Black In White

Black In White

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"No way!" my eyes widened and I ran towards the door. But he beat me to it and carried me over his shoulder to his bed. "Put me down you psycho!" I screamed wiggling out of his grip. "Okay. You asked for it." and with that he dropped me on his bed. I fell with a loud thud. "Urgh I hate you." I groaned rubbing my butt. "Nope you love me too much for that," he replied. He was now over me, straddling my hips. He leaned in and for the first time in 3 weeks we kissed. It started off gentle, soft and sweet and I closed my eyes to savour it. But then he became more rough and demanding. My eyes flew open as he started taking things to a different level. He started sucking on my neck roughly and I felt gross. "Dylan... Please stop..." Hey guys!! For more info check out the book. Dedicated to Rubixcube8921 for her book, The Good Girl's Bad Boys Read, vote, comment and share. Love y'all and keep rocking the free world✌✌✌
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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