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ESCAPE 🖤
"What do you think you are doing?' he asked in that his deep velvety voice that was soft and sexy yet intimidating.
It made her knees go weak, a negative kind of weak, not out of fear but out of want.
It irritated her yet she could do nothing about it except try to hate him more for he was her enemy.
"Won't you answer me?' he said to her with his mouth close to her ears, causing some unexplainable feeling to wash over her.
She noticed then that he was angry, really furious.
Fear began to rapidly seep into her formerly undaunted and untainted blood stream.
The angry aura he exuded made her slightly tremble.
She was instantly scared of him no doubt for he was nothing but a ruthless man.
'I,' she began. 'I-' her voice wavered, shook so badly that she had to stop talking.
His hands around her waist tightened as his scent filled her nostrils against her will.
He smelled so good.
'You what?' He demanded softly, seductively.
'I didn't, I wasn't, I'm not leaving,' she said in a rushed voice.
There was desperation boldly scrawled onto it.
'You know that I won't, right?' She asked him.
She was blabbering, muttering incessant nonsense and she knew.
But, she wanted anything, just anything to buy time to keep her from his rage.
He was a beast in his fury, a highly insane one at that.
'Speak,' he ordered her.
She refused to answer, unwilling to make a fool out of herself once again for the umpteenth time.
He whirled her around -catching her when she totally thought that she would fall.
He turned her to him, bringing her against his hard chest gently, his hands still on her waist.
Her breath caught in her throat, slightly out of fear and also want or need, like it always did at their heated proximity.
She wondered how it was possible for her to be afraid and aroused at the same time, simultaneously.
His shirt was missing the first three buttons, revealing his dark chest which her small palm was resting on currently.
Her fingers were sprawled across the glowing skin of his chest which was hard beneath.
Fuck!
Was he hard? He was.
His chest was rock hard and solid, sinfully gorgeous.
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Fantasy||-Ongoing-|| 'I hate you! I hate you! I'll never be the wife that you deserve!' 'I do not want the wife that I deserve Cassiopeia because it is you that I want.' 'Then,' she hesitated for only a moment, 'I'll never be a wife still yet yours!' she p...
