this is in no shape or form my work, I'm just simply putting it onto wattpad for you to read. all credit goes to; Hannah/ han-rawr disclaimer, this contains sexual scenes, and some swearing cover is by myself

Sequel for dark Disclaimer. This is in no shape or form my work, I'm just simply putting it onto wattpad for you to read. All credit goes to; Hannah/ han-rawr cover by myself

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

Check out the His series; His Lust For Her, His Every Need and His One Desire. They're up on my page and better than this cappy book. Warning, they are dark romances and not for the faint hearted. Check them out! Also, HIS GIRL IS NOT APART OF THE HIS SERIES! Thank you. - *DON'T READ, IT'S SHITTY* "You scare me sometimes." I tell him honestly. "I scare you sometimes," He repeats mockingly, making me nod my head and then back away form him as he starts to walk toward me like I'm prey from him. "Yeah, even more now. Will you quit." I hiss at him as my back hits the wall and then he's in front of me. "No," he drawls, placing his hands on either side of the wall close to my head. He leans closer to me and runs the tip of his nose along my collarbone making my breath hitch in my throat, "I like seeing you this way," He whispers. "What way?" I squeak then suppress a small moan when his lips brush my neck and place a hot kiss on my skin. "Scared of me." Suddenly he's gone. I blink form my haze and look at him in confusion as he leans against the wall opposite of mine. "Why?" "Why what?" I swallow, "Why do you like me being scared of you?" I whisper, half curious and half scared of the answer. "Because you should be." - Editing.