« When our eyes first locked I felt my body shiver, I never knew I could want someone so badly » *** Maybe it's wrong Maybe it's toxic Maybe we're too young But it's love. Rough love *** DracoXreader 16 and up (viewers discretion is advised) A love fanfiction with a spicy turn. Year 4 to undefined (but they are 16) Smut warning Kind of a slow (yet still fast) burn Highest rank: #1 dracofanfic #4 draco #18 fanfiction #1 dracoxreader #2 bold #1 daddydraco #5 16andup #12 wizards #1 tease #3 spicy #2 hogwarts #40 dracomalfoy #1 dracolovestory

I have found an ideal life. I have a loving husband, no work and no danger. This is exactly what I wanted when I ran away and changed my identity. But I just didn't think that I would have a thirst to be in danger. Next to him. Especially next to him. And sometimes our desires come back into our lives with a nasty cry, "I'm back from your past." I am crazy because I knew that he will find me and I love it.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.