Badboys Possession

Badboys Possession

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Meet ava who just moved with her mom from Florida to Claifornia because of a bad ex-boyfriend. She has to finish her last year in high school and makes a promise to not have any boyfriends since her last left her with a scar. She wants to focus on her grades so she can go to a good college. She doesn't expect to catch the badboys eye or to become his possession maybe even obsession. ________ "I don't think you understand so maybe I'm just going to have to fucking make you" he growls grabbing my wrists and pinning them above the headboard. I gasp and shake my head, trying to get out of his strong grip. He gives me a smirk and grabs my chin making me look at him "maybe after I'm done with you kitten you'll finally learn who you belong to" "Listen all I wanted was some chocolate" I grumble.
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There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

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