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FIRE (Harry Styles)

FIRE (Harry Styles)

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Harry Styles
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COMING SOON (SNEAK PEAK) Kennedy Carter He's made of fire. People say I'm the tall glass of water that's needed to burn him out. He just doesn't know it yet, and I just don't want to believe it yet. *** He was close, too close, and I was now against the cold, brick wall.  "Well here's news for you sweetheart, I don't play fair. Never have, never will." I kept myself in control, not letting my breathing hitch at our proximity, or at the rate his deep, raspy voice sent shivers down my spine. I raised my hands to his chest, pushing him back so I could breathe. He took a step back. "Good," I crossed my arms, "because a fair game is never a fun game." His emerald eyes lit up as he let out a low chuckle. "Touché baby." One of my eyebrows quirked up in question and I couldn't resist asking, "So am I just a game to you then? Your next catch?" The humor left his eyes, all sincerity taking its place as he looked at me. "No, you're a challenge. A challenge I intend on figuring out, head to toe, inside and out." The intensity and passion that his eyes were filled with when he spoke these words sent shivers down my spine. He took a step forward and uncrossed my arms, leaning his body into mine once again, making me flush against the cold, brick wall. He buried his hands into my waist and his head into the crook of my neck, peppering kisses wherever his lips lead him. "Head to toe," his husky voice whispered into my skin, "inside and out." I let out a sigh in pleasure as his lips repeatedly made contact with my skin, and wound my arms around his neck to rest at his nape as my fingers tangled in his hair. He was intoxicating.
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College break takes a turn when Aria Lanes get abducted and hold captive by a man she later finds charming then soon desires. Her abductor was paid to kill her, but for an unexplained reason, he wouldn't, but he choose to protect her from any danger. Aria couldn't resist admiring his elegant posture, muscles, turn-on, and good looks wanted to be more closer to him. He couldn't resist that she couldn't resist him, so he craved her. Her flawless abductor had a rule, and she had to submit herself to him to get what they both wanted. Warning: Sexual explicit, expletives and violence, 16+ - What a menace! "You can't do that, Lorenzo!" I growl at him. He smirks viciously at me. "I own you. I can do anything to you, my Kitten," he says, dominatingly, then leans over me, rubbing his hardness against my wettness as I pull my hands in desire. I can't with the torture I want him to rail me! But I was still too close to my release when he left me, so I'm going to cum either way, but it won't feel the same. Of course, I will feel pleasure, but I want his help with it. His hardness rubs against me, going over my wetness but is not entering me as I want him to. "T-this is what you're going to do all d-day?" I mutter, knowing this is torture, and he's getting pleasure from it. "Yes," my warm liquid explodes out of me, making me roll my eyes to the back of my head, causing my back to arch in bliss. "Ah, you did it," he growls before he starts beating his hardness against me. I want him inside me! No, no, I can't do this shit. I begin to whine my hips against him, but that isn't good enough for my liking. He continues to beat his dick against me faster, and I start squirting all over him. My heat, exploding. Shit! I need him. - P.S Most of the chapters are not edited, or correct. This book was written when I was in high school.

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