15 parts Ongoing Mature"Do you ever think about me when we're apart?" he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
"Only to curse your name," she breathed, her body arching against her will as his hands found their way to her waist.
"Liar," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck, each touch a brand of fire. "You think about my hands on you. My lips on you. Don't you?"
"Never," she gasped, even as her fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer in a silent contradiction. Her mind screamed in protest, but her skin remembered every previous encounter, every forbidden touch.
"Your body tells a different story," he growled, pressing her firmly against the wall, eliminating any remaining space between them. "It remembers what your mind tries to forget."
His one hand pressed the back of her thigh, and a traitorous moan escaped her lips. "Stop," she pleaded, the word lacking any real conviction.
"I can't," he breathed against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "Not when you look at me like that. Not when your heart is pounding my name."
"Vihaan..." His name was a prayer and a curse on her lips.
"That's it," he encouraged darkly, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "Say it again. Let me hear the name you claim to curse sound like a blessing in this quiet room."
Tropes:
Arrange marriage
Enemies to lovers
Strong FML
Mafia
FML with a secret
Ceo×Ceo
Warning ⚠️: contains smut scenes and traumatic scene. READ at your own risk.