Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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We were sitting in serene silence, yet the echoes of our love resonated in each other's embrace. His hands were on my bare waist, tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers down my spine with every touch. His chin rested on my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck. In my entire life, I had never felt so tranquil. I had experienced a myriad of emotions, but today I felt truly loved and cherished, all thanks to my husband. I never imagined love could be this exquisite. The mistakes of my past were left behind, and everything seemed so wonderful. My life was an empty jar of memories, but now I wish to fill this jar with our shared moments.
Ayaan cleared his throat, drawing me back to my beautiful present. "What happened, tigress? Where are you lost?" he asked, concerned, and I chuckled softly.
"Lost in you," I replied, gazing at him with admiration. His eyes softened, and a smile played on his lips. My eyes found the mole near his lips.
"Alright, Mr. Shy Kapoor, let's play a game," I said, and he looked at me, surprised.
"What game, tigress?" he asked, nuzzling his face into my collarbone. I bit my lips to stifle the sounds.
"Ayaan," I said, my breath shaky as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to my neck. Though it made me clench my thighs, I turned my face sideways to grant him better access.
"What's the game, tigress?" he asked innocently, though his hands wandered to the most not-so-innocent places, causing me to shudder under his touch.
"We can each ask the other ten questions, and we each get one chance to avoid a question," I said, feeling his body press closer against mine.
"Fine, start with your questions."
"But first, stop doing what you're doing," I said with a shaky breath, biting my inner cheeks.
"Why? We can play your game, tigress. Ask what you want," he said, his voice sultry, his hands drawing patterns on my waist, making me feel ticklish in my poor stomach.
"You go first," I protested, trying not to make any sound. He dipped his face deeper into my neck and sucked, and I moaned, unable to stifle the sounds.
"Your sounds are driving me crazy, tigress. Start with your game, or else I'll start with mine, which only has my rules," he said, and I could feel his sly smirk making me blush.
"Your favorite color?"
"Anything you wear makes that color my favorite," he said. Although he teased me with his touch, his eyes conveyed sincerity.
"Your greatest achievement?"
"Having Mrs. Kiana Kapoor as my wife," he said, and his every answer made me blush even more.
"Your favorite dessert?"
"I don't eat dessert," he replied, and I felt a twinge of disappointment. I thought his answer would be me. "Shut up, Kia, don't get ahead of yourself," I chided my inner voice.
