I shivered under his gaze and recoiled back on every step he took towards me.
My eyes unwaveringly stood on his hands that held the pistol in loose, with which he shot twelve men to leave them groaning in pain. He wasn't the man for whom I had flown down here, to Italy, to confess my love.
He kneeled just before me, with only an inch of space that separated my knee from his. I shrinked in my place and recoiled back as much as I could, he noticed my action and clenched his fist tightly. A vein popped over his arms, decorating his pale skin with green and blue lines.
"Who are you?" I asked,
"Look at me, in my eyes, if you want me to answer," he said,
His sound was familiar, the same, the same as that of the Neil who I have known, who teased me, who fought with me. But a tint of authority, darkness, and haziness was mixed into it now.
I looked straight into his eyes gathering courage,
"I am Neil"
"No, you're not. You are not my Neil" I roared out loud and fell before him bawling. I couldn't help but cry and burst all my pent-up emotions.
"What did you say?" He asked while he gathered me in his arms.
I pushed him back and crawled away from him,
"Go away from me" I shouted, but in quick steps, he was near me and snaked his arms around my waist to pull me to his face. My chest collided with his and my knees hung low in the air.
"Repeat what you said before"
"You are a monster. You are not my Neil" I snarled at his face, trying to push his face away from me.
"My" He whispered and kissed my hand with which I was trying to push his face away.
"You said, My Neil" He said and I cried again remembering my love, my Neil, who I fell in love with.
"Give me my Neil back" I whimpered, each second I sobbed louder and fell on his chest.
He held his arms tightly around my body and took me in his arms. I was dizzy and I couldn't even keep my eyes open. Before my world turned black, I only remembered him carrying me in his arms and getting inside a huge car.
"Would you have killed that young boy!? Over a fucking purse!?"I shot back. It was a stupid temerity but I was willing to take the risk.
"I would do whatever it takes to show that I call the shots"He menacingly replied.
"Even with you"His voice dropped to a dangerously low tone.
"Now you are just acting like a possessive and dominating freak"I replied with a roll of my eyes and a hiss.
In a fluid motion, he quickly grasped my braids, dragging it.
My eyes widened and I held on to his arm, wincing.
"That's because I am. I own you. You belong to me. I'll always be the one you lust for and crave for. And if you try to act otherwise, I'll make sure I make you submit to me whether you like it or you don't"Raphael huskily replied, dragging my braids more.
His words felt so sensual and yet so dangerous. I became weak in the knees and my breathing became rapid in pace.
"And what if I don't want to submit to your orders, what will you do huh?"I taunted him.
"Will you kill me? Shoot me? Stab me huh? Mr Raphael!?"
I knew if I were to be someone else, I would have been dead by now. Raphael looked like he was seconds away from hitting me but I knew there was no way he would do that.
"I won't kill you"came his raspy reply with his voice turning malicious, laced with cruelty.
He pressed his body against mine and his hands fisted in my braids curling against my scalp. Shit. It was becoming extremely painful.
"I'll punish you"
In the blink of an eye, I felt his lips pressed forcely against mine.
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What if the hero in your story was the villain?
A dangerous dark romance tale of two star crossed lovers fighting to keep their marriage and love in the midst of various deadly plots.
But sometimes, the price of love can be death.
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