❝Sadist,❞ I accused. ❝You only brought me to New York so you could torture me.❞ ❝Masochist.❞ Grinning, he pressed his forehead to mine. ❝You stay because you like it.❞ His charming green eyes promised me more. ❝Enjoy it; I want you to. When your mom died, you lost everything; I want the rest of your life to be beautiful. And shiny.❞ Hooking the gold chains at my neck, Tyler pulled me in for a kiss sweet like the bubbly, urging my hips back and forth with his hands. ❝Tell me again,❞ I said, holding his perfectly unshaven face, falling for the portrait of his utmost concentration. Foamy water sloshed the sides of the tub, Tyler gripping the rail as we kept the rhythm. ❝That part, when you said I can have it, that it's not too much.❞ I needed to hear it, as badly as I needed to feel him inside me. ❝It's yours, Aaliyah.❞ Tyler's upturned gaze never wavered as he promised me the world. ❝Everything.❞ * * * Aaliyah must choose - stoke the fire or kill the flames...

Lennon's dad, Axel is out of the grave and walking the Earth, willing and able to destroy anything that comes between him and his prize, even his own blood. But Axel of all people should know; defeat doesn't run through the family veins. So, who has the nerve to pull the trigger? Never underestimate a girl who used to make bread for a living, Harry Styles learnt that. However, Axel isn't the only one who wants a hint of drama, Lennon is at the number one spot of another hit list. One nineteen year old girl can only take so much, and sometimes it's too much for even the person you love to save you...

"that mouth of yours is too dirty for that pretty face." + lowercase intended highest rank: fanfiction #6