Bad Boys Never Fall (St. Mary's, #2)

by S.J. Sylvis

Good girls like her weren’t made for guys like me. And bad boys never fell for girls like her.

ohmygod please stop

He would never fucking touch her again. And neither would I.

I was proud. I was so fucking proud—even knowing that she was full of hatred for me right now—that she wasn’t cowering away.

I hate you. Hearing those words cut me deeper than I thought possible. But they were needed.

Exactly

Anger simmered as I shoved my hands in my pockets, putting more space between Gemma and me. So fucking badly did I want to pull her in close and kiss her to erase everything that had just happened. But at the same time, I wanted to express how angry I was that she went behind my back and snuck out of St. Mary’s.

sir- YOU DKNT HAVE THE RIGHT

Do you care for me? Because the things you said…” She trailed off, and I felt my stomach pull. Say no. Make her hate you. Do it. “Yes.” Fuck.

“Why do you care? I’m just another piece of fresh ass, right?”

😀🔪

“I wasn’t lying when I said fucking you was like fucking an angel. Or that it was nice and pure.”

“Every time I fucking touched you, it was like touching an angel, Gemma. Perfect and captivating. I felt unworthy every single time.”

as you should duck off

Everything was so messed up,

It was the first time I’d seen her smile all day, and it was like we were back to the beginning, when she had first started at St. Mary’s. I had been trying to figure her out from the very second I’d laid eyes on her,

In fact, I was pretty certain that I’d lost myself in her, and she’d found herself in me.

The hurt I was used to was tangible. Richard didn’t slice away at my heart like Isaiah did, so I wasn’t used to this silent, underlying pain.

The only good thing was that I could hide my emotions. I couldn’t do that with the scars along my wrists.

I didn’t like seeing her like this. My heart screamed, and I needed it to stop. I needed her little snarky remarks to come back. I begged for her rightful anger to rear its head again so she could stop bleeding out in front of me.

“Gemma, baby. I want you to breathe.”

“I can’t.” Her breaths were ragged, and I wanted to breathe for her. I wanted to give her every ounce of oxygen in my lungs. “You can.” I gripped her face harder and pulled back, looking down into her eyes. “Breathe for me.”

“Make what stop?” “Everything. My mom begged...” She sniffled, and I broke. “I don’t... I can’t…” Her eyes shut, more tears coming out of the corners. “I don’t want to feel anything right now.”

“You’re mine,” I whispered against her sweet taste. “Give me everything you have. I’ll take it.”

I wanted her forever. I saw nothing but her. I felt nothing but her. She was my goddamn kryptonite, which was exactly why I needed to let her go. One last time.

“Everything is so fucked up,”

“But I am in this, Isaiah! I’ve been in the middle of this the entire time! Which I’m sure you knew well before you dipped your cock inside me!”

OH- BABES

Gemma Richardson will be the death of you, Isaiah. If she gets hurt because of you, you will never fucking forgive yourself.”

I swallowed, looking down at her lips. They were nothing like Gemma’s, and I hated it.

“Tell me you hate me. Tell me to fucking leave, Gemma. Please.”

“Fuck tomorrow.” Isaiah sat down in the dingy chair that was in the corner, and my legs fell over both sides of him. “You’re mine tonight.”

“No fucking way will I let you suck me off in this disgusting, dirty fucking basement with your knees scraped up because of something my father did.”

I- okay

“I think I might fucking love you, Gemma.” My heart stopped as my eyes shut, trying to push away the uncertainty of everything to come. “But I can’t.”

Tiny beads of water ran over the curve of his jaw, and I swallowed. He was so beautiful.

“I know how trauma can change people, Gemma. That’s why you and I are the way that we are. That’s why you and I have something no one else does. That’s why we share a connection. We’re the same.”

his lips touched mine, and I fell into him. I fell hard and swiftly, and it was irreversible. We gripped one another tightly, and I didn’t think either of us wanted to let go.

“Baby.”

IM GONNNA CRY

His stare drove into mine, and with the silvery moonlight streaming through the window behind him, he didn't even look human. He looked too perfect to be real.

voice was breathy as I watched him trail light kisses around the entire diameter of my scarred wrist.

The feel of his large hands, so sturdy and protective, gripping my waist had every thought vanishing.

“I need to touch you,” he whispered, his hot breath coating my ear. A shiver raced down my body, and my back bowed, pushing my butt onto his hard front. “Let me touch you, baby. Please.”

shorts. “Where else has he hurt you, Gemma? I want to remove his fucking touch from your perfect little body.” Tears sprang to my eyes, and my answer was blunt. “Everywhere. He’s hurt me everywhere.”

not the little🥴

“Mine,” he growled, nipping my lips again. “And I will break every one of his fingers for hurting you.”

“I’ll protect you, Gemma. Even when you’re gone.”

“I fucking love feeling you come apart for me. I fucking love feeling you move against me, chasing that high that you deserve over and over again. It’s addicting, and I can’t stop myself from wanting every single part of you.”

“You are fucking beautiful, and you deserve the world,”

“I fucking love you, Gemma. So much that I would burn the world down for you.”

“I love you, and I will not stop trying to make the world a better place for someone like you.”

“I like seeing you like this,” I said, placing my hands down on the table that separated us. Her fingers were fiddling over the woven string of her journal like she was nervous. “Like what?” I hummed under my breath. “Flushed.” I fought back a grin when her cheeks grew even more red. “And…” My chest cracked slightly. “And happy. You look happy.”

“I meant every word I said last night, Gemma.” My chin dipped, and my tone grew serious. “You are addicting, and all fucking day,

I didn’t want to watch her break and feel the world caving in on us.

it. Gemma and I together could put stars in the sky. That was how it felt when we touched. It was…intense and powerful. All-consuming. Like the fucking universe swallowing everything in its path. My ribs felt like they were ready to crack open at any given second with her in my arms. It was terrifying.

Gemma wrapped her arms around her middle and shivered. I stood up and whipped my black jacket off before handing it to her. She graced me with a thankful smile, and I paused at the sight of it, lingering on her soft beauty.

chest. Her skin felt so warm as I ran my thumb in small circles underneath her shirt.

“You think you can catch me?” Her white teeth sunk into her lip, and I hurriedly swiped my thumb over it. I gazed into her eyes, feeling myself snap in two. “I won’t stop until I do.”