𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚

46.

𝓞𝓱, 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓭𝓲𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓰𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓷.
-𝓝𝓢

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The following chapter has mature content.

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The surprising new trait he had found in less than a day about Sofia was that his little vixen of a wife finds great pleasure in torturing him. His sullen mood goes from bad to worse when he enters the empty room with the scent of her lingering in the air reminding him she wasn't in there for the night after sending that mind-torturing photo of hers. She looked an absolute killer in that dress so gorgeous he could bet the heads of the men who passed by her would have turned twice in her direction and just the thought of it boils his blood with untamed anger.

And now as he lays on his bed after a quick shower he can't seem to erase her picture from his head. He grunts as he shifts to the other side closing his eyes shut for sleep to take over who's being a bitch for not knocking him off tonight.

The chime of his phone grabs his attention and he lazily reaches out for it. There was a notification stating it was from Asmara. He groans knowing that he was in for another torturous treat yay!

Clicking on the message he had received he downloads the row of videos and a specific one catches his eye and presses play. He couldn't stop himself from replaying it umpteen times finding it damn addictive. Those laugh that light up her surroundings like a fucking sunshine, those dimples that have him captivated, those sparkling brown eyes keep him drowning in their depths and that fucking dress and her sultry moves on the beats of a song playing in the background arouses his darkest of desire and he just can't wait to rip that dress off her like a man mad with hunger.

Not in his wildest of dreams he had thought he would be lusting over her and now he can only imagine things he can't seem to get out of his head unless he does those very things with her and attenuate his hunger.

Some more videos and photos come by and he groans in the silent room "for fake sake" at the side of Sofia in bridesmaid pyjamas with shorts that showcase her long sexy legs holding some kind of drink in her hand while talking with someone who wasn't in the photo. It was just her. Asmara may have clicked that picture without Sofia's attention just to roast him and she was so very damn successful in doing so. By the looks of it, his evil of a sister was avenging all the troubles he had given her.

Asmara:

Have a great night brother dearest.

A message pops up with evil emoji at the end of the sentence confirming his doubts about avenging.

Were they together into an operation of trouble the fuck out of Arsalan tonight? He thought as he locked his phone and sighed with no sleep in sight.

Feeling a heightened amount of desire and not being able to fulfil it was the most significant punishment and on that not being able to get any sleep was double the torture with a raging hard-on.

There was nothing he could do other than wait. Though the dark side of him wanted to do the opposite of it, barge into their bachelorette party and take his wife away and that would be very selfish of him. He can never spoil his sister's event, may he be in extreme pain.