He doesn't stop and continues to kiss all over my neck. Without warning, he starts to suck on a spot on my neck. I don't do nothing but close my eyes and grip on to his arm. What is he doing and why does it feel good? I don't want him to stop but at the same time I don't know what he's doing. After a while he stops and licks the spot he just sucked on."Mine forever" --------------------------------- Diem Sallow. Seventeen year old loner. Keeps to her self and focuses on school while trying to keep her dad alive. Has a whole life's worth of pain that she mask to not a be a burden to others. One strawberry smoothie accident and a school spirit shirt causes Diem to bump into the delinquent of the school who is the gang leader of the city. The simple words "You're mine" is what changed Diem forever This story is fast paced in the beginning so just bare with it :) Highest Rankings #1 in delinquent #1 in clingy #1 in wmbw #1 in badboy #1 in bad #1 in dead #2 in gangleader #22 in romance and love

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

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