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The way he looks at me, his gentle unobtrusive touch, his deep voice telling me: "You're mine at night!" the way he ignores me on purpose. Have I fallen for him? In bondage to him? Why am I so attracted to him? Love? Absolutely not. He's not the type for love and he's made that clear to me a few times. He calls me his "kitten!" And I lose my mind every time he comes near me. My goodness, I want more and more. Sneak into his room, touch him without asking. Feeling his skin against mine, running my fingers through his hair and kissing him. Gosh Nika stop it, he's colder than Siberia, he thinks he can own everything. He already owns me without me wanting it. Our little secret games make me forget who I am. He makes me forget who I am.
Part 1
