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His Pov:" Where is the first aid? Please, Leonardo, tell me please.. I beg you..." She pleas in hoarse voice choking on her tears as she tried hold me with her small hands that are now coated with blood... My blood.... This whole scene should be revolting. I should loathe her and tarnish her into nothing like she deserves after stabbing me on my back.But then something stops me. Maybe its the tears in her eyes that are trailing down her cheeks and staining them or maybe the helplessness in those eyes or her raspy voice that is full of concern or the mark of my mouth on the pale skin of her neck that is turning purple already or maybe its the blood smeared on her hands. But there's something common in all of them. They are all for me. All mine. The helpless, the tears , the concern or the way she chokes on her words or the desperation of saving me. Even the blood on her hands is of mine. Mine. She looks like mine. Literally and figuratively. And that view is something beautiful. S
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His Pov: I don't know how long I fucked her. With her every shudder, every soft moan and every orgasm my need to own her only increased. The need to bury myself deeper to go deeper only intensified. I felt the sheer need to drown into her to profess every inch of her skin.After several rounds also the hunger I felt for her didn't edge. Instead, it intensified. I had more rounds to go on, but I could feel her body going limp and her strength demeaning. She was on the verge of losing her sense, and even though I wanted more but I pulled out of her. Because that stupid voice in my head didn't afford to hurt her,and even though I needed to be in her longer, I had to give into that voice. I don't think she can walk to the room as she's all sweated with my cum all over her. Her eyes half closed, and her pink lips slightly parted as she's lying on the cold surface of the table.She looks thoroughly and freshly fucked with my cum all over her body and marks on her neck breast thigh that I
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His Pov:It took me a long while before I could focus back on the details of the deal. Before that, I cleaned the kitchen as it held the proves of last night. And it wasn't letting me focus, neither was it helping my mind from going back to her.No matter what or how complicated my inner self is, I can't let that reach my umderling, to my father or to the outer world. I never make mistakes, and neither do I make changes in plans. And it won't happen this time also. No one should get a glimpse of any difference or any weakness of mine. I have been trained for over a decade for the position I am at today, and I am not letting it slip and let myself be disappointed at it. I was almost done with the details when I felt a sudden shift in the air. It's as if the air around me got lighter and smelled of roses because of a certain presence. And I didn't need to look to know the reason for the change of air. The reason for my distress and my insanity. I could hear light footsteps moving awa
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Her Pov:Leonardo brought me to this upscale hospital to confirm his suspicions. If I were in the U.S. under different circumstances, I might have taken a moment to admire the hospitalās grandeurāthe unmistakable aura of old money woven into its marble floors and gilded accents. But right now, none of it matters. My mind is too clouded, my body too tense, consumed by the weight of uncertainty. The sterile air feels suffocating, the pristine walls closing in, yet all I can do is lie here, waiting for the truth to unravel.They ran a series of tests on me, and once they were done, they moved me to a cabin and inserted an IV drip filled with saline. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to find a moment of peace, but instead, all I felt was the sting of tears slipping down my cheeks. No matter how much I tried to steady my breathing, an ache settled deep in my chestāsilent, suffocating. The quiet hum of the machines around me only made the loneliness heavier, pressing down like a weight I co
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Her Pov:My gaze lands on the towering figure at the doorway, his presence almost too vast to be contained within the room. His eyes, sharp and calculating, hold the quiet menace of a predator stalking its prey. The air shifts, thick with tension, as if the very walls recognize the threat he carries with him.Leonardo....āLeonardoā¦ā I summon the courage to speak his name, my voice barely above a whisper as my eyes remain locked on him.He moves toward me with slow, deliberate steps, his presence swallowing the space between us. The door clicks shut behind him, sealing me in with whatever unspoken danger he's carrying. My breath catches as he closes the distance, stopping just beside me, his broad frame leaning against the wall.His gaze never wavers, dark and unreadable, laced with a silent threat I can feel even from a breath away. The air between us tightens, thick with an unnameable tension. Heās too closeāclose enough that I can sense the heat of something perilous luring me in,
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Her Pov:I look at him, but it's as if I can't see him. Instead, I see those people from there. From that hell.My fingers clench around the glass tighter. So tight I can feel my knuckles whitening. I want the pain to flush into my skin and pull me from the web that I am falling into again.I move my eyes from him as he lets go of my chin, but I still can't escape those words in my own mind. "You are a whore Maryline. You like it or not!" A voice in my head keeps repeating it.I close my eyes as I repeat in my mind. I am not a whore. I am not a whore... But all I can hear is cruel laughters and all I can see is those red eyes. The marks on my back burn brighter. The marks of the whipping. I squeeze my eyes tighter.The choking ,the beatings, and the injections all rush into me as I slightly tremble. Tears welling up to my eyes. They kept me hungry for 3 days, and after that, they pushed a shot into me, and the next day, I found a man lying beside me. Naked. All used.And then another
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Her Pov: I stare at the closed door, my body trembling with quiet sobs. I donāt know why I care so muchāwhy his opinion of me matters, why the way he sees me cuts so deep. But it does. It matters more than it should.My heart twists painfully as I replay the moment he walks away, not even sparing me a single glance. That hurts more than I can put into words. The distrust in his eyes, the quiet hatred buried beneath his gazeāit shatters me. And no matter how much I try to push it away, the truth lingers: his absence feels heavier than it should.I stare down at my hands, watching as shards of broken glass pierce my skin, their jagged edges buried deep. Blood smears across my palms, trickling down my wrists, staining my clothes in dark, crimsonstreaks. It should hurt. I should feel the sting, the sharp bite of pain.But all I feel is nothing-just an empty, aching numbness that stretches from the inside out, swallowing me whole. I had only wanted to see a flicker of trust, a shred of b
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Her Pov:I have no idea how long Iāve been drifting through this suffocating darkness, the silence pressing in on me like a living thing. Then, just as a shiver runs down my spine, I catch the faintest movementāa shadow shifting within the black void. My breath hitches.āWhoās there?ā I whisper, my voice barely breaking the oppressive stillness as I strain to make out the figure lurking in the dark.Silence answers my question, thick and unyielding. The only sound is the faint, rhythmic beeping of machines, a steady pulse in the stillness. My eyes adjust, tracing the vague outlines of the furniture in the dimly lit cabin. The walls, the bed, the quiet hum of life-supporting devicesātheyāre all real.Maybe this isnāt a nightmare. Maybe Iām not trapped in some fever dream, lost in the abyss of my own mind. Maybe the darkness isnāt just in my head. Itās real. And Iām still inside it.I drag my body up on my bed as I try to get down from the bed. A tremor runs through my legs as I will t
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His pov:āSay it.āMy voice is low, rough, an unrelenting command wrapped in a whisper. āSay youāre mine.āShe stiffens, her breath coming in uneven gasps, her lips trembling as if she wants to speak but can't force the words out. Her hands, small and delicate, tremble at her sides, fingers curling as if gripping onto invisible resolve. Her lashes flutter, her throat bobs in a shallow swallow, and I see itāthe war raging inside her.She wonāt say it. Not yet. But I need to hear it. I need the syllables to spill from her lips, to wrap around me like chains, to solidify what I already know to be true. She belongs to me. And soon, sheāll understand that. Sheāll surrender. Sheāll accept it. She has no choiceāIāll make sure of it.A slow smirk tugs at my lips as I move, scooping her into my arms with ease. Her body is light, fragile against mine, but she gasps, startled, her fingers fisting the fabric of my shirt near my chest. I feel the tremor in her touch, the unspoken question lingerin
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Her Pov:"Good girl." He murmurs.. I barely register the words at first, but when they sink ināwhen I hear the way he murmurs them, low and satisfiedāsomething inside me snaps."Good girl."The moment shatters, and I am dragged back into reality with a force so jarring it makes my head spin. What the fuck am I even doing? How could I have parted my lips for him, given him the chance to take control again?Again.My stomach twists violently as shame and fury war within me. Just this afternoon, his hands had been on me, fingers tracing my skin with a possessiveness that made my knees weak.I hadn't resisted. I hadn't fought. Instead, I had meltedāmelted into his touch, into his heat, into the way his breath had ghosted over my skin like a promise he had no intention of keeping.But himāheās cruel.He felt it. I know he did. The heat between us, the raw, unspoken hunger. And yet, just when the fire threatened to consume us both, he had pulled away. Like it meant nothing. Like I meant no
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Her Pov:"What the fuck do you think youāre doing, Rosalina?" His voice is a low growl, rough and edged with something I canāt quite name. His breath fans over my lips, scorching and suffocating, as his darkened eyes pin me in place. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking as if heās barely holding himself back.My throat constricts my chest tight with the realization that even death is not an escape. Even in my most desperate moment, he still found me, still pulled me back from the abyss. There is no outrunning him. No hiding. No freedom from the force that is him. And that realization sends a bolt of frustration through me.With a strangled breath, I shove at his shoulder. "Why do you care?" I hiss, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and something far more dangerous.But before I can push him away, he movesāfaster than I can react. His hand clamps around both of my wrists, forcing them above my head in one swift motion.My back collides with the cold wall, my pulse hammering as his b
