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His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 87
Her Pov:And now... Waking up in his arms, in this breathtaking placeā¦It feels like Iāve stepped into a different life. One where Leonardo is more than just a manāhe is something far greater, something impossible to resist. A force of nature, dangerous yet mesmerizing. And God help me, I donāt think I want to resist him.I force myself to move, to create some distance, but the moment I shift, his grip tightens. Strong. Unyielding. My breath catches as his eyes snap open, pinning me in place with that piercing hazel gaze. My ice-blue eyes clash with his, the silence between us thick with something unspoken. A single second stretches into eternity before he finally speaks.āGood morning, little mischief.āThe simple words shouldnāt affect me, but they do. A soft tremor runs through me. Heās never wished me good morning before. And his voiceā¦ deep, smooth like velvet, laced with that unmistakable Italian accent. Intoxicating.āG-good morningā¦ā I murmur, barely above a whisper.Leonardo
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Her Pov:I freshen up and complete my morning routine before stepping out of the room. The moment I do, a gasp escapes my lips.The sheer beauty of this place is overwhelming. Sunlight spills through towering arched windows, casting soft golden hues over the polished marble floors. The high ceilings are adorned with intricate moldings, and elegant chandeliers dangle like frozen rain, their crystals catching the light in dazzling patterns. Every inch of this house speaks of luxuryāso much so that it feels like Iāve stepped into a palace.From the upper floor, I take in the sight of several other doors lining the hallway, their dark mahogany surfaces carved with delicate details. Without knowing what lies behind them, I make my way toward the grand staircase. The bannister, a sweeping curve of gilded iron, is cool beneath my fingertips as I descend, each step echoing softly in the vast space below.The living area stretches before me in effortless eleganceāplush velvet sofas arranged ar
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Her Pov:I watch as he rises from his chair, his movements slow, deliberateālike a man who is never rushed, never uncertain. He doesnāt glance back as he leaves the room, disappearing down the hallway without another word.The air he leaves behind feels charged, heavy with something unspoken. My fingers tighten around my fork before I set it down, swallowing against the uneasy feeling curling in my stomach.Where are we going?I donāt ask. Instead, I push back from the table and make my way to my room, heart thudding against my ribs. I donāt have anything to change intoāI know that. The realization sends a fresh wave of discomfort over me. I didnāt bring a suitcase. I didnāt bring anything.So why does he expect me to get ready?The uncertainty gnaws at me, but I slip into the bathroom anyway, splashing cool water on my face as if that will settle the nerves buzzing under my skin. It doesnāt. It only sharpens my awareness of just how little control I have over this situation.Minutes
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Her Pov:The boutique attendants move quickly, carefully wrapping each piece in layers of tissue paper before placing them into elegant bags. Leonardo doesnāt watch them. His gaze remains fixed on me, his presence an unspoken weight against my skin.I exhale slowly, trying to settle the unease curling in my stomach. This should feel like a reliefāhaving clothes, essentials, things that make me feel human again. But it doesnāt. It feels like something else entirely, something I canāt name.I follow him out of the store, the heels of my borrowed shoes clicking against the marble floor. He walks ahead, confident and unbothered, his long strides forcing me to keep pace. Outside, the city hums around us, the heat pressing against my skin as we move toward the waiting car.The driver opens the door, and I hesitate for half a second before sliding inside. Leonardo follows, his scent curling into the small space between us. The door shuts with a soft click, enclosing us in silence once more.
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Her Pov:Because even from upstairs, I can feel him watching me.I donāt know how I know, but I do. The weight of his gaze is unmistakable, a silent command pressing against my skin. My fingers tighten around the glass, but I donāt dare look up. I donāt need to.Heās there.Standing near the railing of the VIP balcony, drink in hand, surrounded by men in tailored suits. Yet his attention isnāt on them.Itās on me.A slow shiver rolls down my spine, an awareness so deep it roots itself into my bones. Heat prickles at the back of my neck, and I shift in my seat, bringing the glass to my lips in a feigned attempt at nonchalance. The liquid burns down my throat, bitter and sharp, but oddly satisfying.āAnother,ā I murmur to the bartender, my voice barely above a whisper.My gaze flickers up, just for a second, and there he isāLeonardo. Dark, consuming, unreadable. Like the drink in my hand, he is potent and bitter, an acquired taste that lingers far too long. But stillā¦ still, I crave ano
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Her Pov: In the end, only one presence truly matters. And heās still there. Watching. His gaze is a tether, pulling tight around me from across the room. Itās not just a lookāitās a touch, a silent mark branding itself into my skin. I feel it like a whisper against my flesh, ghostly fingers mapping every inch of me, claiming without a word. Even with distance between us, he holds me. Even in someone elseās presence, I belong to him. And he knows it. I stop dead in my tracks, my breath hitching as an unfamiliar arm snakes around my waist from behind, yanking me against a body that isnāt his. My body crashes into the strangerās chest, and a shudder of revulsion wracks through me. His touch is wrongādisgustingāsending a sickening wave of nausea rolling through me. Panic claws its way up my throat as I twist in his hold, struggling, pushing, but his grip only tightens, forcing me to move with the rhythm of the music. "Let go of me," I hiss, my voice sharp, desperate. I cl
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His Pov:The moment her lips crash against mine, I freeze. Just for a second.Because this is new. This is different.Sheās never initiated before. Never reached for me. It has always been meākissing her, touching her, drawing her in until she either resisted or gave in. But now I know that she feels it, too. She feels the pull, too. And it's not only one-sided.. This... this is her giving herself to me willingly. And fuck, itās liberating.I donāt hesitate. My arms snake around her waist, pulling her flush against me, locking her in place, where she belongs. My other hand finds her nape, fingers curling, anchoring her, taking control as her arms wrap tighter around my neck. And then I claim her.The kiss turns raw, searing. I take over, dominating, devouring, leaving no room for doubt. Her taste floods my sensesāsweet, intoxicating, sinful. She shudders in my grip, her body trembling against mine, but she doesnāt pull away. She doesnāt resist. Instead, she meets me, matches me, let
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His pov:The moment she stumbles away, disappearing into the crowd, something inside me coils tight. I donāt move at first, my fingers curling into fists as I replay her words, the hesitation in her voice, the war in her eyes. What was it she wanted to ask me? What was so damn important that even drunk, she couldnāt force it past her lips?I tell myself to let her go, to give her space. But the longer sheās away from me, the more something ugly churns in my gut. I canāt stand not knowing. I need to find her. I need to see her.Minutes pass, maybe more, before I push through the crowd, searching. And then I see herājust outside the club, standing near the curb, looking up at the night sky like sheās trying to count the damn stars. Her hair is a wild mess from my hands, her lips still swollen from my kiss, and yet she looks... free. Lighter than Iāve ever seen her.Something unfamiliar tightens in my chest.Sheās drunk. Too drunk. But sheās smiling. Not the small, guarded smiles Iāve
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His Poisoned RoseĀ Ā Ā Part 98
His Pov:I stand on the balcony, the city lights flickering below like dying embers, as I take a slow drag from the cigarette I borrowed from one of my men. The smoke curls in the air, a temporary distraction, but even that isn't enough.I donāt smokeānot usually. Iāve never needed vices to dull my mind, never sought escape in addiction or meaningless habits. Iāve always been above such weaknesses.And yet, here I am.Because of her.Sheās made me crave, made me restless, and made me need.My fingers tighten around the cigarette, the burn at my fingertips, nothing compared to the fire coursing through me. I canāt erase her from my mind. No matter how much I try, she lingersāher ice-blue eyes wide and full of something between fear and defiance. Her swollen lips, parted and trembling. Her teary eyes, her breathy moans and her tight cunt all just leaves me hungrier.The way she looked at me, the way she sounded, the way she felt wrapped around meāso impossibly tight, so warm, so fucking
