LET ME HATE YOU

Right or Wrong?

Time stopped.

Amaan saw realization replacing desire in Asmaira's eyes.

And as if reading her thoughts, he found her escaping him, again. However, this time, he didn't make an attempt to hold or stop her from running. With closed eyes, he leisurely raised his head towards the sky, letting the rain wash over his heated body. A smile broke free, deepening his dimples while he ran his fingers through his wet locks.

For a moment, it looked like his rationality was back, holding him from further working on his intrusive thoughts. However, the next second, when his eyes snapped open, he was far away from the poised and composed Amaan Hashmi. What stood in the rain was a predator who smirked at the naivety of his prey.

Unbuttoning his shirt with one hand and leisurely taking a back step, he moved in action, feeling the bolt of a thrill run through every pore of his body at the vision of a small deer believing she could evade him this time.

Unaware of unprecedented doom, Asmaira could only think of running and hiding somewhere before she could get a grip on her damn body. However, she came to an abrupt halt when everything turned black around her. If it were another time, she would have screamed in fear. Instead, she felt relieved.

Relieved that the stillness around her will give her the necessary respite and clear her head. Relieved, the darkness would give her an excuse to not face Amaan or herself.

However, that relief didn't last for long..

Before she could ponder, she found herself roughly turned around, locked between strong arms in an iron hold. Her pounding heart jumped to her throat when her palms landed on his bare chest. She couldn't see Amaan's expression; however, she could feel his body humming with something raw.

Her gasp, muffled by an aggressive kiss. A flash of lightning, and that moment was enough for her to witness a madness in his eyes when he was devouring her lips. Surprised at the sudden action, Asmaira parted her lips only for him to push his tongue into her mouth. The aggression and hunger in the kiss made her dizzy, so she grabbed his shoulder as an anchor. It was not a kiss. It was staking possession. Like a starved being, he devoured her lips as if he couldn't control himself. His hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her into him, deepening his stake.

Amaan didn't need vision to find his wife; her scent was enough to gravitate him towards her even in the darkness. He could feel her body melting in his embrace, which only drove him mad.

Raw, chaotic. It was as if time ceased to exist.

She moaned into his mouth, and it only made him scrape his teeth against her lower lip. Her moan was like fuel to the fire, turning him into a feral beast. The hand holding her neck slid down and ripped her blouse from the neckline.

Asmaira shrieked into the kiss, but that didn't have an ounce of effect on Amaan. Breaking the kiss, he started kissing her throat and sucking her skin to leave his mark like an animal. Removing her saree from her drenched body, he glided down, kissing her collarbone, trailing over her breast valley, and halting at her belly button.

With a lack of vision, every kiss and touch of Amaan deepened the throbbing between her legs. She couldn't help fisting his hair and tilting her head when he grazed his teeth over her waist deliberately and in a slow move kept untucking her saree with his teeth. The cloth pooled around her ankle.

She shivered when a cold breeze hit her bare legs and the next moment cried out in surprise, feeling his lips at the place throbbing between her legs. Taken aback by the crudity of their position, she couldn't help stepping back, pushing him by his shoulder. However, the next second, her breathing hitched, hearing the ripping sound and cold lips pressed against her panties.