Married to the Bad Boy (Published, Sample Only)

Married to the Bad Boy (Published, Sample Only)

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I didn't marry him out of love, nor because I liked him. I didn't marry him for his family money or wealth, or for popularity. Truth be told, I could care less about this guy and who he was. I Married the Bad Boy for protection. Kami's life was hell. Until the bad boy came along to save her. She never had an easy life. Most of her teenage years, all she had were bruises and bad memories. Her mother had married another man whose happiness came from hurting her. But when Brandon appeared in her life, some things were about to change. He had seen the bruises, and how it pained her. So he did something about it. He married her to protect her. But did Kami make the right decision marrying him? All the men in her life either left her, like her father did, or hurt her, as was the case with her step-father. There was no guarantee that Brandon wouldn't leave her, or hurt her. What would happen to her life now that she was married to the bad boy? Will he be able to keep her from harm?
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Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

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