Emaan came out of the school, and as promised, Arzal was waiting outside for her in his car.
He smiled seeing her wearing the shawl. His heart swelled in pride, at the thought of her obeying him.
Arzal opened the passenger door for her and she quietly sat inside.
"Here, I got this for you." He handed her a small box, fastening his seat belt.
Her eyes twinkled seeing her favorite chocolate; Ferrero Rocher. "Th..ThankYou." She spoke shyly.
"Oh you will, baby."
Soon, they reached his house.
He carried her in his arms and took her to his bedroom.
No guards or servants were present inside the house.
Arzal just wants to keep her all to himself, where he's the only one who can see, touch, and feel her. He just wants to cage her with him. Where he is the only one who can see her, touch her, and feel her.
Entering the room, he put her down on her feet and pushed her near the bed due to which Emaan stumbled.
"Take off your clothes." He commanded her.
She gave him a pleading look, but one glare from him got her hands working.
Lust surrounded his head as her luscious body came into his view. She was wearing a red lingerie just like he told her to.
Mature content ahead. (Ink)
He went close to her and unclasped her bra, Emaan's body shuddered.
Mature content has been trimmed.
"Such a good little fucktoy you are. Only mine."
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RomanceEmaan ChaudaryA naive (Satra.)18-year-old high school student. Arzal Malik- A 26-year-old accomplished business tycoon and a perilous Mafia Don. ۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵۵ "I will tell my api and bhai about you! Leave me!" Emaan...
