"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily."
He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes.
"A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't...
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Her question still echoed-"Will you pay for it?"
He backed away, licking the dryness off his lips, voice steady.
"Then go shower."
She blinked, confused.
Sultan tilted his head, amused by her innocence even now.
"Come to me clean," he said, "if you've truly decided to sell yourself."
Her breath hitched.
"I'm waiting," He added darkly. "Eagerly."
As she entered the bathroom, he undid his tie and the cuffs. He went on to unbutton his shirt, loosen the collar, and poured himself another glass of wine. She was taking longer than he'd expected. But he was determined to be patient.
She touched him.
With those shaky fingers, messy hair falling into her face, lips quivering like she had no idea what she was doing to him. And fuck, he was furious.
Not just because she insulted him this morning. He let that slide. He should've been angry. Hell, he was angry.
But the thing is-he was wrong. He made her uncomfortable. He scared her. It's true. He wasn't not some innocent college boy. He was a criminal. A monster in their eyes. Even his own mother says it to his face. So why was he so pissed when this little firecracker called him exactly that?
Maybe it was the way she said it. Maybe it was because he actually cared what she thinks. That's the part that triggered him.
But then- Then she stood in front of him. Face flushed, eyes nervous, voice soft like she was begging him to kill her softly.
"I'll sleep with you....."
Just like that.
The blood that rushed through his body in that moment? I could barely think straight.
Her voice was trembling, but her eyes-those damn eyes-looked straight into him. She didn't know what she was saying. Didn't know what those words meant coming from her mouth to a man like him
And still, for a second-he wanted to forget everything. The hatred, the warnings, her pleas, the damn insult from this morning.
He wanted to throw her on that couch and take her. Fast. Hard. Unforgiving.
She didn't even have to try. No effort. No cheap perfume. No fake lashes. He had seen women cry. They beg, plead, scream-it never moved him. But her tears?It was seduction. And she didn't even know it.
She made him, Sultan Emad Khan-who's been through everything from gunshots to betrayals-feel like a fucking teenager with his first crush.
The second she touched him boldly, he couldn't breathe. Just a soft graze of her palm. And he forgot who he was.
