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I knew he was a bad man the day I met him.

Everyone knew it.  

It was his cold stare and the tick of his crooked sexy grin that hinted at it.

His actions were of a predator and I his prey.

 

Every touch, every word spoke, calculated.

He would have done anything for vengeance and I was only a means to an end.

 

It didn’t stop me from closing my eyes when he kissed me. Or from feeling his heart beat against mine as he pinned me beneath him.  

It didn’t stop me from staring deep into his gaze and seeing the pain and anguish beneath the hard exterior.

 

He took everything from me.

And I gave it willingly.

If only I hadn’t given him my heart.

 

 
 

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