The Bad Boy's Fire

Excerpt:
I look to my left and there he is, staring at me from across the room. His eyes dark, pupils dilated, and fists clenched. I smirk and slowly make my way over to where he stands. As soon as I stop in front of him he grabs my wrist, drags me up the stairs to a room, and pins me to the wall. "If he ever fucking touches you again, I'll kick his ass" he growls while pulling me closer "you're mine! Okay? I hate that all these bastards even get to look at you, they're unworthy of it, and for him to put his hands on you... it's taking all my self-control not to go back down there to show all those assholes what happens when they touch what belongs to me!" He whispers.

Next thing I know, I'm being tossed onto the bed. I stare up at him and he's got that dangerous look in his eyes, the one that makes me shiver because I know what's to come. 'Hmm, maybe I have to piss him off more.'

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*This story has a cliché theme, but I'll try to change up situations and events!

Mature Content. (You may have to follow to read certain chapters)

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