FORBIDDEN FLAMES: A TANGLED ARRANGEMENT

"You have a fucking death wish, Sunshine." His voice was low, a lethal promise laced with something darker. Something filthy.

Aayushi's breath hitched.

She should push him away. She should fight.

She didn't.

Because the moment his other hand slid up her thigh-under the hem of her dress-every thought shattered.

"You want to act like a slut?" His fingers curled into her flesh, his grip possessive, punishing. "Fine. But you do it for me."

She gasped as his hand slipped higher, his fingers grazing the edge of her lace panties.

"You knew I'd come for you." His lips brushed against her ear, his voice a slow, dirty drawl. "You wanted this."

She shook her head, a weak denial that melted into a whimper when he pressed his palm against her heat.

"Liar."

The crowd danced around them, oblivious to the way his fingers teased the lace between her thighs. Oblivious to the way he owned her without even undressing her.

"Tell me, Sunshine," he murmured, his fingers pressing just hard enough to make her thighs tremble. "Is this what you wanted?"

She bit her lip, desperate, burning, helpless against the man who had ruined her.

"Say it."

She squeezed her eyes shut, her body betraying her, arching into him.

And then-he stopped.

His hand withdrew, leaving her cold, empty, aching.

She whirled around, fire flashing in her eyes, but Abhimaan only smirked. Dark. Sinister. Cruel.

"If you're going to be a fucking tease, Sunshine," he said, tilting her chin up with two fingers, "then I'll make sure you learn exactly who you belong to."