Dark Romance!
"I-I love him," she stammered, shivering under his intense gaze. But his whisper sent shivers down her spine. "But I love you," he said, his smirk hinting at a dark intention that left her numb.
"Leave me! I'm not yours!" she protested...
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She blinked her eyes looking at him. She was not only shocked but also confused at his words. Isn't she just his mistress and a pleasure toy for him? Then why did he confess to her to be his date?
But after watching the devilish side of this bipolar psycho, she could understand that he was just playing with her. She didn't say anything. She just stayed still at his words. There was no sparkle in her eyes. Hearing his very words had her give no reaction.
When he witnessed that she didn't react to his words, he didn't get mad or surprised. He knew she will never answer him and he doesn't want to ruin his beautiful moment just by showing up his anger.
He grabbed her wrist and jerked her towards his body hard, making her fall on his chest and hold onto his shoulders for support. His one hand was wrapped around her waist tightly, while another went towards her face.
He carefully touched her face as if she was his precious doll. Indeed she was. He looked right in her eyes with his sharp glare.
"Don't resist me today, kitten if you don't want me to be rough tonight, that is." He whispered then buried his face in the crook of her neck, sniffing her fragrance. He was taking low yet deep breaths against her skin. She still wasn't used to the closeness. She started shivering in fear after hearing his dreadful words.
He pulled his head up and slowly started to pull out every pin of her hair. And her hair fell on her shoulders, giving him a view of her breathtaking beauty.
"Beautiful, I love your hair down." He whispered. She didn't say anything at his comment. She was blank and sad.
He lifted her chin up and immediately placed a peck on her lips. She was shocked at his sudden act but still didn't respond. She could only witness a man with a mischievous smile in front of her.
He again pulled her closer and removed some strands of her hair.
"Let's dance now, sweetheart." What he is trying to gain by doing all this? What was his upcoming plan? Does he think that forcing her for a date night will work?
He left her figure and came with two masques in his hand. He walked to her with a smirk dancing on his lips. He put one of the masque in her hands, making her look at them closely.
'That masque '
She was extremely shocked and got frozen on her spot when she saw the same masque she wore at her reception.
She still remembered how a strange guy bumped into her and how he forced her. She could still remember the uneasiness she felt oh-so clearly. All those flashbacks hit her mind. This masque was the same as her previous one.
"Why so shocked, sweetheart? It's not as if we are dancing the first time, now is it?" He asked and understood her confusion so he revealed everything with a smirk on his red lips. Her expressions felt so satisfying to wtach.
