I know why hes punishing me. its cause I was being a lil brat earlier. Sassing him in front of everyone at the office today. But i wanted this. i needed this. He hadn't talked to me in two days. How else was I suppose to get his attention. Shawn got up from his chair, and walked around his desk. Eyes on me the whole time. Racking over my body. "You wanted my fuckin attention, Destiny?" His deep sexy voice said. he was so calm, but that was only on the outside. I know he was still pissed. This made me excited. He comes to stand behind me. pushing himself against me. showing me what I wanted. His thick hardness was teasing me. I move to turn around but he stops me. Slowly moves his hands up my body. Gripping my curvy waist, up my rib cage going over my needy breast grazing my nipples along that way. He takes one hand and grabs me by my throat . The other is gripping my hair. He lightly squeezes my neck. not enough to take away my air, but it was enough. "well yu got it!" He growls.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

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[COMPLETED] "I'm so lonely, Angel." I tell her from my seated position, looking up at her. "I just want to be loved, please." She strokes my cheek and smiles gently. "I'm here now." It's been three years since Camil has seen his family and the girl that he met at the hospital. He's gone down a dark path and there's only one person who can show him the light. One person that can make him whole again. His Angel. *SPIN OFF TO IN CONTROL* It's definitely advised that you read the first book otherwise you may be slightly confused.

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"Fuck it." He muttered. Reid smashed his lips onto mine, his hands wandering into my hair. I moaned into the kiss, causing him to pick me up and slam my body against the wooden walls of the warehouse. "You're mine." He growled as he bit down on my plump bottom lip, devouring me. - Claire has always been called "too crazy" and "deranged." What happens when she meets her match, the most feared gang leader in the North, Reid Braxton?

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Lashawn Ball is the little sister of The Ball Brothers Lamelo, Liangelo, and Lonzo Ball. Lashawn doesn't really have the best relationship with her brothers or dad because she doesn't take interest in basketball like her brothers. She's closer to her mom one's her number 1 best friend. This 16 years old has a lot of talent yet her brothers nor dad know nothing on how talented she is at all. She can play ball but no one in her family even knows not even her mom. Only her 2 best friends know what will happen when her family start to uncover her secrets little by little.

"Take me home," I tell him. "You are home my sweet love." "I'm not your love. I don't know you. Take me home." "I am afraid that I will be unable to do that Layla, this is your home now." he says, his voice flat. . . . . . Layla Monroe is focused on trying to secure her spot in the New York Philharmonic Orchestra when she starts receiving gifts from a secret admirer. She welcomes it, being both lonely and flattered. But one late night, she finds out her secret admirer's gifts come with a price. This is my first ever story! Sorry if there are grammar and format mistakes but I hope you enjoy!

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)