Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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My heart dropped in my chest as I stopped in the doorway, my feet unable to take me further.
Heartache and grief corrupting me so quickly I find it hard not to wither under it. My lip quivered as I looked down, feeling the weight of my words sink into me.
Lorenzo harsh and loud breathing knocked me back to reality, and I realized that he was right behind me, his hand reaching out to clutch delicately at the back of my shirt, as if he were a child begging me not to go.
And a thought came to me; Lorenzo is not the same person he was either.
Whether he wanted to admit it or not, I had corrupted him. I'd made him feel emotions. Emotions other than hate and anger.
Lorenzo is the love of my life, I know he does bad things. Terrible things. He doesn't care about death, takes pleasure in pain because deep inside him he thinks he deserves it.
People were scared of him, and I think that if the mundane world even came to know our story, they would be disgusted at how much I love him. And they'd think that I was batshit crazy and overall just a bad person.
But the devil was once an angle. I fell to be with Lorenzo, and Lorenzo was worse than the devil.
But we all do terrible, unthinkable things in our lives at least once. Hell, I think of burning down our house every once in awhile.
But people do unjust things all the time, people do evil things all the time.
It's just that My lover does it more, and better then anyone else ever could.
I froze in the doorway, feeling the heat of his monstrous stare completely and utterly paralyze me. The heat of his gaze corrupting me, and despite the fact that my mind controls how my body moves, he made me stop in my tracks without even saying a word
My hand rested on the door frame, and a breath was caught in my throat. I couldn't leave him, and I knew it couldn't.
I could try, out of spite, and I knew within like a tuck and roll out the front gates, I'd run back to him.
Finally a breath filled my lungs, but as soon as it came it was taken away and Lorenzos hands came around me and lifted me from where I stood.
I yelped In utter shock, as Time became nothing and in a steadfast moment he slammed my back against the mattress and pinned my wrists to the sheets.
"What part of you are not fucking leaving do you not understand?" His voice burning with pure anger, anger at me, as he trapped me with eyes that were so black I got lost in the abyss of them.
They weren't the type of black that they became when his skin would press against me, or when his cock would take its place inside me and he could no longer prevent himself from holding back from fucking me till I collapsed—no, this was the type of darkness I hadn't seen since the first time I'd met him.When he told me he'd break me and I told him good luck.
