"You say you want nothing to do with this life," he breathed, alighting my skin. "And yet, you come to me, time and time again." I fumble around for my words. "I think you'll find you're the one to come to me." His hands come to rest on my hips, pushing me into the wall. "Maybe that's true," he said, lips brushing against my skin with each word, making goosebumps rise all over my skin. I can barely think with the influx of senses he's invoking. "But who can blame me?" "Maybe it's best you stay away from me," I try, even though it's the last thing I want. The last thing in the world. "I don't think that's an option," he says, and then before I can think, his lips come crashing down onto mine.

They hooked up a lot. It was nothing else even if she wanted it to be – which she didn’t. It was convenient because he lived with her best friend – and it was good. What more could she want?

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

"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.

************************NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON**************************** PURCHASE NOW: https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?asin=B0BZKB7B1H&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_K367E9ERQRRDEQB97NPC "You didn't think that I was going to leave it at that, did you?" Aspen asked, arching a brow. Vera's heart stuttered. "What?" Aspen laughed, then grinned. She gently grabbed Vera's wrist and walked them back through the main hall, turning behind the bookshelf marked Historical Fiction, and leading them to the dark corner. "Let me know if you want to stop," Aspen whispered, before pulling Vera close. *** Vera's life changes forever when her sister's best friend, Aspen, shows up drunk at her doorstep one fateful night. While Vera's sister, Layla, likes to dance and party, Vera prefers to read a good book and stay in for the night. Layla and her best friend Aspen are the most popular girls at Hilltop High. Vera never had a boyfriend-she barely even had her first kiss. But when Layla and their parents leave for a dance competition, Aspen shows up drunk at her doorstep and changes everything. Putting a twist on the familiar trope, My Sister's Best Friend is a feel good story of first love, queer romance, and coming of age. *** Warnings: This story contains a healthy dose of cursing, a teasing amount of lingerie, sprinkles of fluff, and of course, girlxgirl action. Also, there are underlying sub-themes of cancer with non-main characters, and is not fatal in this story. If any of this triggers you, please don't read my story. *** Highest Rankings: ~ #1 story on the gxg and girlxgirl list ~ #1 story on the lesbian romance list ~ #2 story on the lgbt pride list 🏳️‍🌈 ~ #1 story on the freethelgbt list ~ #1 story on the wattpride list ~ #2 story on the bisexual list ~ #19 story on the fluff list ~ #158 story on the teen fiction list ~ #98 story on the lgbt list

robin des bois - french, meaning "robin hood" Isis Greene is a girl with an unconventional hobby. She steals from the rich to give to the poor, or as she believes, restores some much needed balance to the universe. But after one robbery gone wrong, she finds herself in more trouble than she'd ever anticipated, and her life becomes entangled with two boys who are as different from one another as the sun and the moon. And even though the going can get tough, she's about to discover that sometimes, the worst mistakes lead to the best life has to offer. Romance | New Adult | Mystery

DISCONTINUED. " Villains aren't born, babydoll, they're made. " // Gray Hawking's life is shrouded in everything dangerous. In the past four years, that's all it's been. Though her current life is lived in a bloodbath and is full of debt, everything that has tainted her very being isn't what haunts her. Gray wants freedom, but she knows that one suspicious step can be the end for her. When Gray finally realizes that the Irish Mafia just might never let her go, she figures she's got nothing to lose. Then she meets Elijah. Full of mysteries and lies, Gray can't help but be drawn to him. His touch is like a wildfire, something Gray hasn't ever experienced before. She knows that it's next to impossible to be with someone without putting their life in danger, but little does she know that Elijah's got a whole set of secrets on his own. // I don't own any of the media that I attach to my chapters, unless I state otherwise. #myyouth #projectbadgirls #projectbadassgirls #projectbadboys

❝You think I'm a bounty hunter?❞ Well that surely wasn't how Leia Kar imagined her first conversation with Quinn Carter would go. Hell, she didn't think they would ever have a first conversation. 「 detailed summary inside #hiddengemsawards winner 2017 Gold Awards Humor 2nd Place winner 2017 Blooming Authors Awards Humor 2nd Place winner 2017 The Writers' Olympics Awards 2nd Place winner #61 in humor - 08.17.17 」 Copyright © 2016 by trapdoctorx. All Rights Reserved.

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After Faith's father decides to return back to his work at the mines, her world changes. She is left to live on her own and rent out the bottom floor of her house to a stranger. A car crash and fist-fight later, Faith discovers that her new roommate is indeed the arrogant boy who crashed into her car, who she has an instant hate for. Left alone, with the new 'bad boy' of the town, living in her house... what kind of trouble has Faith got herself into? Cover by: -anthem © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.