♡ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞
In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that...
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Roop's Pov
I kept looking at his back muscles flexing deliciously until it disappeared as he took a right turn from the door. And got up trying to find my inner wears and dress he literally threw here and there all over the room. I didn't mind that at all though. Or was it me who threw it all?
My bra was lying on the bed, I tried to wear it while finding other things around the bed. But a shudder ran down my spine as soon as its soft material flicked and touched my nipples. They were still sore and tingling. Sending all the memories of his torcher on them to my brain and core. Yeah, there too. Isn't it obvious??
I don't think I'll get a wink of sleep today. Tonight is going to play in my mind on repeat like a favourite song. His eyes- dark and filled with overwhelming desire-, his touches- soft but possessive-, his lips and tongue- damping wet and talented , his words- dirty, filthy-, everything is going to keep playing in my head. I guess, all because it was my first ever time to experience such an overwhelming act I've only read about in books.
I smiled before turning around to find my panties lying in the corner of the room and quickly wore them. That's when I took a look around the room. It was huge with a huge bed in the middle. The whole was painted dark, with the furniture giving the same vibes. To the left side of the bed, there was an ensuite, a couple of cupboards and a huge mirror in the middle of those cupboards. To the right side of the bed, there was a huge ceiling-to-floor glass window just like the one in the hall. The whole city lights were dazzling below me as I looked out of the window making me feel like a main character in a dark mafia romance book.
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I turned to my left, opening the cupboard as he said. Only to gasp a little dramatically. The entire space was a treasure trove of my daily essentials - night dresses, casuals, shirts, t-shirts, pants, and even lingerie, meticulously arranged. It felt like a curated collection of my personal style.
I opened another cupboard, the one near a huge mirror, it contained all the beauty and makeup products I use neatly organised. Did he bring all these for me? Of course he did it for me. God, am I in a dream?? How did I get such an adorable but so freaking hot man all to myself??
