[18 ] What happens when love tempts you to compromise everything you stand for?
❛Look at you, how you're breathing and trembling in need-craving my touch,❜
❛Shut up, Tapish❜
❛Then Shut me Up❜
A billionaire's daughter SAHEJ LUTHRA has built...
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"I AM GLAD you enjoyed it, Sahej, and now I want something in return."
I move closer to her, take hold of her shoulders and pull her in, bend a bit lower to speak the words of conviction, avoid getting too close to her lovely, kissable mouth, and whisper it in her ear. "Remember what you said when we were in my room and your bathroom? I want exactly that." I airily brush my hand over her stomach, sensing her tiny tremble beneath my fingers, and I spread my fingertips as though they wish to smear the touch of my soul all over her body. I place my exquisite fingers over her breast. I'm struck by seeing the prints of a red rush of blood appear and vanish as I knead her softly, squeezing her flawless breasts.
Damn, my dick can live on that.
"I can't remember," she quips, fluttering her eyelashes slyly, her dulcet voice creating a temple of innocence. She seems to relish the act, teasing me gently while graciously acknowledging her pretended oblivion.
But my little Lienzo remembers everything. That much is certain. But then I didn't save myself from the inflame that blazed a path through my veins.
A nefarious ember constantly burns within me, and still, I decide to play along. "Then let me remind you," I say, my voice a soothing balm, as if I am already certain of my next move—completely at odds with my true intentions.
Patience, I tell myself.
But I can't wait, damn it!
She understands what I want.
Good.
She blinks, feigning ignorance of how her adorableness intensifies my desire for her. Gently, I cradle her hand, dipping it into the water before my intentions can turn any darker. It's an unexpectedly delightful sensation. Yet, terrifyingly, the motion causes my gaze to shimmer with light and malignity, with illicit and unquenchable desires. Throughout this moment, my other hand firmly supports her back, and my eyes remain locked intently with hers.
As we stand together, encased in each other, I try to understand her facial expression. Though I am standing at my full height, covering the space between us, the moment I look into her eyes, I see only myself reflected there, penetrating my heart and soul.
