Pure Sin (Privilege, Band 5) - Softcover

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Kate Brian is the author of the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling Private series and its spin-off series Privilege. She has also written many other books for teens including Sweet 16 and Megan Meade’s Guide to the McGowan Boys.

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Pure Sin

This is the life.

Ariana Osgood sighed contentedly as she settled back into the strong arms of her boyfriend, Palmer Liriano, on a beautiful November morning. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows at the Hill, the sky was a solid, bright blue, the trees along the banks of the Potomac a cheerful autumn mélange of oranges, reds, and golds. It was Friday, and after a long week of midterms and constant study groups, Palmer and Ariana had decided to spend their breakfast period in the junior and senior lounge, rather than the dining hall, so that they could snag some precious alone time. Ariana took a breath and relished the moment. This was what she had worked so hard for all these months—all these years. She was finally where she wanted to be. She had the prestigious school, the gorgeous boyfriend, the popular friends she was meant to have. But above all, she was free.

Free.

Ariana’s skin tingled as the word passed through her mind, and she shivered slightly against Palmer’s chest.

“You cold?” he asked, nuzzling her ear from behind. His early-morning voice was a pleasant, comforting rumble. “You can wear my jacket if you want.”

Ariana nodded, then looked over her shoulder at him and touched her nose to his. Up close his green eyes were even more stunning, flecked with gold and blue. But even better was the way they shone when he looked at her. As if he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be with her. The most sought-after guy in school wanted her.

Palmer shrugged out of his navy blue Atherton-Pryce Hall blazer and held it open. Ariana slipped her arms into the sleeves. She wasn’t cold, but she knew that walking around campus in his jacket would make her feel even more perfect, more secure. All the girls at APH would eye her with envy. It would solidify her as Palmer’s girl. Everyone would know they were together. The thought made Ariana giggle with pleasure.

“What’s so funny?” Palmer asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Nothing. Just happy,” Ariana said.

“Me too,” Palmer replied matter-of-factly.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Ariana asked, tucking her short, auburn hair behind her ear.

He grinned. “Very.”

He touched his lips to hers, and they were still locked in a deep kiss when several of their friends dropped into the chairs around them.

“Break it up, dudes. There are virgins present,” Landon Jacobs said, jerking his head toward Adam Lazzerri as he sat on the couch across from Ariana and Palmer.

Adam placed both hands over his heart, pretending to be wounded. “Maybe I haven’t hooked up on every continent like some people, but I do okay.”

Maria Stanzini groaned as she perched on the edge of the couch next to Landon. “Must our conversations always come back to Landon’s many conquests?” she asked, taking a sip of her double espresso. Her light blue APH-issue button-down was slightly rumpled, her gold-and-gray-striped tie loose around her neck, but she still managed to look beautiful. Her light brown hair was back in a ponytail, with a few loose locks grazing her sharp cheekbones.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Palmer asked in an annoyed tone. Ariana smiled, loving that he valued his time with her so much that it made him forget his manners.

“Soomie ordered those awful runny eggs again,” Maria said, disgusted, sticking the tip of her tongue between her teeth. “I could not sit there a moment longer and watch her eat them.”

“So gross.” Adam shuddered.

“But if you guys are gonna nauseate me with talk of skeevy international hook-ups, I might as well just go back to my room,” Maria added, turning her knees away from Landon.

Ariana shot Maria a sympathetic glance. As the only person on campus who knew about Maria and Landon’s secret relationship—and as a person who’d just come out of the relationship closet with her own secret boyfriend—Ariana felt Maria’s pain. It couldn’t be easy being the clandestine girlfriend of a worldwide popstar-playboy. Of course, the playboy thing was a fabrication for the benefit of the fans and the press. At least, Ariana hoped it was, for Maria’s sake.

The guys began to question Landon about the girl he’d supposedly hooked up with in Australia over the summer, prompting Maria to break out her iPod. Ariana eyed Lexa and her boyfriend, Conrad Royce, as they joined the group. They had their arms wrapped around each other, and each toted a coffee in their free hand. Conrad whispered something in Lexa’s ear. She tipped her face up to look at him and smiled, her long dark hair tumbling down her back.

Perfection, Ariana thought. Lexa seemed happy and completely normal, which was a huge relief. Not many girls would have been able to hold it together after witnessing a friend kill another so-called friend in self-defense—and then help bury the body in her very own backyard. Luckily, Lexa was proving to be more resilient than most. In the past week she hadn’t mentioned that fateful night to Ariana once.

Which made it a lot easier for Ariana to focus on other things. Like scouring the papers for any mention of Kiran Hayes’s disappearance, or of a body washing up on the shore of the Potomac. As of that morning’s Washington Post, there was still no such news. Which was another reason Ariana felt so very relaxed.

“What’s up, gents?” Jasper Montgomery asked, walking over and dropping onto the couch next to Ariana. A leg of Jasper’s dark gray wool pants scratched up against the bare stretch of thigh beneath her plaid skirt. Instantly her skin began to itch, and she moved her leg away.

“Ugh. Another text,” Jasper muttered, looking at his cell. “I rue the day my mother figured out how to use modern technology.”

“What’s she bugging you about?” Adam asked Jasper.

“Travel plans for parents’ weekend,” Jasper replied, his thumbs moving rapidly over his keyboard. “She wants me to try out various hotel rooms this week and let them know which one they should stay in. She has a checklist for me. Quality of concierge service, promptness of room service, size of whirlpool bath . . .”

“Staying in hotels all week sounds like a good deal to me,” Landon said. He tossed a bit of croissant in the air, leaned back, and caught it in his mouth. When he sat up again, his long brown bangs fell perfectly over his right eye. “I’ll do it if you won’t.”

He ever so slightly nudged Maria’s foot with his own, clearly thinking of some alone time for the two of them. Maria pushed her light brown ponytail over her shoulder and edged farther away from him.

“I don’t know, Landon,” Ariana said. “We might be otherwise occupied this week.”

Adam, Landon, Jasper, and Ariana exchanged glances. They were four of the five candidates who were up for initiation in Stone and Grave, an exclusive secret society on campus. They had just gotten through hell week, so initiation had to be right around the corner. The question was when, exactly, would it take place? Lexa was the president of their chapter, so she clearly knew the answer to that question, as did Palmer, who was...