Cowardly Brave

Cowardly Brave

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The past, present, and future. Danger just won't leave her alone. •++• "They are mine," he faced me with a frown, his thick eyebrows looked like it was knitted together. I felt how his hands trembled in frustration on my skin, how angry his seductive eyes are, and how his low voice makes me want to cringe in fear. "You are mine." he added, and it's not a question. We both know that he is stating a fact. There was a lump on my throat, worried of tomorrow but I won't back down. Not now, not anymore. I need to make him remember who I am. What I am to him. I take the full control. I take the last words. "No." I took a step forward. I reached and clenched his shirt as I glared daggers through his darkened orbs, "You are mine." Before I could utter another word, his large hand were wrapped around my neck. He claimed my lips shut with his, and I swear it lit the uncontrollable fire that I hid within me for the last 10 years. •++•
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