[MAFIA FICTION] ___________ "Look what we have here.. " He spoke, smirking, in his deep sensual voice that made me skip few heartbeats and my breath. The way his voice teased me, showed he knew how bad I'm craving it. I covered my burning red face, squirming, shyly. "Oh No, No, baby , if you do that, how will I get a view of the moment that I waited for so long, my Blossom" he whispered, pinning my hands over my head firmly, positioning himself between my legs once again to have a view of me under his dominance and control. His intense stares made me go crazy. I could feel my heart pounding on trampoline in my chest. I couldn't believe this breathtaking inked God was so close to me, in such an intimate moment that I only dreamt of.. Thinking of all this made me bit my lip and look away in overwhelming shyness. He grabbed my face with his hand made me face him, "If my baby looks away one more time, I'll have to reconsider the reward. I want you to look at me and only me... Am I clear, Blossom?" he spoke, his voice producing a sense of vibration throughout my body everytime he spoke. ____________

They hated each other since they were kids. Shane Brontë was the boy who made fun of her hair in kindergarten. He laughed when she scrapped her knee when she fell in fifth grade. And he moved away when they were in seventh grade, saying one last thing before he left. "When I come back, I will be a lot worse. You think that I am bad now? Just wait." Then he returns as a senior, and he is no longer a lanky boy. He is muscled, and mysteriously hot. He is going for the kill, to break her. But what if he falls for her before he can?? Despite her hate for Shane, Bianca James feels oddly attracted to Shane. Will she succumbed to him, even as she thinks that she is being played? Is he playing her, or is he really falling for her? |#24 in romance 05/10/19| |#20 in bullying 04/16/19| |#16 in Highschool 04/25/19| |#41 in TeenRomance 08/15/20| Copyright © 2019 All Rights Reserved This book was written by me and I will not deal with plagiarism.