"If you turn your back to me again, you better be bending over, sweetheart."
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Everyone warns you about boys who go looking for troubles, who have bruised knuckles and split lips, whose eyes are so dark that it seems like they could swallow oceans and come out alive, about the boys who look like danger, but no one warns about boys who stay silent for way too long, or ones with rings under their eyes, boys with sad eyes and boys who whisper things so sweet, so quietly that you wonder if he was an angel.
Everyone warns you about the bad boys, but no one seems to warn you about the broken ones.
Bar Red was a broken boy who finally finds someone to help mend his scattered pieces.
Everyone saw him as the untrustworthy, unstable beast who was more than willing to punch anyone's face in.
Swear words and bad habits mixed with smirks and wicked grins are enough to ward anyone off.
But, apparently for Clementine, that's exactly what pulls her in.
She has no clue what she's getting into but she's about to find out. She wasn't innocent, not by far, but she had dignity, a warm aura, niceness, and stubbornness that could rival a mule.
Mix that with Bar's possessiveness and overprotective behavior, some interesting situations will definitely arise.
Adding in the fact that Clementine had to tutor Bar for the rest of the school year and his almost instinctual urge to be apart of her life, they are bound to get close.
Bar swears, Clementine hates it.
He fights, she glares while bandaging up his knuckles.
She reads instead of eats and he refuses dinner until she joins him.
He is rude and she ignores him until he apologizes.
Both, easily, frustrate the other while simultaneously falling into love.
Broken boys are the only ones that can fix themselves so will this broken boy manage to do so before he drives away the one girl who wiggled her way past every barrier?
This is the story of a broken bad boy clashing with the sad good girl.
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#1 in the Red series
Stand alone
"Mine." His low growl of possession took my heart and the fate of my panties. They were soaked through with arousal. Damn it. I stroked his face as he sniffed the air. I prayed he couldn't smell my body's reaction to his. His hand slipped from my waist and traveled to the rip in my dress. "I can smell how much your body craves mine." My breath catches as his hand finds it home at the front of my panties.
"Why don't you just submit yourself to me? Accept that you are mine and mine alone?" His hand was traveling lower, and he found my clit rubbing it through my underwear. I couldn't help but lean my head back and moan out at his skillful administration on my pussy."Moan, my name, my innocent mate. Tell everyone who is making you feel this pleasure."He had ripped my underwear off me and threw them across to hit another tree. He propped me up against the tree, causing me to hold onto his shoulders for support as his fingers took advantage of my spread legs, my dress completely exposing my pussy to him."Absolutely Ravishing."
One of his thick fingers pumped its way into my hole, causing me to moan loudly into his ear. "Seth."
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Seth Knight was not one for romance; everyone at Quillwood High School knew that. If you were a girl, you were in danger of being his next distraction. He would fuck a girl, the girl would fall in love, and he would leave. It was what had always happened. But there was a time before he had become a player. His old best friend, Belle Rivers, the innocent, sweet girl he had known since birth, kept the darkness at bay. Their mothers had been best friends since high school and conceived only months apart. They were destined to be. He was her protector, and she had kept him good, but when his dad died, the darkness crept into his heart, and the only one who could save him was forced to leave him.
"Sample"
(Mature scenes 18 +) {Highest rating # 29 in bestfriends ;) }