Cellie’s povDemetrio stilled behind me, gripping tightly on my waist to keep from falling. “Did I hurt you baby?” He asked, his voice so tender, so gentle like it would hurt him if he did hurt me.It made me bawl harder.I didn’t know why I was suddenly crying. This feeling inside me, it was so overwhelming, so uncontrollable and much bigger than I. Bigger than I could handle and it refused to stop growing, it festered and festered and soon it would eat me whole.Crash, the voice said I would crash.Fuck! Who was I kidding? I loved this man, irrevocably. Hopelessly. With all of my heart, soul and body I love Demetrio DeLeon.“Bambina-” He soothed, turning me around and pulling me to him and the fear and concern in his eyes pierced into my lovesick heart.I blew out a pent up breath. “No, Demetrio. You didn’t hurt me. I’m just- I’m just enjoying all of this a little too much.”His grey depths were searching, his hands holding my face like I was a porcelain doll. “You’re not lying to m
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