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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Lorenzo POV
She didn't say a word.
She Didn't even make a sound as she tipped back the glass bottle and downed the scotch like water. Her eyes sharp on mine, as she swallowed the drink she hated—yet drank now like she loved.
Marco had told me, that for every moment she had been there, she had kept a bottle of scotch clutched to her chest.
Her eyes were traced with questions, yet I knew whatever I'd answer, wouldn't be enough.
She disconnected the bottle from her lips, and slammed it on the table, the sound mixing around the large open room as the liquor sloshed around it's cage.
Spillage of the liquor was left on her lips, and with her eyes on mine she wiped it away with her finger, before sucking the poison from her thumb with seductive intentions.
"Sparrow." I grunted as I shook my head and leant back in my chair, my own glass of scotch feeling heavy in my hand.
The room was large, yet It felt too small for the two of us now.
"Don't—" her words were hostile, her eyes burning, yet she spoke slowly and with a ploy to entrance . "I am not your sparrow today." Serina bit, as she sat forward in her seat.
"You are always mine." I said quickly, forcefully, and she looked at me wide eyed before she sank bank into her chair.
"Yours?" She scoffed manically. The glass window wall beside her reflected her every aspect.
She looked crazed, reckless. Wild.
I felt my voice come from my chest, "yes, sparrow." My words echoing loudly, causing her to raise her eyebrow like she was not even the slightest bit fazed.
She smiled, lowly, almost to herself as she stood. The dark room lit with the undertone of red lights that bounced off the black furniture.
"Then why try to be rid of me?" She said as she stood up, her eyes on mine as she walked up to the window.
The blackness of the night contrasted to the sunrise that just barely peaked past the horizon.
Her eyes like diamonds, they sparkled with lust and desire, yet were sharp like an edge of a stone.
Serina's hands moved down her body as she kept her eyes on my own, as I opened my mouth "I did no such thing." I growled furiously as I sat up in the chair, sitting meters away from where she stood against the window.
She didn't respond, yet kept her eyes dead on me as she let her eyes trail down my body teasingly.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at me, my own hands clenching as I gazed over her figure and how her hand looped around her top and forced it down slightly.
