Amir & Amira

Amir & Amira

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Oct 19, 2020
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She's the angel who helps and hides He's the devil self centered , someone people despise She has the positive aura Positivity is long lost in him She's a whole piece He's scattered into pieces She doesn't have history He has a painful past , a misery She's his P.A Amira Atifa and a secret famous wattpad writer He's her CEO Amir Khan , he was secretly in love with her , the secrecy writer. As She was the lightning before his thunder They met in a stromy night . _______________________________________________________ Don't worry guys not your same cliché story line but with a lot of twists and turns . Plus , only my characters are Muslims, this story doesn't represent Islam . And please don't judge before you try this bk . Give it a try , maybe you'll find it good
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"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

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