Prologue~
Ranveer's movements were intense, his body pressing into mine with a primal urgency. As he leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, he tried to capture my lips with his. I turned my head away, a defying smirk dancing on my lips.
"Why won't you let me kiss you?" he growled, his frustration mingling with desire.
I met his eyes with a sultry gaze, our bodies moving together in a rhythm that bordered on the edge of control. "Because we are just going to fuck. No feelings involved, remember husband?" I replied, my voice a low purr, dripping with desire.
His grip on my hips tightened, his rhythm becoming more forceful as he leaned in closer. "You're my wife. We should be connected, in every way."
I shook my head, teasingly brushing my lips against his jawline, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my soft skin. "Oh, but husband, where's the fun in that? Let's keep things interesting, shall we?"
His eyes darkened with a mix of lust and frustration. He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. "You think you can keep me at a distance? You think you can deny me?" he demanded, his voice thick with desire.
I leaned in, our faces inches apart, my breath teasing his lips, close enough to feel their heat but far enough to remain elusive. "Maybe," I whispered, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "But for now, let's just enjoy the ride. After all, you just need an heir, and that doesn't require you to kiss me."
His anger surged, his face contorting with a raw hunger. His hand slipped under the fabric of my dress, fingers tracing the curve of my hip with a possessive grip. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, but I remained unyielding.
"You drive me crazy," he growled, his voice husky with suppressed need.
"Mhmm," I replied, my tone breathy yet firm.
Even as his touch sent waves of heat coursing through my body, I held onto my power. In the throes of our passionate encounter, I knew that my control over him was growing stronger with every teasing moment, every unfulfilled promise. And as he succumbed to the torment of my seduction, I reveled in the knowledge that I was the one in control.
Aesthetics~
Annika Sharma- 21 years old.
College student.
Ranveer Malhotra- 28 years old.
A dangerous businessman having ties with Mafia.
Annika x Ranveer
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Annika- The Scorned Wife
Romance18+ A dance of seduction.! I am Annika Sharma, and I married a sadistic bastard who deeply hurt someone close to me. Now, watch as I bring him to his fucking knees. .... In an arranged marriage meant to unite two powerful families, Annika Sharma fin...