His smouldering eyes held mine in a trance, hypnotising me. His stubble created friction against my cheek while he whispered into my ear. His godly features and voice of velvet are imprinted in my mind. An ambiance of lust filled the air around us and at that moment I knew I was infatuated with him.
I slept, ate, drank and breathed him. And I would say my world revolved around him but he is my world and my only wish was to touch down on the love for me that was hidden deep in his pit.
But hidden inside of him was not love, but a deep obsidian hate...a hate for the woman who had mercilessly shattered his heart a hate for all women. A hate so strong it could sink a ship, a hate so deep it would take millenniums to dig up, a hate so evil it could put the devil to shame.
And a promise sat at the bottom of his heart, a vengeance that would avenge his broken heart, mind and soul.
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General FictionI refuse to be subjected to your mind games and lies. I will not play a part in your constant drama. You will not manipulate me nor will you control me. ---------------------------------------------------------- Domestic violence causes far more pai...
