his guilty pleasure

"look at me when i fuck you" he whispered in my ear and grabbed my chin making me look up to his hazel eyes "next time someone tries to flirt with you, won't have eyes to see your beautiful face again, amore" a low moan escaped my mouth
"say it to me!" i was confused "say what?" was all i could say "that you're mine, only mine" i smiled through the pleasure.
"im yours, only yours leonardo"

when passion and hate combines, lies follow after, how much can a person hide their passion for someone they hate? do they actually hate them? or is it a cover to hide their true feelings?

so do leo and paris actually hate each other? or do they have deeper feelings for one another?

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