The Unknown

The Unknown

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He's here, he's there, he's not, he is. She can't figure it out but there is someone following her... or is it some-thing? why or what does he want. "Who are you and why are you following me!" I shouted at my mystery stalker, my fist tightly gripped the front of his nice suit shirt and tie. My nostrils flared out of anger and I was breathing heavy even though I hadn't done any running to catch him. My heart started to race in my chest when he finally looked down at me with those stone grey eyes. The words were stuck in my throat like a marble, as his head started to lean in closer to my face. When he finally stopped directly in front of my face so close our noses barely touched, disappointment shot threw me. Taking a deep breath I quickly dismissed the absurd feeling. 'This is your stalker Cat! What are you doing!' Pulling myself back to reality I realized his lips had begun to part. 'He's ganna say something!' His calculating eyes, flicked to my lips for a moment then back to my eyes. I almost swore I could heard a purring sound rumble through his chest. As I started to think I had gone insane, he vanished.
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"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." ✤✤✤ 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? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

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