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211 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 13, 2013
Sugar, if I wanted my dick wet, I could get it wet anywhere, with anyone. I don’t want my dick wet. I want it fuckin’ drenched, drippin’ and surrounded in you."
Her mother's daughter
"One day a man is going to come along and sweep you away. He's going to give you that feeling that you can't go back on, that feeling that will change your world."
He's a biker.
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*I like bikers stars*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“I’ve been in a place I don’t really want to share with the world. I know what it’s like to have a story you don’t want to tell. Not all stories have to be told, you know, sometimes…sometimes they are better left closed.”
“You’re mine. You can argue that, you can run, you can play games, but the in the end, the result is still the same. I won’t be lettin’ you go anytime soon. Best you fuckin’ learn to live with it. If I didn’t think you wanted this as much as me, I would let you walk away, but you know as well as I do, this goes far deeper than sex.”
Feeling means losing, and I can’t lose. My mother might have fucked up my life when I was younger, but it doesn’t mean I have to live like that forever. I’m free now, and I plan on doing everything I can to fight for the life I know I deserve.
“You dirty dance,” he growls , leaning down to my ear. “It’s with me.”
“You kiss,” he snarls. “It’s with me.”
“You get fuckin’ touched, it’s by me.”
“You fuck,” he hisses. “It’s with my fuckin’ cock inside you.”
“You might not think you’re worth fighting for, or breathing for, but let me tell you, sugar – everyone deserves to be fought for, even those who think they aren’t worth it.”
“You didn’t think my mother raised me in a nice neighborhood with rainbows and lollipops, did you?" He looks shocked. The big, bad-ass biker looks shocked. “Yeah, I fuckin’ did.”
Well, news flash, this little black duck does not follow rules, in fact, she likes to break all those rules.
“I hate you when you’re bossy,” I say, before spinning on my heel. “You fuckin’ love me, you moody little shit.”
He picked up my pieces and put me back together, even when I thought no glue would hold. Turns out Cade was my glue, and in a sense, I think I am his.