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"Mark my words, baby. Controlling people's feelings is a slippery slope." He said, the tattoo of the on his forearm reinforcing the dangerous tone in his voice. His utterly hoarse, sexy voice. Aura Adams has been nothing but a shell of a person. She cruised through life like she was waiting for it to end. Maybe it was because of her absent father, or her late mother, but whatever it was, it caused her to be unfeeling. Until she met them. The ones who know what means to be emotionally manipulated. With the snap of their fingers, they could make you shiver with fear or delirious with lust. They could make you ache with passion or miserable with sadness. They. Could. Control. Your. Emotions. But don't fret, they won't harm you. Physically. #Wattys2016
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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