what life gave

what life gave

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I stared in awe as his perfectly sculpted muscles flexed with his every move. He was perfectly built with broad shoulders and a tall figure. He turned around to offer his hand but instead of taking his hand, I stood there staring at him like a freak. "you know i didn't change change so you could stand there and stare at me right." He smirked and took his hand feeling my cheeks burn even more than it already was.
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"Look at me", he said in his dark voice and I looked into his stormy grey eyes. He closed the distance between us in one swift movement, his hand coming up to cup my face gently, as if he was afraid I'd disappear. And then, before I could even process what was happening, his lips were on mine. The kiss was fierce and consuming. It wasn't gentle or tentative. No, this kiss claimed me, staked a burning mark on my soul. His mouth moved against mine with a desperation I didn't understand, and yet, something inside me responded. It was as if I'd been waiting for this moment my entire life. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, my body acting on instinct alone. When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard, the air between us thick with unspoken words. His grey eyes bore into mine, intense and unwavering, as he whispered against my lips, "You are mine malyshka and no one can take you away from me." Growing up in the familia I knew all about duty and honor and for some time of my life I thought that my future was going to be based on these two virtues itself. Until a man barged his way and changed the very meaning of it all. My name is Maya Bianchi, the granddaughter of the consigliere of the Italian mafia, and this is my story.

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