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A moan accidently slipped out of her Sneha's tongue as Virat was caresening her breast
"If not everything," he leaned in, his breath hot against the shell of her ear, "at least let me make you feel something."
He caught one dark peak between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud until a sharp jolt of pleasure shot straight to her core. He suddenly pinched her right nipple sharply. Astha's entire body jolted, a sharp spark of pleasure-pain shooting straight to her groin. A moan accidentally slipped past her teeth, a soft, broken sound that she tried to swallow.
"Hah..." Astha gasped, her head falling back. "Sounds good to my ear," Virat murmured, his voice a low growl of satisfaction.
"Moan louder for me."
"If you hate it just say it out," said Virat , His hand dipped lower, bypassing the waistband of her shorts. The absence of lace or silk was an invitation he didn't ignore. His middle finger found the entrance to her heat, already slick and weeping with anticipation. "You sure you don't want it?" He circled the sensitive hood of her clit, his voice dripping with taunting affection.
"Because you're wet here. Drowning, actually." The sound of his finger sliding into her-a wet, rhythmic shlicking-filled the quiet space between them. The friction was electric, his calloused skin sparking fire against her tender vulva
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Astha made one mistake.
She saved the wrong girl.
Now the most dangerous man in Mumbai knows her name, her address, her schedule, the way she laughs, the way her waist looks in a crop top on a Saturday afternoon. She doesn't know he knows any of this. She doesn't know about the photos. The dreams he wakes up from at 3am with his pulse doing things he won't name.
Virat Khatri has never wanted something he didn't eventually take. he would not stop until she is his
it's a fanfic guys of a book i read