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When he finally released her lips, he whispered, "Well, you're my dirty nasty slut for the whole summer. Your ass is mine for the next three months." "I don't get to have you fuck me after the cast comes off?" she pouted. Images of how he could take her without the cast flooded his mind, all the different positions he could fuck her ass in. "Well, maybe longer than three months," he agreed. (End) New story from next Chapter..

“You actually think the worst thing I could do is kill you?” I glare at him and allow my rage to build. It’s a warm rock inside my chest and it’s growing hotter. “I never thought you’d be into brown skin,” I taunt, his gut-wrenching tattoo completely forgotten. He laughs. It’s not a happy sound and it sends chills down my spine. “To me and my men,” he puts the emphasis on men and his smile disappears, “all pussy is pink where it counts.” Heat rises in my cheeks. Fucking asshole.

"I'm on a no-man diet." At least until she learned how to pick them better. She couldn't afford another disaster. Hadn't she learned her lesson? Not to mention, the last person she should even flirt with was a sexy bad boy. And whoever this guy was, he definitely had that look. She'd been there, done that, even had the T-shirt. "Bullshit." Sophia reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a crumpled bill, slamming it down on the counter. "Five bucks says he'll be back tomorrow night and he'll ask you out."

"For someone to love him enough to set him free, or to stay with him. The rules are fuzzy on that part." Marcus backed up a step. "That's insane." "Is it?" Juno smiled, but it didn't reach their eyes. "You've touched him, haven't you? Felt how cold he is? That's not circulation problems, Marcus. That's death. Literal, physical death. He's been dead for a century, give or take. And yet here he is, walking around, talking, looking at you like you're the answer to a question he forgot he asked."

I say with all honesty and casually. "You find me hot?" He grins while arching an eyebrow at me. I gaped. My eyes widened and I just realized that I said he's hot in front of him. Fuck. Oh fuck. I bite my inner cheek. "I... I did?" I ask shyly. He nods. "You just did." Holy shit. Damn Tate! Breathe Tate. I tell myself. Now how are you going to lie to him? He heard it clearly from you that you just called him hot. Oh Jesus, of all words that I could tell him why did it have to be hot? It could've been cool or manly.

She couldn't believe her friend would find anything appealing about him. "But he's hot though, right?" Betty asked, clearly fishing for details. Noah groaned. "You're a gossip and a pervert," she said, though there was a hint of laughter in her voice. "He's a total hottie then?" Betty pressed, undeterred by Noah's reluctance. "I don't know, I didn't really look at him," Noah replied, though she couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. Despite the initial tension, she was enjoying their discussion.

He asks. “Dude, she can't say ‘no' to me. Have you forgotten who I am? I'm Nate. Girls literally worship the ground I walk on. I'm sure my mate wouldn't be different." I became deadpan. “What if she's different? What if she doesn't want any of that?" I give him a look that basically screams ‘are you kidding me.' “They are all the same. They all want me. I'm hot cake, you know. You would be swooning right now if you were a female." I wink at him playfully.

"D o ... n o t... w o r r y. N o t h i n g... h a p p e n e d... b e t w e e n... u s." He sounded disappointed. "B u t... a r e... y o u... a l r i g h t? I t... w a s... s t r a n g e... t h a t... y o u... g o t.... y o u r... h e a t... l i k e... t h i s. H e a l e r s... d o... n o t... g e t... h e a t.... l i k e... t h i s."

He asked emphasising particularly on the word 'knife'. I could see the right side corner of his mouth curved up into a smirk I understood what he was trying to do. "Why don't you just use the one you carry around?' I replied back with a smirk too. Take that weirdo! He looked at me intensely for a brief minute before bending a little ahead and then said in mere whisper "Because it's not for cutting butter" Okay.. Fear crawled in my nerves. Why do I feel this conversation is actually going in a completely different tangent now?

“That’s how you want to play it, right?” Before I could answer, his hands framed my face again, warm and sure, and his mouth crashed into mine with no hesitation. His kiss was nothing like the one he’d pressed to my cheek. This one was fire. Tongue. Heat. His lips moved like he already knew exactly how I liked to be kissed. I gasped into it, caught completely off guard. Across from us, Noah’s voice came out low and hungry. “Damn. That is hot.” Dennis’s eyes darkened. “Let us turn the heat up.”