Like a moth attracted to light

Sara moved his head up slowly and peeked at him. He pulled her closer to his face, he grabbed her chin, with an icy cold glare, "You will live here from now on." He moved his head to kiss her, but she moved away.

"I just agreed on being your mistress, not your prisoner." She sneered and pushed him away before walking out of the room.

Michael went crazy, why was she so interested in leaving her? Was he not good enough? He felt his heart was leaving him. A sudden pain hit him and he dashed out to follow her.

He holds her from behind, making her halt. He snuggled his head into her collarbone making her gasp in shock. She tried to control herself. No, she can't go back to him. She needs to go back to her kids. She can't fall for him.

Her mind was trying to stop her heart before she regretted it, but Michael slowly opened his mouth, gave a soft peck at her collarbone, before nibbling on it. She was losing her mind, her body was intoxicated to it. She turned around to stop him but as soon she turned her face, he attacked her lips, bites on her lips like a hungry wolf before slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Sara tried to not kiss back, but when his tongue invaded her mouth, she couldn't stop it anymore. Michael pushed her onto a wall, caressed her soft thighs before slipping his hand in. Sara couldn't stop herself from moaning.

She knows it's not right, but her body was getting addicted to it. She pulled out of the kiss and looked at his eyes, "Stop, it's not right." She tried to remove his hand away, but her words made him crazier.

He carried her into his room and put her on the bed. Sara tried to struggle to get out of there, but his one cold glare enough to make her silent.

Sara attempted to get out of the bed before anything, but Michael pinned her back on the bed, him on top of her.

"Let go of me. You are crazy." She shouted out at his face but it didn't even budge him, instead, he started kissing and biting her neck aggressively.

Sara was astounded by how he was acting, he never did something like that, this was not the Michael she knew. The Michael she loved was someone who would never force or think of hurting her. Tears rolled down from her eyes, "Stop." She begged, trying to stop her cries.

On hearing her cry, Michael came back to his senses. What was he doing even? He has gone crazy to do that. He got up from the bed and went to the toilet.

"Leave before I come back." He said coldly, before leaving the room. Sara got up, she was shaking, what happened to him.

She was still trembling in fear, she got up and left the place instantly. On getting out of the house, the tears that she held for so long finally burst out, she broke out.

No, she can't be here anymore. She rubbed away her tears and walked away. She wished this her last time meeting him.

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Michael went inside the bathroom and he looked at his face, it was not him. He was never like this, why was he becoming a monster for her. He slammed his injured hand into the wall like crazy. Why? Why?

He shouts out in fury, this is not him. He was never like this. But for her, he was becoming one. This is definitely not him.

He broke down on the floor, this pain doesn't heal. The fear of losing her again scares him to death. Just the thought he will never see again can't let him be normal.

He wants her to leave but also not, he wants her but also not. Everything is messy like usual. He hates her yet loves her.

Can this be called love even? And what is love? This feeling of pain of losing her every second kills him but why he forgets everything when she was with him. No matter how much she hurts him, those wounds can never stop his love. Was love the pain we get or the joy of being comfortable with your loved one to the point, you get addicted to her like a moth to light? You know that light will burn yet you still want to touch it before you die.