Dangerous LUST (18+)

Dangerous LUST (18+)

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a relationship full of lust ? or a relationship full of danger? Aria Santiago. An assassin known for her ability of killing using only a bowed arrow. She's excepcional in everything she does, focused on her targets and especially the people who have once hurt the ones she loves. Shes selfless, seduces men to get what she wants, making her bound to KILL. Jay lee. A mafia leader searching for an assassin to keep by his side for his dirty jobs. He's ruthless, admires seeing his enemies fall to death, but does he have space in his cold heart for aria? or will he kill her for her mistakes? • • • • • "really? a bowed fucking arrow?" he says leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, strands of hair falling to his forehead. i keep making my way down the hallway, keeping my chin up, not even attempting to look at him before speaking. "you wanted an assassin or a women to play with your dick?" i hear his footsteps behind me, meaning he's following me. Once again. I dont know what this mans problem is with following people but i guess that explains why he needs an assassin. Fucking weak. "neither sound bad at all but if you know whats good for you, look at me when im fucking talking to you" he says with a cold voice. i shake my head and smirk as i keep walking, ignoring his comment. i fucking hate men telling me what to do, I'm an assassin, i kill people for a living, what makes them think ill bow down to them and obey like some weak bitch. suddenly i feel two hands gripping my hips from my back, and without warning, im pushed against the wall of the long hallway and one of his hands move from my hip to both of my wrists, keeping them in place above my head. his sweet cologne surrounds my breaths, making me speechless.
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

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