Against The Destiny

"Pl...please let me go. I'm not what you think; I swear I won't tell anyone." She whispered like a scared doe in the face of a hunter who kept reducing the cage's size with each step.

"But why should I?" A big hand reached up to air and with a flick of his finger the door to his penthouse suite swung shut leaving her trapped like a butterfly in a collector's glass case. "You dared to peek at something you shouldn't have and now you're going to pay for your little curious act."

"Please, please don't do this. I'm someone else's fia...fiance," she blurted out grasping at any straw of hope that might deter him but that only made his gaze darker.

"And what makes you think that would stop me? I don't care if you're promised to a saint or a sinner," A gasp left her lips as he closed the gap between them, "Once I've set my sights on something that sparks a hunger in me, I don't let it go not until I've had my fill," his hand curled around the nape of her neck holding her in a gentle yet firm grip as he studied the most beautiful pair of azures he'd ever seen.

"And you, Little Tesoro." The name rolled off his tongue like it was made for her in a thick dark seductive accent that seemed to stroke every inch of her. "You spark something in me that was buried deep for so long and now it's awake and hungry. And it won't be satisfied until it has claimed every part of that little soul of yours."

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The story is about a ruthless mafia lord who knows the art of playing with fire like a maestro conducting an orchestra of chaos, he is nothing less than the personification of the devil on earth who finds solace in the tears and cries of innocents, will find himself entangled in a web of his own twisted desires for an insecure fragile flower who was never meant to bloom in the harshness of his world but fate bought them together in such an ironic way that he never thought could ever exist.

[Note: Because English is not my first tongue, there might be grammatical mistakes].