The revolver pressed to your forehead, cold and deadly. His eyes burned into yours. “Tu familia me quitó todo, maldita sea… I should fucking blow your head off.” His finger hovered, trembling. “But I can’t… you’re my poison, my fire.” He leaned closer, gun sliding down your cheek, lips crashing onto yours, each beso más profundo, más salvaje, every goddamn moment hotter until he lost control and didn’t stop, devouring you with every touch and sigh.
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