Biking Kills
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Jul 9, 2019
As a summer passion of cycling the undulating country roads of France goes sideways, Donavan finds himself being drawn into a slowly expanding nightmare that won't let go. The simply Cyprus Pine with its majestic and pristine natural "Just Manicured" look draws Don to stop his bike one day at the top of a familiar hill to examine this tall tree that looks like an unfurled Christmas tree from a far. Dismounting ungracefully he looks into the inner walls of a small well kept French forecourt of white lime stone, the base of the three that stands some 35 meters high comes straight from an unnaturally perfect circular stone hole in the ground. Taking just one more step he will always wish he never took, the front door opened to a very well dressed and overly muscular man standing in the door frame, the sun now high blinding Don from any detail . "What do you want?" A gruff French deep voice rattled through his bones as he noticed a black squat muscular high end sedan with very low profile tires sitting behind the tree. It was then he decided to use the "Sorry I was looking for some water, I don't speak French" line, and beat a hasty retreat to his bike and an ungraceful
mount/move off at the same time maneuver. Gears ground as he stood and pushed his bike forward as he heard the deep throaty burr of the cars engine fire up.
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"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!
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