Twisted Devotion:Bounded by Obsession
"I hate you, Malik." Kabeer leaned against the desk, watching her like a predator amused by its prey. "You've made that very clear, sweetheart." "Don't call me that." He smirked. "Why not? It suits you." Her hands curled into fists. "Everything about you makes me sick." "And yet..." He pushed off the desk, stepping cl...
