'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝-𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧. Quiet. Shadowed. Dangerous. They don't speak unless they want something. And what they want... is me. They wear their masks like armor. Ghost, Shadow, and Blade-each one darker than the last. I didn't ask for their obsession. I didn't invite their attention. But the moment I disobeyed Rule #1, I became theirs. Now I live by their rules. Every glance. Every breath. Every touch. And if I break just one... There will be consequences. 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." I was born untouchable. The spoiled, sharp-mouthed daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. The girl draped in designer clothes, guarded by killers, with a last name that makes people flinch. And one day? This entire empire will be mine. But until then, I'm content breaking rules, causing chaos, and driving the men my father hires to protect me absolutely insane. And none of them hate me more than Elias Cross. My personal bodyguard. Six-foot-four of brooding, dangerous sin in a suit. Paid to protect me. Forbidden to touch me. I can see it in the way his jaw clenches when I tease him. In the way his cold stare darkens when I push too far. It was forbidden for him to touch me & for me to seduce him. It started as a game. A wicked little power play between a spoiled mafia brat and the man sworn to keep her in line. Now, it's spiraling into obsession. Stolen touches. Dark threats. And possessive promises whispered in the dark. Some men protect you from monsters. Some are the monsters. And Elias Cross was mine the moment he laid eyes on me.

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)