❝ 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
He took my phone out of his pocket, typed something, and turned the screen toward me.
'IICYIFU.'
I blinked. "W-Wha-WHAT?"
Before I could process it, he smirked, his voice dropping into a low, lethal murmur.
"I know you're a bookworm, doll." His eyes darkened with something wicked. "So... If I Catch You, I Fuck You."
My heart stopped. Then, it raced. My legs took a step back on their own.
He ran a hand through his wet locks, his every movement slow, deliberate, predatory. "You thought it was funny?" His voice was calm, too calm. "Run, doll."
My breath hitched.
"Because I don't trust myself right now."
And then he moved. I gasped and turned, bolting away.
I ran, my pulse thundering in my ears, but he wasn't just keeping up, he was closing the distance. His strides were longer, faster, and with terrifying ease, he was almost upon me.
Then I saw it. The wall at the far end.
I was trapped between him and the wall. I skidded to a stop, my breath ragged as I turned to face him.
What the hell did I get myself into? I wanted fun, but not this kind.
His smirk deepened, his muscles flexing as he stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a hunt.
My legs refused to move. My body betrayed me, frozen in place as he stalked closer.
He grabbed my arm, twisting it behind me, yanking me against his hard, wet chest.
His lips curved against my ear. "Why aren't you laughing anymore?" His tone was mockingly sweet, but the dominance in his grip sent a shiver down my spine.
I swallowed. "Abhi, I was just playing around. I'm sorry—"
He didn't let me finish. His head dipped, his breath fanning against my neck, and then his lips.
He left a wet kiss. Soft. Teasing.
His fingers traced slow, burning circles over my exposed back, making my breath hitch.
"You sing, don't you?"
I was still recovering from the kiss when his voice came from behind me.
I stiffened. "Y-Yeah, but not for any strang—"
I gasped as he tugged the dori of my blouse tighter, his fingers grazing my skin.
"Sing Zara Zara for me." His lips brushed my earlobe.
