The storm inside Amara had reached its peak by the time the tension between them finally snapped.It started as another heated argument, both of them throwing barbed words at each other like weapons, each one landing deeper than the last. They were inches apart now, standing in the middle of the room, emotions swirling around them in a violent, unspoken dance.
"You think you have all the control, don't you?" Amara spat, her chest heaving with the weight of her anger.
Cillian's eyes blazed, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I'm enjoying this? You think I want to be in this position-holding you here? I didn't ask for this either, Amara."
"Then what do you want, Cillian?" Amara challenged, her voice rising. "Because I can't tell anymore!"
The air between them crackled, and before she could process what was happening, Cillian's hands were on her, pulling her close. His lips crashed into hers with a force that stole her breath.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft or tender. It was raw, charged with the intensity of everything they hadn't said-of every argument, every stolen glance, every moment they had spent toeing the line between hatred and something far more dangerous.
For a split second, Amara wanted to push him away, wanted to stop the inevitable. But something inside her, something she had been trying to suppress, fought against her resistance. Her hands tangled in his hair as she kissed him back, pouring all of her confusion, anger, and fear into that moment.
They pulled apart just as suddenly as they had come together, both of them breathing heavily, staring at each other with wide eyes.
"That's what I want," Cillian said, his voice rough, as if the words had been torn from him.
Amara's heart pounded in her chest, the taste of his kiss still lingering on her lips. She didn't have the words to respond. She didn't even know what to think. All she knew was that something had just shifted between them, and there was no going back.
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Oh to be loved
RomanceIn the shadows of Dublin, beneath the cobblestone streets and historic pubs, lives *Cillian O'Rourke. At forty five , he is a man feared by most a mafia boss His world is ruled by power and violence, devoid of warmth. His once piercing blue eyes, no...