Her Deviant Husband | [✓]

Chapter 67

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I am tired of begging people to vote.

Those who are still not voting... do whatever the hell you want.
This chapter is for everyone who voted.

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After I heard Aarna's heavy stomps fade down the hallway, I let out a slow breath and turned my head toward the lump on the couch.

"Reyansh—"

"Don't," came the muffled grumble from beneath the throw blanket he'd pulled over his head like a dramatic toddler. I bit down a smile and sat down carefully on the edge of the couch.

"Come on, it was kind of funny," I teased, nudging the edge of the blanket playfully, trying to peel it back.

The blanket slid down just enough to reveal his brooding eyes and very intense glare.
Uh-oh.

"Reyansh, I swear—" I started with a nervous giggle.

"What?" he snapped, but not seriously. More like Brooding. Pouting. Adorably mad.

"Is she gone?" he asked, eyes darting behind me.

I glanced around dramatically like we were on some secret mission. Then I gave him a wicked smile. "Looks like it."

I didn't even have time to blink before he lunged.

In a flash, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me off the edge of the couch. A surprised gasp left my lips as I tumbled into his lap, landing with a soft "oof" against his chest. My hands instinctively found his shoulders for balance, and his hands... well, they found my waist. And stayed there.

He tilted his head, lips curling into a smirk. "Now, where were we?"

My heart did this ridiculous little skip thing.

His voice had dropped to that tone—low, thick with heat, like he already knew what effect he had on me. My breath caught when his fingers started drawing slow, teasing circles over my waist.