The door clicked shut behind them.
Her back met the wall before she even realized she'd taken a step back.
Zane's hand was already there, flat beside her head, his body a whisper away from touching hers.
*"You shouldn't be here,"* he murmured, his voice a deep rasp that slid straight to her chest.
*"Neither should you,"* she shot back, though her breath betrayed her.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.
*"You're engaged to my best friend, Sahiti."*
Her lips parted at the sound of her name on his tongue - low, deliberate, sinful.
*"And yet... you're here."*
Her hands were at his shirt now, fingers curling into the fabric like she needed something to hold on to.
*"I can't love you,"* he said, each word like a warning and a promise. *"If I do this, I'm not just touching you - I'm betraying him."*
*"Then let it be betrayal,"* she whispered.
That broke him.
His mouth crashed onto hers, fierce and hungry, every kiss tasting like a secret they'd have to live with forever.
One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him until there was no air left between them.
Her gasp was swallowed by his lips as he trailed heat along her jaw, down the side of her neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make her knees weaken.
*"You have no idea what you're doing to me,"* he groaned, his forehead pressed to hers.
Her reply was a whisper against his mouth.
*"I think I do."*
His thumb brushed the curve of her lower lip, his eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing in the world he wanted.
And in that moment, with the sound of their uneven breathing filling the room, she knew - they'd already gone too far to turn back.
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Two people with different personalities and different dreams are forced to live a same life ... lets how they adjust with each other ?❤️
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Please read this story at your own risk it's a cringe story and has lots of mistakes ??Contains BDMS? story is unedited ?
I'm warning y'all before only ?✋?
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.???