Hey, it's a late chapter. very late. months. not edited but none of my chaps are edited I'll fix it maybe sooner or later who knows.
well...
Read if you Dare.
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For I've kissed the man who took everything away.
And loved every minute of it.
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I raised my head from his body. Staring at his face. Sadly.
Sigh.
I felt his lips on my head. I closed my eyes. Just wishing this wasn't real.
Sigh.
He started moving my hair touching my neck. I winced.
"My masterpiece aye?" He questioned raspily. Nibbling on my ear. I shivered against his hold.
"Yeah," I spoke. Tense.
"Kiss me right now so I know this is real." He demanded as if he sincerely thought this was fake. Honestly, if this wasn't real that would be awesome.
"What if it wasn't?" I questioned. Curious to know what he'd do.
"Then I'd kill you right now.." He spoke so confidently. I looked up at him and kissed his lips.
His eyes sunk into mine and I swear I knew who they were. But they didn't feel right. I thought I felt their warmness their grace. But they just looked like ice marbles. Gosh, I've seen them. Just from who.
Sigh.
"I always kill the one I love. Sadly... Emotionally.. Or physically." He whispered physically. I shook really bad in fear. He grabbed my shoulders.
"You're not gonna kill me right?" I asked amused. But still shocked. He took a long time to reply. I started hyperventilating.
"No. It depends. If you push me to a certain level." He spoke.
"Blake I need a straight answer.." I said quietly. Cause I felt like I would tear up. I didn't want him to explode.
"Why do you?" He asked narrowing his eyes voice getting deeper. Intimidatingly.
"I don't wanna die, Blake!"
'At least in your hands'
I don't want my blood smeared on his hands. I want his blood smeared on my hands... I want him to suffer.
'God look at what he's done to you.'
Shit. I need to stop.
"You won't." He reassured me I didn't believe him though.
"But if you keep talking about death I'll show you what death feels like." I shivered I think I've felt enough while here.
"So—" I let out a yelp as he pulled me over his body. Eyes widening at the sudden movement.
"I wish you were straddling me right now so bad." I felt him grow hard as he said it.
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