"Let me go Andre." I told him with tears at the brink of my eyes. " No, tell me you love me, tell me you need me. Tiffany tell me what I want." he said breathing down my neck while holding me hostage against the wall. "No I dont." "Yes you do.....please" He was right I did love him and I needed him. " I-I love you Andre" i cried. "I know baby I know." He connected his lips onto mine. I never thought this would happen. He wanted me for me and love me for me. *This story is not edited. Please excuse all mistakes!*

Description in the first Chapter

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.