InfamousDove
It was supposed to be a harmless prank but turned out to be anything but.
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Some encounters are accidents.
Some are fate.
And some were never meant to happen at all.
She was mischievous.
She was reckless.
Rebellious. Too clever for her own good and entirely incapable of staying out of trouble.
He was cold.
He was ruthless.
Calculating. The kind of man whose silence could make the room go quiet.
She was Indian.
He was British.
In a country where one wore the uniform and the other learned to fear it, their paths were never meant to cross.
And when she stumbles into the path of a man she should've feared, what happens when the line between forbidden and inevitable begins to disappear?
Will they find something worth defying everything for or will the world they were born into tear them apart?
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Allistair closed the distance an inch at a time, trapping me against the silence of the room until I forgot how to breathe.
When he spoke, his voice was a low, velvet rumble that vibrated straight through my chest."The things I want to do to you..."
The foreign syllables hung between us. I couldn't translate his language, but the dark, possessive heat pooling in his eyes needed no definition.
A dizzying flutter ignited in my stomach, sending a violent flush creeping up my neck.
His large palm slid up, locking firmly against my burning jawline to anchor me in place. His thumb dragged across my bottom lip with a slow, bruising pressure that made my pulse skyrocket, half warning, half promise.
He hovered there, his breath hot against my mouth for one agonizing second. Then, his lips slid against mine.