[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)

#84 - Adult content | 02-11-2024 *** A loud crack of thunder shattered the silence. "Bade rishte aa rahe hain tumhare liye." His voice was cold, laced with menace, as he traced the barrel of his gun from my forehead to my jaw, the metal chilling my skin. (Many good marriage proposals are coming for you.) I fought against his hold, desperate to break free, but it was futile. My hands were tightly bound behind my back with my dupatta, leaving me powerless, perched on his lap in nothing but my nightclothes. "Reject the proposal," he commanded, dragging the gun slowly from my neck to my chest, making my body arch in response to the icy threat. I inhaled shakily, my breath catching as his mouth latched onto my chest through the fabric, his teeth sinking in with brutal force, each bite sending searing pain through me. "I'm giving you a choice," he growled, his voice dark and possessive. "Either become my wife, or be my mistress. Because no one else will ever touch what belongs to me." Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stared at him-my stalker, a man who claimed it was love. But I knew better. This wasn't love. It was pure, dangerous obsession. ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Jasmin Javed was a college student at one of the most prestigious institutions in Mumbai. Her beauty was captivating, leaving people unable to look away once they saw her. Though she had many admirers, she always ignored their advances. That was until a mysterious, tall, and wealthy man intruded into her life. He was her stalker, always lurking in the shadows, never revealing his face as he wore a mask whenever he appeared before her. He claimed it was love, but Jasmin wasn't easily deceived-she knew it wasn't love, but obsession.