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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Baby no ones soul is clean. So live a little dirty
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Marriage.
I thought The idea of it was ruined for me the second my father had me bind myself to Satan.
The word wife had a different meaning. It was hatred, and betrayal, and pain. It didn't mean a soulmate or love, it meant that I was alone and I had no choice but to surrender.
The thought of being like that again, made my insides burn and sizzle. Panic rose in my chest and despite the rain I felt like I was burning up. but as I looked at him, his gaze was so full of admiration and love for me that it struck a sense of calm through my blood.
His gaze studied me, taking in every inch of my face as his grip on me tightened, fastening me closer to him. "I love you." He says to me then, quite and low, the tambor of his husky voice sending a shiver down my spine.
My breath hitched at his words, the truth that dripped from those three words and from him.
In an instant I felt the world close in to just us, just me and Lorenzo in this alley, And the second It did, the fear didn't matter. The fear exploded into pieces. The risk of it all? Ignited my skin almost as perfectly as his touch did.
And now, The cold of the rain didn't matter, the pounding of it on my skin was obsolete.
My chest was light, yet heavy.
And my hands that were on him, were numb.
"Marry me." His two words rang like a gong in my head, and although it felt like a year had gone by since he said them I knew it was only a few fractions of desolate seconds.
"Lorenzo-" I said with words not of my own.
"I didn't plan on doing this today." He said "but I can't keep carrying this ring in my pocket when it should be on your finger," he admitted as he moved forward to further shelter me from the rain.
How long? How long have you had it? If I could speak, id have asked him.
"I'd rather risk rejection than let this ring sit in my dresser for another week." He said. How long had it be sitting in the dresser at first? How long have you wanted to me mine in this way?
Then I snap back to his words. Rejection.
I could say no, he wanted me to know that I could. If I really wanted to.
"Rejection?" I said aloud to myself. His eyes shifting to graze my face delicately. His gaze so soft, so full of boyish hope and excitement.
"If that's what you want-" he said, as he brought his hand up to brush my face, he didn't look angry or disappointed. He looked so untameably in love with me, like there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for me.
