The Rule
“You stare like you’re trying to memorize me,” she murmured quietly, without looking up.
He stepped closer, voice rough. “I already have. Every inch. Every sigh. But I still feel like I’m starving for you.”
He walked up behind her. His fingers trail over her collarbone, slow, reverent. She shivers.
“You shouldn’t touch me like that,” she whispered.
“Say stop, and I will. But don’t lie.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against the side of her neck.
Her breath hitched. “This… this is dangerous.”
He murmured, “You’re the most dangerous thing in my life. I’ve killed men with steadier hands than I have when I’m near you.”
She turned to face him, their eyes locked. One look—everything trembled between them.
“Let me ruin every thought you have of gentleness, Inayat. Let me be the fire you crave but don’t dare name.”
He lifted her, gently, set her on the table beside the couch. His hands lingered on her thighs, the tension coiling like smoke in the air.
He whispered, “You asked me once why I watch you like I might break. It’s because loving you has become my most violent instinct.”
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When King Agnil is betrayed and slain by his own commander, Samarth, his kingdom falls into chaos—and his daughter, Inayat, becomes the obsession of the man who murdered her father.
Years later, the exiled prince, Ayman, returns to reclaim the throne. His plan? Use Samarth’s sister as a weapon of revenge. But as vengeance tangles with emotion, Ayman finds himself torn between justice and the forbidden pull of love.
Can he destroy the man who stole everything—without losing the girl who might save him?