Holly

Holly: A Dark RH Romance Crossbow University Book 2 Cara North N2: Nagle-North Publishing Copyright Copyright © 2023, 2022 by Cara North Cover Art: Sweet15 Designs Editor: Michelle Edits All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. N2: Nagle-North Publishing www.creativewritingwithdrnagle.com Contents Patreon Acknowledgement Foreword Holly Storm Holly Storm Holly Winston Storm Holly Winston Holly Storm Holly Winston Storm Holly Storm Holly Storm Winston Holly Winston Autumn Holly Storm Holly Storm Autumn Winston Storm Holly Storm Winston Autumn Storm Holly Storm Holly Autumn Holly Storm Winston Holly Storm Holly Storm Autumn Winston Autumn Winston Storm Holly Cara North Patreon Acknowledgement I would like to thank my Patreon Team! You are the best and I am grateful to each and every one of you. Thank you to Jamie for letting me bounce these crazy books off of you. To Renee and Meghan for giving me feedback to make it better on those those first reads. And, thank you the Beta Readers who took a chance on this one! A huge thank you to anyone who purchased this one! I hope you'll be back for more Crossbow antics. Foreword D ear Reaers, Holly contains content that may be triggering to some readers. Honestly, I wrote this book and there were times when I was offended by my characters. It's fiction. It's gritty. It's filthy. It is filled with characters that have questionable morales. Even the "good guys" aren't that great in the peopling department. Content to be aware of and possibly skim or skip if you are triggered by it may include, but is not limited to the following: Sexual situations that may contain: violence, dubious conscent, manipulation, blood play, bullying, BDSM, multiple partners, same sex relations, and prior abuse. Emotional situations that may contain: abuse, neglect, maniupulation, and more. These are messed up characters finding some happy in their fucked up lives by uniting with other broken characters to form a whole. I do not reccomend it for reality, but for fiction, it has been a wild write and hopefully, for you, a wild read you won't easily forget. I am not responsibe for your descision to read this smut, but I'm glad you purchased the book and hope you enjoy it. Hope that helps. Cara HollyI knew this Saturday was orientation-slash-initiation day for the men on this campus who, apparently, wanted to clean our sorority and possibly have sex with us. Totally the reason I put my room on the list. Day one, I was on the pass this room right on up roster. It's why when my door opened and the giant of a man walked into it, I blinked up at him. He seemed surprised and really happy to see me. I was overwhelmingly surprised to see that much chest. My God. He took up most of the doorway’s width and height. I had my headphones on, so I couldn't hear what he said as he looked around my very clean and private room. When he looked back at me, he started walking toward me. I had shifted to sit at the edge of the bed. I was going to stand up, but forgot my phone was next to me so as the cord to my noise cancelling headphones pulled, my head went back, and so did I. As I reached for those, he...oh no. That was a shoulder against my knee. I gulped. I...couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I...had never even kissed a guy and this one was pulling my shorts down. Say something. Anything. Speak, Holly! Move! Do something!Nothing. Why? How? What the hell was happening to me and—oh my God, what the hell was he doing? I just held onto the headphones and felt my entire body quiver with fear and uncertainty as he shifted my legs and...damn her. My mother was sending the wrong message this morning. We went last weekend for a spa day and she told me to get the bikini wax, but told that torture artist to wax it all, and they did. It was the first time someone other than a doctor had ever touched me there and it was so bad I thought I would never let someone do that again. His large finger stroked over the bare lips. I squeezed the headphones in my hands. My blood was pounding so hard in my ears, I could not hear the narrator of the audiobook anymore. I blinked at the ceiling above me. Inside my head, I was screaming. I was moving my head to say no. In reality, I couldn't even open my mouth, let go of my headphones, not a damn thing on my body worked for me. His fingers parted that flesh gently, something cool and like a...barrier of...oh. He was...licking me...there and...I didn't want to like this, but the only thing working at this moment was that juncture. I closed my eyes tightly and fought against the sensations starting to overwhelm me. I couldn't so much as think about sex without getting a bitter taste in my mouth or worse, nauseated. This situation was beyond those thoughts. When it came to those thoughts, I had already resolved I had no use for that part of me. I was not like the rest of the girls in this sorority house. My mom, my grandma, my great grandma, they were OBDs and represented all the Only Brave Diva's motto stood for. I was not brave or a diva, much to my mother's dismay. Sometimes I thought I could be, but anytime I had a thought or urge to, I got a terrible taste in my mouth, so I wouldn't do whatever it was I might have wanted to do. That thought helped distract me as this man between my legs pushed a finger under that barrier and inside of me. I felt my vaginal walls clamp around