![]() ![]() I want to douse myself in gasoline and set myself ablaze, melting away in the flames just to escape these feelings, but I know it's useless. I can feel my body coming alive, heating, like he's expertly kindling a fire, one only he knows how to stroke. Once he reaches the small of my back, his finger pauses, before tracing a line along the waistband of my panties. ![]() It burns deep, raw passion and desire mixing with the purest agony. I hate the way he treats me, the way he affects me, the way his hands inflict the worst kind of pain before somehow igniting a fire within me. ![]() I hate the things he does, the man he is. ![]() I hate the words he says to me and the raspy tone of his voice. I've never hated something or someone so much in my life before. I hate myself for it, almost as much as I hate him. Despite my best attempt at pretending to be asleep, I tremble at the feather-light touch, unable to contain my reaction. To anyone who has ever believed they found their Prince Charming, only to realize he wasn't the hero you thought he'd be.Ī single finger slowly traces the curvature of my spine, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Any references to real people or real places are used fictitiously. ![]()
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