked so pure and sweet, and nothing like her fucking stepbrother. But the more I thought about it, the more I saw the similarities between her and her father.

I knew of Joseph Vos. Everyone in this town did, and I hated him as much as I hated his stepson.

And Jesus Christ, seeing Lucas act like he was some sort of fucking savior was beyond a joke. He was as far from a savior as I was a virgin.

The Lucas I knew was the most self-centered asshole.