In love with the bad boy

In love with the bad boy

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"Screw Connor your mine" just then i forgot about the date i had with Connor at 12. I try to push Adam off of me but he just started kissing my neck. He nibbled a little harder then before. I moaned in pleasure not trying to hold it back. I get up and push him off of me. I look back down at him and realize something then start laughing "You might want to take care of that" i said while trying to hold back my laugh. He looks down and notices a lump in his pants. "I can always count on you to make me hard" he said while smirking at me. I ignore his comment and walk into my bathroom i look in the mirror and see he left a hickey the size of Alaska "Adam!!" i yell at the top of my lungs. I hear him laughing. I storm out of my bathroom and make my way to Adam. He's just sitting there laughing at me. I thought about what i was going to do to get him back, then the perfect idea came into my head. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out some pink silk booty shorts and a see through lace top. I made myself look all sexy before walking out of the bathroom. I walked over to him and playfully seduced him.
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18 + my book has matured content "FUCK YOU! Fuck you, Ace!" I sobbed, the words coming out as a broken mess. I lunged for the handle and flung the door open, desperate for air-desperate for anyone who didn't look at me with that much cruelty. My eyes instantly collided with Carter's. His baby blue eyes were no longer nervous; they were blazing with a protective rage. He stood nearly as tall as Ace, his own ink-covered arms shaking with a fury that matched the man behind me. Beside him, Nichole was shaking, too, her face a mask of pure terror as she saw the state of me. Their expressions shifted in a heartbeat, their gazes darting behind me. I didn't even have time to see the shadow. A massive, calloused hand clamped onto my waist, hauling me backward off my feet with a violent jerk. Ace didn't even acknowledge the two of them; he just ignored their presence entirely and slammed the heavy steel door shut, the bolt sliding home with a finality that felt like a death sentence. "STOP TRYING TO LEAVE!" Ace screamed, his fingers digging into my arm as he hauled me farther into the dark belly of the locker room. I ripped myself from his grasp with a desperate surge of strength, stumbling back. My chest was heaving, my lungs burning as if the room had run out of oxygen. "Maybe I am trying to find someone to prostitute myself out to! Maybe Cox wants to buy me for a night! He needs someone to cheer him up after his fucking loss!" I lunged at him, shoving his chest with both hands, over and over. He didn't even flinch. It was like trying to push back a mountain of stone and ink. I felt like I was being choked, my breath coming in jagged, shallow hitches while my makeup smeared down my face, mixing with the hot tracks of my tears. I didn't know if I was crying because I was outraged or because I was completely devastated; I just knew I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to feel just an inch of the jagged glass cutting through me right now. (Cover is AI it's fake.)

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