Careful, Love

Careful, Love

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『♡』 "I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't ask to be involved with...with..." I trail off, trying to come up for a word to describe the enigma of the situation I've landed myself in. "The mafia. I believe the word you're looking for is the mafia." Hearing the words out in the open makes me recoil from his touch, stumbling backwards into another wall-like chest. But the words don't come from the man standing in front of me. Whipping myself around with widened eyes, I find myself in the now-cold stare of Grayson himself. "Get away from me!" I yell. "I'm done with your games. You're the one who tore me from my family. You're the one who dragged me into this sick, twisted, lifestyle. And now I'm the one who has to pay for it." Grayson takes slow steps towards me until he is standing less than a few inches in from of my heaving chest. His piercing gaze and calm voice keeps my feet planted in their place. "Careful, love. You played with fire and now we're the only ones protecting you from getting burnt."
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When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

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