The F King (Still a Bad Boy #3) - Ada Scott Page 0,2

I heard a rumor about myself, told to me in excited whispers. They called me The F King, a mad scientist type making this “good shit” for the Mafia, or one of the street gangs, they didn’t know which.

Apparently, the criminal underworld hired him to kill people with untraceable poisons, and nobody dared fuck with him. I smiled and nodded, and told them it was all true, I had a source of F, a guy who knew a guy and so on, and he told me the exact same things.

Then I sold them some F, took their money, and partied my brains out. I wasn’t quite as paranoid about keeping a low profile now as I was in my college days. Back then, I officially studied Engineering, but really used a friend’s ID to get access to the Chemistry labs and materials.

Yet I still wasn’t ready to publically claim my own throne, tempting though it was.

Next year. That’s when the Acardi Crime Family would eat their words, if their jaws were still attached to their heads. Then everybody would know who the fuck The F King was, and realize that there’s really no limit to what I can make in my lab with enough funds. The city of Highston would be mine.

Until then, being the only guy in town who wasn’t in a gang and wasn’t obviously in the local crime family was almost as good. I was approachable in a way those fuckers weren’t.

Everybody who wanted the best shit, but was too scared to buy from a gang, came to me. In a city full of college students, there were a lot of customers like that. A lot.

The guys had money and the girls, oh sweet holy fuck what the girls had. The things they’d do for F, the things they’d do when they saw the respect everybody gave me, just wanting to be near me and bask in the reflected glory.

I’d lost count of all the pussy I’d had. Two or three in one night? Sure. Five at once one time, straight girls went down on each other just because I told them to. Anything for the king.

Money and power, it was an easy lifestyle to get used to. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had to fuck the same girl twice. How could I deny myself the pleasure of hearing my name screamed by a new voice?

Tonight, though, the cards seemed stacked against me. Every chick who came and sat in the booth with my friends and me, I already knew what they looked like with my cock in them. Boring. Bree was throwing herself at me particularly hard.

Things were usually pretty exciting around this time of year, though. A fresh batch of college students bolstered Highston’s population, and once they got past those on-campus orientation parties, plenty of them started hitting the town. That would start happening in a week or two, and I couldn’t fucking wait.

I was just about to resign myself to the reality of going home with Bree again, when a breath of fresh air walked past our table. Her clothes said “look at me” but her face was pure innocence.

From the moment I saw her approaching, I had images of her pinned under me, begging me to fuck her harder, harder, harder. I could make that girl sing in bed.

Her sleek, dark hair shimmered like liquid in the strobe lights. Before she was past, on her way to the dancefloor, I saw she had the kind of bright blue eyes normally reserved for the Nordic-blonde type.

That electric blue was my favorite, that flash of color you could see through their half-closed eyelids as they came hard, or when I was about to cum right on their faces, and they were afraid of getting shot in the eye, but they needed to see the big moment anyway. Fuck yes.

Combined with the contrast of darker hair, it was an intoxicating mixture. And that body. Her ass twitched with every step and the intriguing upper swells of her breasts faintly quivered to the same tempo while showing off their youthful firmness.

She kept her eyes trained straight ahead as she walked past. I watched her closely, brushing Bree out of my line of sight with annoyance when she hee-hawed herself in the way, laughing at some joke my friend said. Was she going to look at me? Was she?

There. That one glance straight into my eyes betrayed her as she stepped on to the