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Really, Milan thought, my plump lips and dark eyes speak for themselves.
Really, Milan thought, my plump lips and dark eyes speak for themselves.
Hypeing himself up love to see it
Some decorum was necessary, however.
It was haunting, to live with the man that was killing you slowly. At times, Milan thought that he must be bonded to two different people—the one ruthless enough to torture Milan, and the one everyone else saw. The ‘good man’.
It was at these times that his hope dwindled, for his greatest fear, more than dying, was never seeing them again.
I’m not going to win.
“Please,” Milan choked out. “Please, he’s killing me. He’s killing me.”
“Do not pretend now, dear husband, that you did not know! The gloves—I begged you to let me touch you! I begged—just once a day, just once. How dare you sit there and pretend—how dare you?”
Just…why don’t you try to think of me as an individual instead of an Omega you’re bonded to?”
I have skills and interests of my own. I don’t need you, Raphael, or your money.”
“And you are still living with that man? Milan! He tried to kill you,” she said, clutching at his hands.
I love her she's so sweet
trying not to laugh. He had never heard Raphael stumble over his words like that before.
And yet, you have been so kind. You have been open and willing to know me at every turn and so now, now I must confess that I love you.”
