His Little Rose

His Little Rose

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" I love being alone Rose, so when I wanted you around, I knew I was screwed," He whispered in my ear as he pinned me against the wall. My breath hitched and before I could respond, he released me and walked away. *** Seana Walter has many secrets to hide. For one, her surname is not even Walter, it's Flores, but nobody had to know that. she was on the verge of giving up on life but instead decided to work for Azrael Sanchez, the devil himself. She just wanted a second shot at life but of course Azrael just had to dig out her secrets. Azrael on the other hand is a quiet man. He only observes and takes action but when Seana ends up in his house, he slowly looses his composure.He doesn't even know how she wraps him around her finger. Her innocent nature, her ladylike nature, her smile, her scent, her eyes, he is obsessed with her but she doesn't even know it. She believes she doesn't deserve love and that hurts him because all he wants to do is love her. He wants her and he is desperate for her love. He desperately needs her. But he can't really do anything unless she wants him too. So now.... he waits
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I thought it was just a party. A mask, a dare, a night I'd forget by morning. Instead, I walked into his world. A world of velvet shadows and whispered deals, where every glance is a transaction and every touch feels like a promise you can't escape. He saw me when no one else should have. The Collector. Ruthless. Obsessive. Beautiful in the most dangerous way. Now he says I belong to him. That my body, my secrets, even my soul... are his to claim. He doesn't want love. He wants surrender. And one day, he swears I'll take his hand and seal it in crimson vows. Some vows bind hearts. Ours will bind scars.

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