His hands held my waist faintly as he stepped closer to me so much that there wasn't any space left anymore. I looked down, my face heating up, my body heating up so much, that I gripped his perfectly ironed shirt in my fists, now crinkled.

He observed my every reaction to his touches, to his actions, his words, and felt powerful. I

His eyes were hooded with lust, and I got lost in them when I looked up.

Our eyes locked. We kept gazing at each other, eyes swirling with emotions never defined, to us at least.

As I lean in to kiss him, he pushes me on the bed behind me, holds my wrists above my head.

He smirked.

Once again, he felt powerful, he felt dominant.

"Welcome to hell, Princess."

He kept looking at me with a smirk, arrogant.

I kept staring him with a emotion I still couldn't defy.

We kept staring.

He realised he caught a new fish in his pond of sins.

I realised....I really was caught in his pond of sins.

I was officially fooled by his game.

I was in a competition with hell itself.

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@ lovestruck2006

[2020]

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