NIGHT RIDE | H.S | BOOK TWO

NIGHT RIDE | H.S | BOOK TWO

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Harry Styles
[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I used to walk through this city like I was being hunted. Now I walk through it like I own the fucking place. We're on the edge of something big. Bigger than Quincy. Bigger than turf wars. The kind of big that rewrites who owns this city. __ "I'll protect you," I murmur. "No matter what it costs." "I know," she whispers. "But let me protect you, too." I close my eyes. Because I don't know how to be protected. Not really. But if it's her? I might actually let her try. We stay like that for a long time. Quiet. Still. Until she whispers, "He doesn't own you, Harry. You're not his." I nod, eyes still closed. "I know. I'm yours." ___ !!! THE SECOND BOOK - make sure you read joyride first!
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[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)

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