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'Well, will you be my girlfriend?' 'You're supposed to be on one knee, idiot.' I get down on one knee. 'Will you be my girlfriend, Skye?' She acts like she's in thought, 'Took you long enough.' I grab her by the hips and pick her up. The elevator doors open and I open the lock to my penthouse with her still grabbing onto me. Even though it's dark, I can see her looking at me with those stunning hazel eyes. I would have her bent over right now if I could see her face as she pulls at my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. I pull her face to mine, she runs her cold fingers through my hair as I trace her soft lips with mine. Our breathing gets heavier, and her fingers go down to my stomach, feeling my muscles. I pull her hair downwards, kissing her neck as she struggles to stay silent, letting little whimpers escape. She pushes me away. I smirk, 'That's definitely a yes.' 'No shit.' She sarcastically smiles at me, looking into my eyes. I look at the red and pink marks starting to appear on her skin. 'You look so hot right now, I want to carve my name on your forehead.' 'Doesn't sound like a bad idea.' 'Skye, are you drunk again?' 'Maybe I HAVE gone soft.' She rests her head in the space between my neck and my collar, my hair wrapped around her fingers as she twirls it, at the back of my head and her legs closed around my waist. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A mafia boss's daughter and a man with just enough issues to kill with no second thoughts. They have a lot more in common than you think. A story about cheating, trauma, two sickos' unsettling love for the smell of blood and and a burning desire for each other. TW: Violence, Gore, Blood, Murder, SA, Abuse, Toxicity, Trauma, Self-Harm
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