clary fairchild, a young adult who wants nothing more than pass her final year of high school with complete peace and stress free obstacles. she isn't very social and has a rebellious mind especially when going to one of the most rich, educational schools in new york. she gets challenge to enter one of the most popular and dangerous night clubs in brooklyn for five hundred dollars if she gets pass security and lasts ten minutes. everything goes smoothly until clary sees a man get killed by none other than jace herondale--the right hand man of the latin-american mafia leader. e x c e r p t "keep pissing me off and i won't hesitate to rip off that short dress and fuck you in front of everyone so they can witness just how much of a screamer you can become." clary's pale cheeks became red as she rolled her eyes towards jace well acting if that didn't make her weak in the knees and warm all over her body. she put a strong face expression, crossed her arms across her chest making her cleavage pop out more than it already is, "you don't have the guts." jace smirks dangerously while checking out her body language knowing very well his first set of words got to her and that she clearly wanted to feel the excitement so he grabs her small waist and pulls their body super close making clary feel his throbbing c*ock against her lower torso, "you sure about that." ©2019 starlight_jjk
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