"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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His mouth moved hungrily over mine, his body pressing me against the wall of the Red Room. The music outside thudded through the walls like a second heartbeat, but in here-it was just us.
He growled into my mouth, his voice hoarse with restraint. "Don't tempt me, jaan. I'm not a safe man tonight."
"You never are," I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.
With a guttural moan, he lifted me effortlessly by the thighs, pinning me against the wall. My yellow saree slipped between us, clinging wetly to my skin where sweat began to pearl. I could feel his arousal through his pants-hard, thick, straining-and it terrified me how much I wanted it.
He kissed me again, this time bruising. His tongue slid into my mouth. "You don't even know what you're asking for," he breathed, pressing himself against me, grinding slow and mean.
"Then show me," I panted, biting his bottom lip.
He dragged me to the couch, tossing me down like a precious object he didn't know how to handle. His fingers fumbled with the pleats of my saree, tearing them open.He stared.
"You look like a fucking goddess. Dressed like purity...walking straight into sin."
His hand slid between my thighs, possessive and slow. My hips jerked.
"Sultan," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.
"Keep saying it. I want to hear it while I destroy every part of you."
He kissed down my body-my chest, my belly-his teeth grazing skin as if he wanted to mark me in places no one would ever see. I arched into him, threading my fingers through his thick hair, tugging desperately.
But then-he stilled.
Frozen.
His breathing grew ragged.
I looked down to find him trembling, his head buried in my belly.
"Fuck," he muttered brokenly. "You shouldn't have come here."
I swallowed, heart hammering. "Why?"
"Because I was already losing control. And now I'm going to ruin you for every man who ever dares to look at you again."
He slid back up and kissed me. A drugged god at war with his own temple.
