A PROFESSOR- STUDENT SUSPENSE MYSTERY THRILLER DARK ROMANCE NOVEL.🖤
"Pleaseeeeee....." I beg him, I'm so so close , His thrusts making me lose my mind
"Please what? I need words " I gush more under his deep husky voice
" I need ahhh ----, I need to...
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Naisha
After pushing him out of the room , I lock the door to avoid any further drama and clear my racing thoughts.
" What was that stunt you pulled?"
His deep voice resonates inside my room all of a sudden.
What the hell he entered through the balcony !
He slowly moves towards me, taking slow menacing steps towards me. His overwhelming presence is trying to consume me like a storm,
There's no space to breathe, no room to run away. I am drowning in his dark dominating aura, a sea of power and protection. Yet there's a twisted comfort in it, a perverse security. As if am his, and he'll fight to keep me that way.
" Why are you here? Go to her " I snap at him , trying to push him away.
" And Why exactly shall I go to her?"
His eyes looking like a stormy sea, foaming with a blizzard of feelings that oscillate between the wild waves of anger and placid pools of adoration for me.
" You only know the reason why you should go to her" I sigh looking straight into his eyes
His beautiful eyes which looks so conflicting today.
At times, they are flashing with the unbridled fury of an intense storm which will burn me alive, Yet, in an instant, they are softening to a molten pool of affection which will soothe me to sleep.
" No I don't know the reason, kindly explain " He sounds confused, his chin becoming taut with irritation.
" Because you had some relation with her or maybe you still have"
I shrug looking at his face, His brows slowly knit together in a tight, furrowed line, trying to contain the torrent of clueless stress churning within him.
" Go back to her " I mutter and the creases on his forehead deepen as his anger surges forth, as if he is utterly frustrated with my behaviour.
But as soon as I sniff a little, his face changes, a beautiful glance laced with adoration smoothening every line of anger - just like a chasmic ocean which has buried a plethora of feelings for me within it's depths.
But the irony is that I don't know what exactly those feelings are.
" Okay I am quite stunned with this new found information"
His lips which were curved downwards in a grimace, a few moments ago, slowly soften , curving into a gentle smile that strangely lights up his face.
