The Wolf Who Cried Her
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Last published Wed, Dec 28, 2016
He was the big bad wolf.
She was the small, good girl.
When their lives entangle into a web of passion,
Who will make it out alive?
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Excerpt;
His cold touch was foreign to her warm soft skin. Leaning closer, he moved his fingers on her fragile face outlining her gentle features. His icy breath sent shivers down her spine. Those blue eyes shattered the barrier holding up her secrets.
They knew everything from one glance into her chocolate brown eyes.
He pushed the few strands of her hair aside and quietly whispered,
"When I call you, you come to me. I own you now, don't you forget Scarlet."
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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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