"Why don't you just leave me alone?" I spit at him, the anger laced in my voice angered him and I loved it. I watched as he clenched his jaw, staring at me as his eyes darkened; walking up to me, soon towering over me making me realize how small I was under him. "Because," he tilted his head, walking me back up against the stone wall, my back slamming against it, sending a shock down my body. "You're the only girl that doesn't beg on their knees for me," he leaned closer to me, his breath fanning my face, his curly hair brushing against my forehead. Suddenly his hand pounced onto my neck, tightly grabbing it, causing me to let out a loud gasp. I brought both of my hands to cover his, but he was much stronger than me-and watching him watch me struggle, I noticed a wicked grin crawl onto his face. He leaned in closer, his lip brushing against my ear, and I feel him smirk. "And it fucking infuriates me." All Rights Reserved to jegulusarcturus on Wattpad. Copyrighted 2021 best ranks #1 in spice #55 in hp #41 in draco malfoy #38 in harrypotterfanfic

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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