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When Lino LOVES,

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Reads 420,496
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"I don't care if you want it or not, all I care about is you believing  and admitting  that you are mine.  I don't care what lengths I have to go to make you believe  that you're mine.  You belong  to me , I own you Chula " his voice alone sent chills down my spine.  Staring into his eyes, all is see is fury,  I clasped my hand on his tight hands trying to get him to stop.  I begged him with my  welled up eyes, begging him to stop.  I couldn't produce any  sound.  He finally let go off me.  I had to cough couple of times to clear my air  passage.    I stared at him and I can't even find any regrets, he still had the same  expression on.  

"Michele  you can't do this to me.  I have a life back home, I have people out there that  needs me.. ... " i was saying until  I got snatched up again.  This  time his grip on my neck tightened .  

"What part of you belong to me now don't you understand !! " he  yelled in my face.    His eyes went from  deep brown to dark.  They are blazing with fury.  I blinked rapidly and the tears finally flowed freely from my eyes.  At  this point, I know he's definitely  going to kill me if  he continues like this.   He let go of me but immediately snatched my hands   " I guess I have to remind you  that you're mine After all "  with that he starts dragging me as he walked.All Rights Reserved

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