44 parts Ongoing "A-Aryan..." her voice trembled, breath uneven.
I smirked. "Miss me, butterfly?"
Her body was taut, shaking, but not from the cold. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing, resisting. Weak.
"Let me go," she whispered.
I didn't move. "Why?"
"You-" her voice cracked. "You killed him."
My smirk didn't waver.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "You're not just a businessman. You're a murderer."
I tilted my head. "And?"
Her breath hitched. "And? That's all you have to say?"
"What else do you want, Siya?" I murmured, brushing my thumb against her pulse. "An apology?"
Her eyes darkened with rage. "You don't even regret it."
I chuckled. "No."
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"What do I want?" His voice was low, edged with something dark. "I thought that was obvious."
I held my ground, refusing to back away even as he stopped mere inches from me.
"Say it," I challenged.
He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his eyes roaming my face before locking onto mine.
"I want you, Siya."
My breath caught.
Not because of his words-I had known it from the start-but because of the way he said them.
Not a request.
Not a plea.
A statement.
Like it was inevitable.
Like I was already his.
I forced my chin up, summoning every ounce of defiance in me.
"You don't own me, Aryan."
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