Burning Hearts

14. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Chapter-14

Author's POV

Parul moved her head back as if trying to dig a hole in the wall through her head.

His intense eyes made her weak in her knees. She wasn't supposed to feel like this but her body was responding very differently.

Her lips seemed dry, her throat felt dry. She swiped her tongue across her bottom lip and was about to drag the lips in between her teeth. He held her bottom lips between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to pucker her lips.

His hold was rough yet not enough to hurt her.

" I'd gladly bite those luscious lips...leave it to me..." he said, rubbing his thumb pad on her bottom lip, caressing it.

She gulped at his words.

What was he even talking and what was she even doing instead of shouting her ass out?

"I said...leave..." she was annoyed, more at herself.

She was standing like a doll, allowing him to corner her and do whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

" Didn't I tell you clearly?" he ignored her words like a plague and assessed her lips, checking for any damages.

She didn't understand what he was implying.

She looked at him in confusion. His tone and his actions didn't match at all. He sounded like threatening her a while ago and his actions were gentle, he was assessing her lips keenly.

His long lashes shadowed his high cheeks. His pink full lips formed into a line, almost looking like a sharp line. His razor-sharp jawline raced through the trimmed beards, defining his toned face.

She nearly forgot that she was pinned against the wall without her consent and was admiring his face. He smiled, knowing very well that his looks did something in her heart.

" Stay away from Aryan...." his deep voice brought her out of the admiring trance. She couldn't widen her eyes anymore. Warning was clear in his tone, his twitching jaw proved that he was angry.

His eyes which were a chocolate shade turned into dark brown.

" Don't let him or any other men near you Fianna" he gritted, each word laced through clear warning.

She hadn't noticed when he set her hands free. She placed her hands on his chest, a satisfied grunt ripped through his chest as she touched him there again.

With all her might, she pushed him back but he didn't even budge.

A strand of his black curls loosened from its place, neatly falling on his forehead. Except for his strands, nothing moved.

When all he did was smirk at her frustrated move, her annoyance grew beyond limits.

" Rowdy!" she mumbled, gritting her teeth, looking at him with a fierce gaze.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips as she called him Rowdy.

" you're so funny...little Fianna" he smiled, looking at her, now, scrunched up face.

" I'm not Fiana, Giana or Diana, I am Parul...you've got the wrong person sir..." she whined at the last part.

" Fianna..Do you prefer sir? I'm fine with sir, master or even daddy... whatever you say!" he said, playfully.

The hint of mischief danced in his eyes.

She made a jeez face.

What the actual fuck was happening???