Novel & Cerita I Always Like To Play With Fire

Fire burned through me with a numbing intensity, and a cry tore past my lips. Heat! Ivy and I were on heat! Fuck

I feel like I'm playing with fire and every instinct screams at me to step back. But I can't.

I melted under him, consumed by the fire he stoked so easily. It was reckless. Dangerous. Addictive. And I didn’t want it to stop.

"Don't forget we read the letter together ." Yeah..we read it together. She saw it first and I'm even more worried now. I nod slowly. "It’s probably nothing. Just someone playing games." "But what if it’s not?" Her voice is softer now, cautious. "Then someone lied. About everything." She shifts beside me, legs crossed beneath her. "What was she like?" The question knocks something loose inside me. "She was...fire," I say, staring at the screen but not watching. "Bright. Wild. You couldn't tell her no without getting burned."

“You’re playing with fire. And that man? He is fire.” I met his eyes in the reflection of the window. “I know,” I said. “I just hope I don’t get burned first.”

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...

It felt like I was in a dangerous game. And if I wasn’t careful, I’d get burned. Follow my I. G: @authormiragreen.

I’m playing with fire and all I want to do is stand inside the flames and dance. Liam cups my ass and squeezes me against his hardening length. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I twisted the dolls hair before I threw the doll into the garbage as Mary lit it on fire with a match. “You’re right, Clover. It never is good to play with fire. The problem is, when you tease the fire with a bit of oil, it’s only going to get bigger,” I said a loud, turning my chair and looking back at Mary. "Lucky will be no more," Mary agreed.

“You’re playing fire my little mate.” “Maybe I want to play with a little fire, maybe I want to see how hot said fire can get.”