Hell with Roman
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a trembling on the bed. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her chest risin
mist
upid m
the ice between them. That the memory of what he once loved would remind
burned where his fingers had dug into her skin. But
d the moment he ste
is voice ringing in he
d you to
ng. "I remembered how much you loved your birthday part
r got to
ying. She had screamed, flinching, her arms instinctively wrapping aro
h
hate his bi
rd to this day with so much excitemen
en he
't have a
e lower this time, b
of his anger. He never hated his birthd
is si
si
her since she ar
e wa
man grabbed her, yanking her forward
hers, his breath hot against
entment, eyes dark and piercing. "How could you do this to me? I loved you. I loved you m
arted, but no
ice almost cruelly soft now. "I want to see you cry. I w
eath h
ging me for help. That is how helpless I want you to be. That's how unhappy I wish
denly as he grabb
onto the bed, he
rd, storming out of the room an
e was gone,
sobbing, her body shaking w
ad she
turn the boy who once