"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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Mishti was still catching her breath when she finally managed to free her lips from his. Sultan let her go reluctantly, like his soul was stitched to her mouth and the separation physically hurt.She had tried to push him off with the little strength she had left, but he had completely melted into her — whispering something breathless and broken into the crook of her neck.
He leaned his head back, dazed, completely wrecked.
She sat there for a second, legs trembling, dress half-pulled up, her thighs sticky and full with him. Her eyes fluttered shut as she slowly tried to come back to her senses, heartbeat thudding in her ears.
They didn’t say anything. Just sat there in the heat of their mess, air thick with the scent of lust and something dangerously close to love.
After a while,she fixed her blouse, still half-breathless. Sultan reached for his shirt lazily, eyes still heavy with the afterglow. Their gazes locked—slow, lingering.
He looked like a man possessed. Ruined. Like whatever had just happened in the backseat wasn’t just physical. It had done something deeper to him.
She whispered, almost afraid of her own words, “Can people fall in love with monsters?”
His jaw tensed slightly, his breath catching.
“Can monsters even love?” she added quietly, her eyes searching his.
“Maybe,” he said, voice thick, eyes still on her lips. “Maybe they don’t know how to love right... but maybe they feel it worse than anyone else.”
She kissed him. Slowly. Tearfully.Like she didn’t know what to do with her heart, so she handed it over with her lips.
When she pulled back, she sighed dramatically, wiping at her cheeks. “Ugh, I need a hot shower. Drive faster, it’s—it's sticking everywhere.”
Sultan smirked, dragging his thumb lazily across her lower lip.
“That’s your fault babybird.”
She whined, shoving him lightly. “You ruined my entire day.”
“Gladly,” he said, watching her like she was the best thing he’d ever wrecked.
Then he leaned in close and whispered against her cheek, “You’re walking funny again.”
She gasped, cheeks flushing as she pushed his face away, laughing breathlessly. “You’re so full of yourself.”
He glanced at her sideways, biting back a grin. “You’re full of me too.”
She gasped. “Sultan!”
Then she called for Abid in a small voice. They drove home in silence.
When they stepped into the hallway, the lights suddenly burst on and a cheer echoed through the air-
