"I'm yours," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "That's right." Then Harry's lips were pressed viciously onto mine. But this kiss wasn't about passion. No. It was about power. Harry wanted me to feel his power over me, and I did. With every gasp of breath, with every touch of his tongue, with every move he made...
In which a quiet girl trying to get through her last year of high school by avoiding all conflict in her school and sitting in the back. She didn't expect a new math teacher who also became her new volleyball coach which made her plans to have a chill last year into chaos. #1 in Fanfiction
❝I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me why you can't leave me, Claire!❞ he shouts into the empty room, right at my tearful eyes. ❝Because my feet fail me walking through the door! My knees turn to liquid, my arms lose all strength, and my mind scatters until the only thing I can think about is how I can't lose...