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“I love you,” he says again. “And I want to love you so f***ing hard there is no room for the past. Or the pain. And I will, sweet girl. I won’t stand by and allow you not to like yourself when what o see is… spectacular.”


Cringing at the use of sweet girl and little deer

“When I say you belong to me and that I will take care of you, this is why I mean. You’re not a stray. You are owned. I warned you once to tell me to stop. I warned you what it meant to belong to me… True, I didn’t plan on keeping you then. I do now. There will be times when you hate me. For what I have to do. I am sure of it. That will change nothing between us. I want you to know that if you try to leave, I

“Why? I have nothing to offer you, and you have everything. I get you felt responsible for me before… what do you want from me? Because I’ll be honest, Sir, I won’t survive much more of this. You’re saying things you don’t mean and making me stupidly hopeful for a future with you in it. You’re making me weak. Reliant… I won’t survive the day you drop me, Sir, because my entire world is starting to..

I love him. It’s not a small, blooming love. It’s explosive. Tremendously and devastating. His touch burns with this unrequited love.

I stalk her with mg eyes, watching the prettiest thing I have ever seen— a sight that makes my chest ache, my mind torrid — the thing I dare not throw down and clam despite my every muscle convulsing to do so, stroll nervously around, stopping to touch the fabric on a mannequin. I’m a possessive man…