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I am standing in front of Suzanne Rai Singhania's Cosmetic company Cara Mia. she approached my assistant yesterday saying she wants me to be her brand ambassador. she decided to conduct a meeting with me today to discuss further.
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My last goal is to be Mrs Mysha Saxena. Mysha Saxena...sounds good right? I know it does. My parents think the same thing and that’s why they fixed my marriage with their best friend’s son, Aryan Saxena. But little do they know that I don’t want him. I want his Dad. Neal Saxena, the reason why I feel delighted to wake up to this shitty world everyday. My felicity depends solely on him. I want him and I'll get him, whether he likes it or not.
"Playing with me, are you? You should know that the thorns along this path are sharp and can draw blood." "For you, I'd endure a little pain."
“No this isn’t right.” I push him back, a slight frown pulling up on his ravishing face as he cups my cheeks. “What isn’t right, princess?” “You and I, together, that isn’t right. You're My Masi's stepson, I can’t betray her.” My sentence ends in a gasp as he thrusts deeper into me. “Say that one more time, and I’ll fuck you so hard that you’ll forget to use your senses when it comes to overthink about it.” His lips brushes against mine as he husks, that mere touch getting me to the edge– though I'll never confront this to him. “I love her, I can’t do this to her—ahh.” A moan leaves my mouth as he thrusts in again after pulling out, as if he needs me more than he needs oxygen. “And I love you. I'm going to annihilate the love you have for others, until I'm the only person who you will share your heart with.” He kisses my neck as he keeps the sensual rhythm in and out of me. “But—” Words get stuck on my tongue when he starins his hand forward to pick up his pants from the floor and takes out a gun from his pocket, all the while keeping himself buried inside of me. He looks straight into my eyes, a villainous anger burning in his orbs as he places the gun on his temple. “Kabir what—” he cuts me off “Say that I can’t touch you again, and I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger and blow my fucking skull.” “But it isn’t right!” I snap, throwing the gun away from his hand. “I know” he whispers before placing his lips on mine, biting into my bottom lip. “But I’ll make it right.” he pulls back to murmur against my lips. This is wrong in every way possible, but he has no plan of stopping and I’m too weak to resist. I was never the kind to be told what I should do, but he? He is overpowering my system and making a space for himself in my soul. He's owning me, and I hate that. It doesn't matter how much I crave him, it’s forbidden, because he’s my Aunt’s stepson and right now he’s buried deep inside me while peppering kisses all over my face. I came here to visit my Aunt and her New family for winter. Getting into a scandalous relationship with her Stepson was never the intention. But now that it has already happened, it’s too late to put an end to this madness. It’s hard to resist when your stepbrother wants nothing but to consume every inch of your soul, to own you.
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