Forced By The DEVIL (ON HOLD)

Forced By The DEVIL (ON HOLD)

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"Xavier stop it! W-What are you doing?" I stuttered as he kept walking towards my direction, his brown eyes full of rage and his muscles tensed. My back hit the wall and he plastered himself on me by placing his hand's on either sides of my waist. "Xavier sto-" he cut me off by asking in his threatening voice "What part did you not understand of 'DONT.YOU.DARE.TO.RUN.AWAY.FROM.ME' ? I opened my mouth but nothing came out as I was way too scared of him and the proximity between us, but somehow managed to answer, "You cannot force me to do anything. I'm not your--" His eye's darkened and I swallowed nervously, " YOU.ARE.MINE." he grabbed the back of my hair roughly making me scream and placed his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. I pushed him away with all my strength and he stumbled back "You have no right to get this close to m-" I couldn't even complete my sentence and his lips crashed into mine. He pulled away and whispered darkly "I have every right on you." THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD AS I AM TRYING TO FIX FEW LOOPHOLES IN THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY. I WILL BE UPDATING 'MAFIA KING TOOK HER' ON THE REGULAR BASIS. PLEASE STAY CALM AND LET THE WRITER DO HER JOB. DO NOT COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK. *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED*
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When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

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