Our Dark And Twisted Love

Our Dark And Twisted Love

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He can make you want the strangest things. He can make you want to kill yourself. He can make you kill the people you love. He can make you want him. And once he has set his eyes on you...You're a goner. "Stop. Please..." My voice betrays me. Desire overcomes the panic, desperation, and fear. I knew he was smirking, I knew he knew I was a goner. I was his. He kissed me deeper, and deeper, and deeper. His hands traveled the length of my body and back, bewitching me even more. He was like an artist, and I was his inspiration, no, his master piece. The power that bled from those hands, the magic, the false love... ~~~ Amanda is a quiet shy girl just trying to get through high school un-noticed. She has an amazing group of friends, who are un-popular and proud of it. They're the only people who could make her laugh and come out of the shell shes built around herself. So when one friend suggests they spend Halloween in a grave yard, she complies thinking nothing could go wrong. She couldn't be more wrong.
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*Mature Content Warning* I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He's silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer." *** She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy.

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