25 parts Ongoing Mature"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him.
"Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further.
"No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me.
"Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today.
To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his.
Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses.
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