Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

❝𝐑𝐚𝐞..❞ ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫...𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥..❞ ☀︎︎ ☀︎︎ ☀︎︎ She's the brightest girl you could possibly ever encounter, eyes shining as bright as the sun when you're in 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. He's the boy from the high school dramas, the epitome of a bad boy with a closed-off personality screams from him when you're in 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. Two broken pieces make a full. When a broken soul meets an angel..but are opposites supposed to attract? Was Reed re-encountering Rae a coincidence? or just his best friend's sister after all? A racer in and out, but an angel at heart. Will they save each other, again? Or Break themselves in the process? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨: mature- strong language, (18+) content. 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: #1 - StreetRacing. #1 - Tracks. #3 - Encounter.

A reverse button has been pressed - at what place are we now paused at in Francesca and Ethan's journey? Four months have passed, what happened since that evening in January? Did she get the help she so desperately needed? Did he keep up his end of the bargain? Only time will tell. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Strong Language and Sexual themes - Smut, Drugs and Alcohol. - - - ~ ≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ ~ "You're such a desperate whore, aren't you, huh?" He asks, and I nod, screwing my eyes closed, his words making the knot in my belly tighten further. "Then you're going to wait." "What-" I'm opening my eyes, seeing his hand reach for his belt. In a blink of an eye, he's ripping it out of the hoops, and he's grabbing my wrists, restraining them. "This okay?" He checks, his guard lowering, and I nod, biting on my lower lip. "Use your words, baby." "Yeah, it's okay." I say breathlessly.

Forced to return to Italy after a huge argument with her father because of her newly one-year-old. Could Stassia face going back to where it all started? Her mum wants her to go live with her. But, there's one thing stopping her. Him. He caused what keeps her up all night, He caused what makes her watch cartoons every day. The baby that he surprisingly put in her tummy. Baby Aurora. Can she finally tell him after leaving without even a goodbye? Finally when she is faced with him ... will she tell him about his own child or will she leave for good? ───────── ∙ ~εïз~ ∙ ───────── "Stassi." I force myself to look up, his honey brown eyes piercing down at me. This is wrong. So wrong. But the more it is, the more I'm enjoying him. He doesn't know about Aurora, yet, he's here. In front of me. With his lips attached to mine. If Rose finds out...