Villains Fated Lovers
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- Partes 8
Contenido adultoContinúa1h 34m
Última publicación mié, jun 19, 2024
"Go die!!" Grace said with a broken expression."How can I die My lovely flower" He cupped and creased her cheeks "If I die I'll go to hell or who knows maybe in heaven but where ever I go I won't feel sadness nor happiness. If I go to heaven I won't feel pain and I will be blessed with you but if I go to hell then I would be punished my being separated from you. My lovely flower I can't die. I want to feel the pain you give me I want the pleasure. I want to be painfully in love with you. It's painful to love you but God knows just how much pleasure I get from loving you". He kissed her forehead still cupping her face. "My lovely flower we live on earth that means we get to enjoy good and evil at the same time." He grinned. "That means that we can enjoy pain and pleasure too. So I'll let you enjoy a little pain then I will bless you with an insane amount of pleasure so be a good girl and lay down and relax." He after giving grace a gentle smile slammed her into his bed.
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She is all warmth - curls in a high puff, glossed lips, flour on her apron, and a voice that carries. Her bakery is her world, filled with golden light and old people who call her "sweetheart." But she's lonely. She hides it behind laughter, behind playlists and pastries and hustle. This is her dream, but it's hard doing it alone in a city that doesn't wait for anyone. He is part of something dark - mafia blood, high-ranking, feared. The kind of man who speaks in low tones, wears all-black even in summer, and carries his trauma like a shadow. He's never wanted softness. He doesn't even like sweets. But something about her got under his skin - her laugh, her voice, the way she's alive when he hasn't felt anything in years. Now he comes to her bakery. Every day. Same table. Same order. Watching. Waiting. At first, he just needed a place to hide. Then he needed to see her. And now? He needs her like a sin he can't confess.
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