❝ 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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A B H I M A N Y U
The thought of her with another man clawed at my insides, driving me mad. Insane.
He would be there by now.
He would've hugged her, let his filthy hands roam over her.
Breathed her in sweet intoxication, touched the softness I just had in my grasp. Because It's mine.
"No, he fucking can't!" I snarled, slamming my fists against the steering wheel. My anger boiled over, and I jammed the keys into the ignition, speeding off toward her house.
The drive was a blur, my thoughts a chaotic mess of fury, jealousy, and something darker, something I couldn't name. Something she isn't ready for.
When I reached her doorstep, I hesitated for half a second, trying to get a grip on myself. My fists were clenched so tightly that my knuckles ached, and I could feel the storm in me threatening to spill over.
She opened the door, her expression shifting from surprise to something unreadable as the dim light from inside highlighted her features. She has changed her clothes into a short full sleeves black dress, Her eyes, her lips, her soft, infuriatingly perfect skin. She looked so deceptively innocent.
Innocent. What a joke. I almost laughed at the thought. There was nothing innocent about her, nothing pure about the poison running through her bloof and yet, here I was.
"I hate myself for wanting you, Amisha," I muttered, my voice low and rough, almost unrecognizable. The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I couldn't stop them. "Every time I look at you, I remember what you took from me."
She froze, her hand tightening on the doorframe like she needed it to keep standing. Her eyes widened in confusion or maybe in guilt. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't." The word came out sharper than I intended, but I didn't care. My voice shook with the weight of my anger. "Don't you dare pretend you don't know. Everything in my life... everything I loved... it's gone and yet..."
I took a step forward, close enough to feel her breath hitch. Her scent, sweet and infuriating, wrapped around me, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. I leaned in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. "And yet, I can't stop wanting you. It's pathetic, isn't it?"
She opened her mouth, probably to deny it, to feed me some lie, but I silenced her, pressing a finger against her lips. My gaze bore into hers, dark and unyielding. "Let me hate you properly, Amisha. Let me burn this obsession out of me."
My hands found her waist, instinctively pulling her closer. Her softness melted against my hardness, her warmth fueling the fire inside me. My voice dropped, dangerous and almost pleading. "Let me have you tonight. Just tonight. I promise I'll be a good boy. No grudges. No games. Just us."
