• 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐬.
"Well, What can we expect from a match made in hell and a story started at a funeral?"
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• 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞.
A powerful business tycoon. A man, whose mere p...
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Stunned.
Parinidhi felt her heart flip when her head forced back with a huge force making it bump to the wall behind and a soft pair of lips swallowing the gasp that escaped her mouth. Goosebumps erupted all over her body and her big brown eyes widened.
A series of shivers ran down her spine when she felt his one hand slipping around her waist while the other wrapped around her throat, in a tight grip. She shuddered when his lips started to move. Not in a gentle way, not how he held her hand or not how he caressed her waist before, like she is a fragile glass, one hard grip and she would break but this
It is like a Fierce collision, that has born with desperation. As if every movement of his is to consume her whole yet devour her in bits, to the point she would left behind with longing and craving for it more. She felt the grip tightening on her neck, blocking her wind pipe while his lips where busy swallowing every breath of hers as if his life dependent on it.
Everything around them ceased to exist, it was like, all that mattered of him was her touch and taste. She shivered in his arms when his warm tongue invaded in hers, taking her only source of breathing away. She forced her eyed close and moved her hands to his shoulders for a balance. She moved her lips against his slowly. Her heart hammered in her chest and small tingled of electricity passed through them.
His tongue explored her mouth while her hand fisted his neatly ironed black shirt. Her head of bumping to the wall and she is not in the position to feel it's pain nor in the position to acknowledge that they broke a vase which was sitting on the table with their movements. Too busy in their session, her hand moved to his hair, soft and silky locks only to have a strong grip on them.
He sucked her lips even harder and they felt the metallic taste of blood. He didn't stop nor he allowed her to move. His movements were fast, hard and raw making it hard for her to match his pace. Her lips went numb and swollen and her head felt light. He is not showing a sign of stopping nor he is allowing her to breath.
The grip on her throat of still the same when she felt small black dots appearing on her vision. Her lungs burned with the lack of air and chest tightened. Her movements sealed only then he moved away, allowing her to breathe. In her blurry vision, she saw his grey orbs which are almost black staring at her while she collapsed in his arms burring her face in his neck, taking deep breaths to fill her lunges with air.
Her mind was fogged, not allowing any of her senses to work. It felt like all of her energy had been drained from her body. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored. She didn't realize when he carried her inside until the softness of the mattress touched her back.
Taking a deep breathe, she opened her eyes and as soon as she did, they locked with his grey ones. He was hovering over her, hands beside her head, face right above hers. He was not sweating like her, he looked fresh which oddly made her clench her thighs.
