Men like him were no gentleman. Could she trust her frail heart to him?
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╰┈⫸ 𝑺 𝒀 𝑵 𝑶 𝑷 𝑺 𝑰 𝑺:
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚 was charmed by the monstrous man that ruled over Moscow. She left that man & the city he ruled a ye...
His hand settled on my stomach, gently guiding me to sit on the bed. I hadn't noticed when he closed the distance between us, and I found myself retreating until I was trapped between him and his bed. I sat on the mattress, a mix of confusion and various thoughts swirling through my mind.
"Relax, baby. You're overthinking," he chuckled at my perplexed expression. His hand brushed against my cheeks as he stood between my legs. Bending down, he lightly brushed his lips against mine. "Tell me," he whispered huskily, "are you hungry?"
"No," It took a moment for me to grasp the absurdity of his question. "I... I've already eaten," I murmured softly, my stutter only revealing a dark glint beneath his emerald green eyes. After a beat of silence, he responded, "Good." A smirk tugged at his lips. "Can't have my guest hungry while I feast on them, can I?"
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