The Iron Border
The morning rain had returned to the Tuscan hills, turning into a bitter, slate-grey downpour that battered the tall arched windows of the East Wing.
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40. UNHOLY POSSESSIVENESS....
HIS LAST WEAKNESS ... 18 +
I know I'm crazy, but I don't need him to be 100% sure of it tonight. Trying to steady my frantic breathing, I forced my eyes back up. "Now... where was I?" Rivan's dark blue eyes locked onto mine, a lazy, predatory amusement dancing in them. "Wherever you want to start, babygirl," he murmured, his deep voice sliding down my spine. Slowly, deliberately, his gaze began to trace its way down my body. His eyes dropped to my lips, lingered on the column of my throat, swept over my chest, drifted across my belly, and finally-shamelessly-slid down to my south. It took my sleep-deprived brain a second to catch up, but the moment the sheer, filthy weight of his gaze registered, my eyes flew wide open. In a blind panic, I practically leaped off the bed, my bare feet landing hard on the cold floor. "You psycho!" I yelled, my voice shaking violently. "Are you a mental patient, huh?! How can you be so utterly shameless? I get that you broke into my house, but do you have absolutely no manners? Is this how you talk to a girl?!" Rivan didn't even flinch. He just smirked, leaning back casually against the headboard. The words that came out of his mouth next made my eyes widen so far I thought they'd pop right out of my skull. "Okay, so take off your clothes, then we can talk." He tilted his head, his voice a smooth, agonizing tease. "Actually, this is just how I talk. Why don't you show me how you do it?" My whole body began to tremble under the raw, suffocating power of his gaze. He was reading me like an open book. "You are trembling," he noted softly. "You are the reason," I shot back, gripping my own hands to stop the shaking. His smirk deepened, dark and entirely unbothered. "Good. Keep trembling for me." The air in the room felt thick, heavy with danger. I literally couldn't process anything. My mind was completely short-circuiting, rendering me incapable of fighting back or even crafting a proper reply. I glared at him. "You're the devil." "Then get on your knees and pray," Rivan replied instantly, his voice a low, commanding rumble but full of teasing. _______________________________________ A wave of calm seemed to wash over his dark features. He stepped back and settled onto the edge of the bed. "Come here, babygirl." I stood there, staring at him hesitantly, before slowly moving toward the mattress. I made sure to steer toward a spot that was far enough to give me space, but close enough so he wouldn't snap at me again. But I froze completely when his voice cut through the distance. "NOT ON THE BED .ON MY LAP". "BABYGIRL" She tried to take a hasty step backward, but his voice pinned her to the spot, dark and heavy with a terrifying promise "RUN if you want, babygirl. JUST REMEMBER-I HAUNT BETTER THAN YOU HIDE." _______________________________________ Forgetting entirely where she was, she moved on his lap, a little too enthusiastically. Her excited shift slid her body right into his center, placing her directly over his heavy manhood. Rivan's hand instantly clamped down on her hip, arresting her movements with a harsh, unyielding grip. He was not a patient man, and she was pushing the situation to a dangerous, lethal extreme for him. A low, gravelly whisper scraped against Aadhira's ear. "Fuck."
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