Dare You to Ruin Me – Bonus Prologue
Dimitri
I can’t help it, I’m drawn to her.
Sara Amato.
The name itself feels like a song, a sweet melody that’s stuck on repeat in my head. I’ve been in this class for twenty minutes now, sitting at the back, nursing a cold cup of coffee. My eyes keep flicking to the entrance, waiting for that flash of long brown hair and those grey eyes that hold galaxies within them.
The lecture drags on, the professor’s words bouncing off me like bullets off a tank. My mind’s elsewhere, caught up in thoughts of Sara. It’s been years since I first saw her. She was just a girl then, but she left an imprint on my soul, one that not even time could wash away.
The moment I heard of her choice of university, I knew it was fate playing its hand. Same university, same course – Business and Management. It couldn’t be a coincidence; we’re two pieces of the same puzzle destined to fit together.
The door creaks open and there she is. A breath catches in my throat as she steps inside, unaware of the predatory eyes following her every move. She’s more beautiful than I remember; all grown up and full of fire.
Her gaze scans the room and for a moment our eyes lock. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a wild beast trying to break free. The look in her eyes… It’s not recognition, but something else – curiosity maybe?
My fingers tighten around the cup as she finds a seat at the front, right under the professor’s nose. A smart move for a studious girl like her. She flips open her notebook and I can almost see the gears turning in her head.
The thought crosses my mind right then.
I’ll break every rule for this girl.
No matter what it takes, Sara will be mine. The Bratva protocols can go to hell for all I care. The ruthless man that I am, I won’t stop until she’s by my side, where she belongs.
The hum of voices and the clatter of chairs fill the room as the lecture concludes. My gaze never strays from her. From Sara. She’s deep in thought, her brow furrowed as she jots down notes. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Always the diligent student.
Just then, a girl slides into the seat next to Sara, her blonde hair bobbing as she excitedly taps on Sara’s shoulder. My fists clench instinctively. Who is she? And why is she invading Sara’s space?
“Hey, I’m Martha,” the girl announces, her voice a high-pitched squeak that grates on my nerves.
Sara looks up, surprised, but quickly composes herself. “Hi, Martha,” she responds, and I feel a shiver snake its way down my spine at the sound of her voice. It’s as sweet as honey, yet holds an edge that could cut glass.
“I noticed we’re taking the same classes,” Martha continues, oblivious to my intense scrutiny from across the room. “Maybe we could study together sometime?”
Sara nods, a hint of relief in her eyes. “I’d like that,” she replies, her words echoing in my ears. They exchange phone numbers and, as soon as class is over, Martha leaves.
I’ve heard her voice now – that soft melody that matches the rhythm of my heartbeat – and it feels like I’ve been starved for it all these years without knowing it. I crave more. I want to hear her laugh, hear her cry, hear her scream out my name…
Everyone starts packing up, eager to escape the confines of the lecture hall but my gaze remains fixated on Sara as she gathers her things, her brow furrowed in concentration. I savor the sight of her, knowing that every moment I get to watch her is a gift.
A guy from our class, a jock with more brawn than brains, struts towards Sara. His cocky grin screams trouble. He stops at her desk, leaning against it in what he probably thinks is a casual pose. I grit my teeth. Who does he think he is?
Sara looks up, her eyes meeting his for a moment before they flicker away in annoyance. I can’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction at her reaction.
“Hey beautiful, can I get your number?” he asks with a sleazy grin.
Sara didn’t even look up. “No thanks,” she mutters as she continues gathering her stuff.
The guy leans in closer. “Oh, come on, don’t be like that. We could have some fun together.”
I feel my blood boil at his words. How dare he speak to her that way? My hands curl into fists under the desk.
Sara’s eyes flash with anger. She whirls around to face him. “I said no. Now fuck off before I make you regret opening your mouth,” she spits
The guy recoils in surprise and mumbles something incoherent before slinking away with his tail between his legs.
I can’t help but chuckle. Feisty. Just my type.
Sara swings her bag over her shoulder and strides out of the classroom, head held high. I quickly gather my things and follow her out.
I keep my distance as she strides down the hallway. Her bag bounces against her hip with each determined step. I can’t take my eyes off her.
She turns the corner and I quicken my pace. I see her push through the exit doors leading outside. This is my chance. I follow her out into the crisp autumn air. She’s walking briskly across the quad, her hair blowing behind her.
My heart pounds as I close the distance between us. Just before she reaches the next building, I make my move. My hand darts out and grabs her wrist. She whips around, eyes blazing.
“What the f-”
I cut her off by dragging her into the alley between the science building and the admin offices. I press her against the brick wall, caging her in with my arms.
“Let go of me!” she shouts, squirming against my grip.
“Shhh,” I whisper, leaning in close. Her eyes blaze with anger and she tries to wrench free but I press my body against hers, trapping her in place.
“I saw the way that meathead was looking at you,” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear. She flinches away in disgust but I don’t let go. “How did it make you feel, knowing you had his attention? Did it get your heart racing, even just a little?”
I slide my hand from her mouth, trailing it down her neck. Her lips peel back in a snarl.
“Let me show you how good I can make you feel,” I purr, nuzzling into her hair.
Before I can react, her knee slams up into my crotch. White hot agony explodes through my groin and I double over with a choked groan, stumbling back.
Sara wastes no time. She shoves me hard and I collapse to the ground, writhing in pain.
“Fuck off and leave me alone, you creep!” she spits, her voice dripping with contempt. She flips me off for good measure before spinning on her heel and stalking away.
A fire ignites within me, burning away the pain. No one has ever dared defy me like that. But I like it. I like her spark. It only makes me want her more.
And I always get what I want.
Dear Faye Pierce, Thank you for the opportunity to read your book, So far it’s interesting, so I’m gonna continue ,To read the book and see what happens and I will let you know what I think, When I finish Reading it.
Thanks a ton for diving into my book dear Dejaya! I’m so glad you’re intrigued so far.🌟📚 I can’t wait to hear what you think as the story unfolds. Stay tuned—things are about to get even darker and juicier! 😉