ILIANA'S POV
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Standing in Drystan's strong, muscular arms, my heart that has been hallowed out over these last three days is now fulfilled with joy. The darkness that poured through my veins contaminated my mind and turned the colorful world into a gray mess. I know the truth. I know that I will suffer when the time comes for Drystan to drop my father's firm, but standing here, engulfed in the overwhelming lust that sparks when we're together, I simply don't care. Or how would Drystan say it? I simply don't give a f**k.
I smile against his lips, but it falters when he breaks the kiss, and takes a small step back, his hands stilling on my waist.
"You wanted to talk?" his vicious thick brows raise expectantly. Sucking my lips in between my teeth, I shake my head. I in fact didn't want
