Hell's Knights

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’re the kind of girl that makes a man want to stop what he’s doing, just so he can get a moment to look at that angelic face – a face that will keep him awake for the rest of his fuckin’ life. That’s the kind of girl you are, sugar.

I’ve seen a lot of people in my life, and I’ve been with a lot of girls. None of them are as real as you. I’ll fuck you, sugar. I’ll claim you because you’re the meaning of need. You’re what I’ve been lookin’ for.

You’re the fuckin’ meaning of breathing for me. You’re the reason I get out of bed each day and fuck, if that’s love, I am gonna hang onto it and never let it go.

So fuckin ’ stubborn,” he says, and wraps an arm around my lower back. He presses me even closer. “Do you mind? Let me go.” “I don’t mind at all, and no.” “Cade…” “Sugar…” “You’re so fucking frustrating,” I protest, squirming. “And you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, tryin’ to fight me all the time.

I could so easily love you sugar, you’re testin’ every part of me. I’m fallin’ fuckin’ hard.

Now, I’m gonna kiss you ‘coz I’ve been without those sweet lips while you play stupid little bullshit games with me. I won’t be without for another minute. Open your lips, baby, and kiss me.

You can’t just order me over to your house Cade, it doesn’t work like that.” “Yeah, babe, it fuckin’ does.

Your life was bad; I see it in your eyes. When you grin, your face is empty, and I have no doubt when you smile, your eyes won’t shine like they should. One day though, baby, I will make them shine.

Somethin’ about you, sugar, it’s makin’ everything I believe in feel like it never existed.

Humans are like that sometimes, they seek something to put back together when they’re broken and can’t fix themselves. I guess it’s just a comfort; it makes us feel better, like we haven’t completely lost ourselves – we like to believe there’s still a part in there, that can be saved.

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. Then he lets me go, turns and walks off, leaving me utterly speechless. Well hell, the biker is deep. Damn.

I realize how close my face is to his back. I can smell him, and fuck, he smells like man dipped in chocolate, covered with fuckable sprinkles.

Sugar, what the fuck did I say about games? I don’t fuckin’ play them. You ain’t gonna make a scene about somethin’ you don’t know. Get out to my bike, shut your mouth and we’ll talk.” “I hate you when you’re bossy,” I say, before spinning on my heel. “You fuckin’ love me, you moody little shit.