The Understatement Of The Year

The Understatement Of The Year

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"I don't like you." I sent him my best glare, crossing my arms over my chest. He just smirked, taking two large steps my way. His eyes held mine, the blueness in them dancing like wildfire. He was so close now, that I had to stop breathing for the sake that he might hear how much of a hard time I was actually having. My heart hammered in my chest, making it feel like it could jump out of my rib cage at any moment. But he didn't stop. Leaning in, I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he spoke. "Babydoll," the nickname itself made me shiver with anticipation. His body heat radiated off of him. I couldn't help but place a hand against his chest. His muscles flexed under my touch. "That's the understatement of the year."
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This book will be taken down January 1st of 2022 to be rewriten and edited! "I want to go away." I say raising my voice for the first time since I've been here. The back of his hand collides with my cheek throwing me to the floor. He growls and I cower before him. "Why are you so mean to me! I am your mate!" I desperately shout. He chuckles darkly as he walks to me slowly. "All you have done is act like a monster." I shout crawling away from him. "I am a monster just like you are my dear." A wicked smirk is plastered on his face. My coal black eyes widen as I shake my head looking into his Icy blue eyes. "No I am not a monster." I whisper. "You are a monster, a pathetic monster but still a monster." He states calmly as he kicks at my feet. I look up at him "Why? Why are you like this. " "Runt, I am a king of beast. King of dragons and you wonder why I am cold? My very power is ice." He grabs hold of my shoulders and lifts me up as his face nears mine. "And I am going to enjoy freezing your heart."

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