Grounded ● Sienna Wilson // ON HOLD

Grounded ● Sienna Wilson // ON HOLD

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'Hi!' I yell over the loud music. 'What song?' He asks, turning to his computer and looking through his music files. 'Black Beatles!' I reply happily. He looks up at me, 'what did you say?' I lean in closer until he can feel my breath against his neck, 'Black Be-' Suddenly, my foot slips before I know it, I'm falling. My glass tips and I lose its grip, it smashes against the computer and the screen smashes loudly. My fizzy lemonade splashes all over the speakers and they give a loud whine before going completely silent. Everyone turns our way. I lie in the floor, my skirt nearly touching my head. My pants are being flashed in front if around 4000 people now, my lemonade has splashed all over me, my hair is soaking and my makeup is running. I'm sprawled across the floor, everyone staring. Somebody, kill me now.
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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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