Captive

"I need to go," I mumbled. Before I could take another breath, he had me pinned against the wall. "You aren't going to move another inch," his voice grew husky, and I watched his crystal blue eyes begin to cloud. "Your majesty," I began. I felt the knots in my stomach tangle further at his close proximity. "Let me...

The Anatomy of Bad Boys

As he chugged the bottle of clear liquid that was tightly held in his tattooed hand, I watched his lips go to the opening and take a forbidden sip. I desperately wanted to know what they would feel like on me. As he pulled out his third cigarette that hour, I should have asked what he was trying to gas out. But I was...