"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me.
"I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice.
He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with th...
"You are mine, mine to fuck, mine to obsess and mine to love."
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He took his counted, intimidating steps towards me and unknowingly I took a step backward.
“W-What do you want?” I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me.
“I want to prove you wrong.” he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice.
He took another step towards me with his hands deep in his pockets and I took another step backward making me collide with the cold, hard wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine.
I gulped a lump down my throat and held his gaze before saying “Prove about what?” my voice is barely stable.
He took his hands out of his pockets and kept on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, “That your body doesn’t crave for my touch.”
He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. Blood rushed to my brain, my heart pounding heavily inside my chest and my chest heaving up and down.
I grit my teeth and said “My body doesn’t.”
He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear “Then why are you so nervous, rose?”
He kept his mouth near my ear and slowly his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands against my soft skin, making his way under my skirt.
My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core.
I could feel my wetness leaking down there. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body doesn’t like to go along with me and respond exactly the way he wants. He stroked his thumb gently on my skin and kept sliding up slowly, very near yet so far. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. My breaths were getting heavier and shallower.
He breathed near my ear and whispered his husky voice filled with sins making me snap out of my arousing pleasure, “No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife.”
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Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays her father's debt in exchange of marrying her.
But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this?
But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them?
This story is 18+ content which contain themes that might trigger many readers! Read at your own responsibility. But if you are gonna read this, you will have fun *wink eyes* Byee lovieesss ~shru
