Soulmate behind hurt doors

Soulmate behind hurt doors

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I'm trapped inside of a world were my bully is my lover and brothers best friend He causes me pain everyday form beginning of the school year until now he's beaten be physically sexually and emotionaly I can't even think straight because he's always right there he says that I belong to him and him only that he loves me and just wants me to understand that it's true but right now I can't see it I can't feel it he's the reason I'm on drugs he's the reason I cut he's the reason for all of this but .............. At the end of the day I KNOW that deep down inside he does love me ... We are meant to be.....and I know we'll work in the future because I do know he's my SOULMATE BEHIND HURT DOORS
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"You don't belong in this world of mine," Liam whispered, his lips inches from mine. "But I'm selfish, and I can't let you go." "I want to stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'm falling for you too, Liam." - I should be sneering, laughing even. How blind could he be? Liam Sterling-the killer, master manipulator, the ruthless, untouchable king of New York's underworld-brought to his knees by the one woman sworn to tear him apart. For years, revenge was all I had. Liam destroyed my family, tore my life apart, leaving me with nothing but rage. I rebuilt myself piece by piece, every step driven by the thought of making him pay. But then... I got close to him. Close enough to touch. His touch is fire, burning through every wall I've built. Each kiss, every stolen moment, weakens my defenses, awakening a need that terrifies me. How can I want him like this? Crave him, when every scar I carry is a reminder of all he's taken? I should hate him. I should destroy him. But when he looks at me, when he holds me like I'm something he needs to protect, I'm lost. And as I watch him break, all I feel is a strange, hollow ache where satisfaction should be. How can I keep fighting him, when I'm already falling, already broken, for the man I was supposed to ruin?

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