Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓
10 parts Ongoing MatureIt is the demon's gravitational law to fall for the angel.......
His eyes scanned her face. Her lips wet and pursed, her eyes watery, and her hair in a messy bun. She looked tempting even in that manner. He suddenly had flashbacks of their agreement, and a devious smile spread across his face. He pulled her closer, which startled her. She felt his cold hands caging her waist as she looked at him with nervous eyes. He was eying her like a piece of meat, which made her feel scared. She was feverish, and his carnal desires were regular and repetitive whenever he found her alone. She was growing sick in this manner.
"What...what are you.?"
"You don't know? Did you forget what we agreed on that day?" His voice was intimidating yet cocooned with lust. He bit her cheek, making her wince in pain before his tongue stuck out, wiping it. Well, if you forgot, I will make you remember what exactly we dealt for." His hands took off the pin of her saree, but she pushed him away, looking terrified. But his hand had already grasped the end of her palm. She shuddered at the complete blackness in his eyes.
Trying to free it from his grip as he rolled his hand, pulling closer. She sobbed, trying to hold it tightly to her chest against his pull enough to rip it like nothing. "Not today, please. Not now. I am really not well."
"Why should I care? He was stoic when he said that. "You agreed to do whenever I wanted to." With a thud, she crushed into his chest. Her eyes widening in fear and uncertainty as he traced his hand down her face. Her eyes were closing tightly. She whimpered, but Sultan was lost in admiring her beauty. His eyes were hot and longing. His fingers traced her lips as she cringed. He forced her to look at him. Her eyes saw him leaning closer, and she started to move violently."No, please..."
manipulation ×obsession×sacrifice×gore
contains no consensual intimacy. Heavy smut,dark romance,and stuffs. Read at your own risk.