Facade(NOT EDITED)
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"I hate you-"
"Oh really?" He cuts me off snapping his head in my direction with anger filled in his eyes..but anybody could tell that it wasn't just anger..it was pain.
"Maria you don't fucking get it do you?" He say walking towards me, I didn't dare step back, I stood my ground cranking my head up the more he kept walking towards me.
He stoped when our warm bodies are touching and for some reason mine went against me and actually warmed up to him, but I hid it well.
"I am obsessed with you Maria, I would carve your name into the Earth millions of times till the whole world knows your mine-"
"I'm not yours-"
"You might not get it now Bella, but your catching feeling for me wether you like it or not your as obsessed with me as I am with you." He says staring deep down into my soul.
I parted my lips but instantly closed them...because at the end of the day..he wasn't lying.
He tugs on a strand of my hair and lets it go curling the corner of his lips slightly as it bounces back in place.
He grabs my neck not painfully but there was a grip and he leans down placing a kiss on my neck.
"You'd kill for me as I for you" he goes to other side of my my neck and switches to the other side kissing lower and grips my waist and pulls me closer to him.
"You'd lie for me as I for you" he whispers switching to the other side of my neck and I bite my lip to keep me from moaning.
"You'd steal for me as I for you"
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"You'd fight for me as I for you"
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"And most importantly my little warrior " He says looking me into me eyes with pools of lust flowing around his.
"You'd die for me as I for you"
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