A kiss could bond you, taint you, claim you. If you let it, it could own you. A kiss from a stranger was highly unlikely. A kiss from a man who hid himself from me, yet slowly tormented me, was unlike any other kiss. It was the kiss of death. It was my hands in cuffs chained to his waist. And only he could set me free. How could I be so blind? How could I have let a man that was delicious as sin take a grip on me? No matter how hard I tried to pull, those cuffs stayed glued to him as the wall that stood between us. I had to smash that wall, I had to see the truth. Even if we collide. Even if...
A kiss could bond you, taint you, claim you. If you let it, it could own you. A kiss from a stranger was highly unlikely. A kiss from a man who hid hi...
To break a heart is easy. All you have to do is reach in, wrap your blood covered hands around it, and pull. This happened to me. Two hands, both red as my hair, did this exact thing. Tore it away like it wasn't made for me. Maybe it was his to take? Because years on, with those same blood red hands, he still has it. In his hands. And he won't give it back. But the real question is, do I want it back. He is dangerous, uncontrollable, and downright sexy. I fell for it all, but in the end, he didn't catch me he let me fall.
To break a heart is easy. All you have to do is reach in, wrap your blood covered hands around it, and pull. This happened to me. Two hands, both red ...
