Something Different (Romance)

Something Different (Romance)

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I'm running. I don't know where but I'm just running. I can't stop. It's as if my legs don't want me to stop. It's dark and all that I can see are shadows. Are they chasing me? Is that the reason why I'm running? Suddenly I come to a stop and I can't move. ''Hello darling'' That gruff and masculine voice. I've heard it before. "Who are you?" I try not to stutter. "We just met and you already forgot" When I didn't say anything he speaks again. "I'm here for you" "What do you mea-" But before I could complete I felt a rush of cool air touch my skin telling me he's gone and telling me something else..that he'll be back. Copyright 2016 rad_and_fab
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"Look at me", he said in his dark voice and I looked into his stormy grey eyes. He closed the distance between us in one swift movement, his hand coming up to cup my face gently, as if he was afraid I'd disappear. And then, before I could even process what was happening, his lips were on mine. The kiss was fierce and consuming. It wasn't gentle or tentative. No, this kiss claimed me, staked a burning mark on my soul. His mouth moved against mine with a desperation I didn't understand, and yet, something inside me responded. It was as if I'd been waiting for this moment my entire life. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, my body acting on instinct alone. When he finally pulled away, we were both breathing hard, the air between us thick with unspoken words. His grey eyes bore into mine, intense and unwavering, as he whispered against my lips, "You are mine malyshka and no one can take you away from me." Growing up in the familia I knew all about duty and honor and for some time of my life I thought that my future was going to be based on these two virtues itself. Until a man barged his way and changed the very meaning of it all. My name is Maya Bianchi, the granddaughter of the consigliere of the Italian mafia, and this is my story.

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