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The Man Of Sin: The Series

Date: 6/27/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Rape, Romance, Author: Sage Of The Forlorn Path, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

looked away and blushed. “I guess.” “Want the rest? You can have it if you like.” She just wanted to scream, feeling herself being driven crazy by that smug tone of his. “…Yes please.” After touring a few other locations, Xavier suggested a walk through the park for a change of pace. As long as it meant not getting on the scooter, Helena agreed. He took her to Villa Doria Pamphili, a villa-turned museum with the grounds serving as the largest park in Rome. They orbited the white building, sticking to the shade of the trees as they enjoyed the beauty of the day. “You know, there is something that I never got an answer for…” Helena turned to him, afraid of what he would ask. “Why DO you try so hard to hide your accent? You’re a true daughter of the emerald isle, but I can tell with every word you speak that you try to hide it. It’s almost like a fake American accent, what you do.” As she had again and again, she averted his gaze, unable to look him in the eyes. It was a question that she didn’t want to answer, but what perplexed her was his tone. It was not mocking, but pure curiosity. He wasn’t asking her as the Antichrist to his hostage… but as a man to a woman. “I just… don’t like that I’m Irish.” “No, it’s more than that. The only people who try to erase or fake an accent are hipsters, guys trying to get laid, and people who want to completely sever the past and either can’t or won’t go home. So what is it? Come on, tell me your story.” Helena clutched herself, seething ... with anger. “You don’t get to ask me that.” They stared at each other for several moments, the sun on their shoulders. “Very well.” They continued walking, but after twenty steps, they stopped. A married couple was walking down the same path with a golden doodle on a leash, panting with hair over his eyes. Xavier approached them, speaking in Italian. “Excuse me, may I pet your dog?” They smiled and nodded, and Helena watched in amazement as he got down on one knee and began rubbing the pooch’s fluffy body with a grin. The dog wagged his tail and chewed on his hands, with Xavier… laughing. She had only seen him like this three times: when he was lying to look good, when he was flirting with her… and in that photo album. He was actually finding joy in something other than torture. She didn’t know why, but it made her smile, the last smile needed for her to lose the bet. Xavier thanked the couple returned to Helena. Once they left, she turned to him. “I’m surprised to see you like that. I never thought that you of all people would be a dog lover.” “Hey, even I’m not THAT evil. Of course I love dogs.” This only heightened her confusion and amazement. “Well I am half-human after all. There is a touch of good in me.” “But when you bring about the End of Days, won’t that cause a lot of dogs to die?” “I don’t want to destroy the world, I simply want to rule it. World domination, just hearing it kind of makes your heart skip a beat.” “Why do you want to rule the world?” “Because I’m ...