❝ 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥❞
When 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚, walks into his world, she's nothing but soft edges and shy glances-a girl burdened with debts, abandoned by a father who never cared. She only wants f...
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AMISHA
The second he started responding, a spark ignited between us, one of those dramatic K-drama moments, where everything else fades into the background.
Cold raindrops hit our heated bodies, intensifying the tension. His grip on my waist tightened as he pressed me against the wall, his large palm sliding behind my head to cushion me. Protective, yet possessive.
I barely had time to process before he took my lips again, hungry, demanding, completely in control. We fell into a rhythm, our lips moving in sync, tasting, teasing, devouring.
Three minutes? Five? I lost track of time.
Then he bit my lower lip, asking, demanding more. I gasped but quickly broke the kiss, shutting my eyes tight. I couldn't look at him.
I didn't trust myself if I did.
"Open your eyes."
His voice, husky and deep, sent a shiver racing down my spine. He pressed his cheek against mine, his rough stubble grazing my soft skin.
I tilted my head back, the sensation too much, his touch, the cold rain, the heat pooling in my stomach.
Slowly, hesitantly, I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. He was staring at me, intensely. Like a predator cornering his prey.
I nervously tucked my lip between my teeth. He noticed. Of course, he did.
With a lazy smirk, he reached forward and traced his thumb along my lower lip, his touch featherlight but burning.
"Do you know what you just did, doll?"
His voice was thick with something dangerous. Something unhinged. I swallowed visibly hard. "I-I saw..." No, you can't tell him that! "I just thought it would be fun, you know? Like how they show in movies."
I forced a smile. An awkward one.
For a second, he just stared at me. Then he chuckled.
Oh, no.
That chuckle. That sinful, unfair, stupidly hot chuckle.
I stared at him like an idiot, completely mesmerized. My forehead un-creased, my body relaxed, and before I knew it, I was smiling, too.
"I'll show you what fun is."
Before I could react, he stole another kiss, quick, teasing, just a taste. A cruel, unfinished promise.
I barely had time to pout in protest before he grabbed my hand, dragging me forward. "Come on."
I felt my face heat up. Was I... squealing? Like a schoolgirl?
