Serina Accardi had everything, and wanted for nothing. Her brother gave her whatever she desired, but kept the parts of her destined world out of her reach.
Until she lost everything in one night to a man who's eyes looks like the devils wrath.
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Can we say that we love each other? Can we play like their ain't not other? •••
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This chapter a lil graphic but not bad, and if you don't like sex ish scenes then I advise not to read my next couple chapters ••• Lorenzo POV
What she did today was reckless, stupid, and beneath her and I hated her for it. Hated and loathed her for the fact that she didn't care, didn't care about any of it, and that I did.
If I was being honest, I truly hated myself. Despised the way that despite my best efforts, and despite doing everything I could to keep her from penetrating past my walls, I had failed and she had somehow buried herself in me, deep in me.
I hated that she knew she was in my head. Knew that she had her finger on the trigger of exactly what to do to break away the last remaining tether that has kept me from losing my mind; let someone touch her, let anyone who isn't fucking me, touch her.
Serina thought that fucking that man would make me what jealous, and if this sick twisted feeling spreading through my chest like an sickness is jealousy than I will bathe in it, bathe in all the wicked and murderous and consuming thoughts that spin at thoughts of Serina Accardi.
I picture her with him, and the thought of her spreading her thighs Images of another bastards hands and tongue running up her smooth skin made me want to kill someone. Kill him.
I haven't stopped thinking about how satisfied she looked as she walked into the bathroom at the party, knowing full well what she was about to do.
He marked her in deep purple bruises, he marked her like she was his and truthfully if I was being honest with myself, it made me feel sick. Heat rose in my chest and burned hotter through me but the second, more now that I knew just why she let him, and because she knew it would piss me off.
Now she stood in front of me acting all innocent yet she was so god damn evil. She might look small and unthreatening from a glance, but if you knew what lived in her head you would cower.
Though I had no doubt in my mind that I was going to punish her for what she did today. I wanted to show her just how kind she was, until she begs me to stops. But I wasn't going to fuck her, she doesn't deserve it. As much as I might have convinced myself that I want her, I can't fuck her yet.
But when I fuck her, I will fuck her till her body shakes and the thought of even touching another man appalls her.
When I finally do, I will push her legs apart and divide her with my cock, thrust into her deeply; I will fuck her like no one has before. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to feel her around me, I wanted her more than I have ever wanted another woman and that fact too made me feel ill.
It would be easier for me to not have anything to do with this woman, but I was way past that, I was past sanity and past salvation, But I would not fuck her tonight? No.
