𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 & 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬
"Say it, Roohi," he murmured hotly against my skin. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I whispered. "But only if you can handle me."
My thigh slid between his legs, deliberately brushing against his hardness. He hissed against my lips.
"You're playing dangerous, Roohi," he muttered, voice dark and ragged.
I only smirked, breathless.
"Then take me somewhere we can both lose."
And he did that.
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he kept his lips on mine and slowly pushed his cock - I scream when his top starts to stretch my hole. He continues to kiss me and pushes dipper as I cried whimpering- he nibbles on my lower lip and pulls away from the kiss "ahh" I breathed out letting the tears fall down my cheeks.
"How dare you say his name and try to threaten me with it? You think I'll allow him to do all that you?" He rams inside me in a ruthless go and I scream loudly,
"Answer me, for fuck's sake, Roohi!" he growled, voice thick with rage and desperation, as tears streamed down my face from the sheer intensity of it all.
He held my legs and spread the wide then started thrusting into me wildly! Making my breath bitch and my body shutter.
"No, you won't allow him-I'm sorry, ahhh," I cried out, my voice trembling as pain and pleasure tangled in my throat. A satisfied grin spread across his face, pride gleaming in his eyes as he watched me unravel beneath him.
He is so big it's tearing me apart- his thrust became even more erratic his pace quickening as he kneels down and softly kisses me on my forehead - hands spreading my legs wider.
"You feel so good babyy..
my perfect girl your taking it so fucking good" his eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hips moving back & fourth hiting the perfect spot.
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This book is a collection of mature, short stories written for readers aged eighteen and above.
"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."
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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?
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!!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!!
!!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!