Surviving the King

I am black, and gay. He's a racist, and a homophobe. I'm his perfect target. He made my high school days a living hell. Never knowing what horrid thing I'm going to find in my locker next, never knowing when his fists are going to come flying at me. Then he forced me on my knees. I gave him a blowjob in the bathroom stall. He liked it. I liked it. It became our thing. He'd fuck me like I was a sole air he breathes, like he couldn't live without me. He'd trail his fingers over my body and tell me I'm beautiful. Then he'd hit me, and remind me "I'm not his fucking boyfriend." I fell for him. Hard. I lived for the secret moments we shared. And I thought he felt something for me too. But I was wrong. He broke my body. He broke my heart. And now, ten years later, I face him again.

This is MM bully romance (not a sweet one, my poor baby Brandon will have to go through hell before earning his happy ending).

Warning: This story contains strong sexual content, violence, and offensive language. Please, don't read if that is not something you're comfortable with.

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any form of violence or intolerance expressed in this book.

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