Villains Fated Lovers
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"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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