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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Kiana's POV
I stirred in my sleep, feeling something hard beneath my head. I opened my eyes, adjusting to the sunlight, only to find myself resting on my husband's hard, toned chest. How did I end up here anyway? I'll ask him later. For now, I'll take advantage of this opportunity—once he wakes up, he won't talk to me. I laid my head back on his chest, placing my ear over his heart, smiling like a maniac as I listened to his heartbeat. It was time to seize the moment.
I began placing kisses on his neck, nibbling near his pulse, and his eyes shot open. He looked down at me as I gave him a sheepish smile, hoping he had forgotten about yesterday. Although I should be the one who's angry, I can't help but forgive him.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Kiana," he stated, his voice raspy with arousal and groggy from sleep. I bit and sucked on his pulse point, making him groan, and in a swift motion, he flipped me over, hovering above me. His eyes darkened with desire. Even after just waking up, he looked like a god. How is it possible for a devil to look so good? But then again, he's my devil.
"You're doomed, Kiana," he said, his voice laced with a threat that only made me crave whatever he had in mind. I felt myself getting wet—fuck, even his words are enough to turn me on.
"Call me tigress," I ordered, my voice firm, and he smirked.
Damn, that smirk.
"I won't. I'm still angry with you," he said, his smirk sly and his eyes gleaming with desire and lust.
"Then go to hell," I spat, pushing him to get up, but he pinned me down, leaning in close.
"You started the game, baby girl. Let me finish it," he whispered, his hot breath fanning my ear as he licked the shell of it. I looked at him, my irritation mixed with anticipation.
"Shall we, Kiana?" he asked, emphasizing my name to annoy me—he knows exactly how to push my buttons.
"Fuck you," I said in anger, glaring at him.
"That's my job, baby," he replied, his hands slipping inside my t-shirt, teasing the outline of my bra. He slipped a finger inside, poking my breast and kneading it, making me release a soft moan.
He withdrew his finger, looking at me with a hungry gaze, and commanded, "Strip, Kiana." He moved slightly away, watching me as I obeyed, slipping out of my t-shirt and pants, leaving me in just my bra.
He parted my legs, placing his knee between them as I rubbed myself against him.
"You like rubbing yourself against my knee?" he asked, and as I continued, he attacked my breasts with his mouth, devouring them like a baby while I gripped his hair, letting him feast on me. He sucked and nipped at my breasts, leaving them with a pop, then turned to the other one.
"It would be disrespectful if I didn't give them equal attention," he said, and a blush crept over my cheeks as he sucked on my other breast, giving it the same attention while massaging the first one. I was drowning in pure pleasure.
