I was raised to hate him, but why do I burn for him? Valentino Ricci is the enemy. He destroyed my world and set my life ablaze. He snatched away everything I loved. He hates me and I do him. He is against everything my father stands for and I stand for what my father stands for. So I should hate him too ..right?
And I do hate him.. except his touch sets me ablaze and his voice ignites something in me. This isn't love, I'm certain. It's pleasure, power and pain.
It's an ignition as hot as fire and where there's fire, there's burns but who will sustain the burns is what I'm clueless about.
