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I whisper huskily into her ear and savour the sound of her gulp. “You’re incorrigible,” she breathes clutching my shirt. “I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘insatiable’ and for you, you’re damn fucking right I am.”

His sinistic hungry gaze bored deeper into her afraid hazel ones as he leaned his face closer to her and finally her existence froze hearing his those words. "I am an insane sinner and I will ruin my Heaven with my insanity, "

But the silence wasn’t silence at all. Not for him. It was filled with a voice. Ishtiyaq’s voice. Every word from that call played over and over in his mind, taunting him like a cruel melody. "she will leave you herself once she sees the monster you really are." The words bled into his thoughts like poison. He slammed his fist against the desk, the glass rattling dangerously, but no matter how many times he tried to shake it off, it came back. The same sentence, the same mockery. Like a broken record stuck on the most painful line.

"How can you believe such a girl who left you and came to me? And now on her marriage day she left me and came to your, how can you believe such type of girl...." "Enough." Before that he can say something more nonsense about Sanam, the dominating voice of Asfand echoed in his room. And he has to become silent on that. "If you tried to speak any nonsense about my Sanam anymore then I will cut your this tongue." Roaring at him, he got up from his place and glared at her with a fire burning in his eyes. Aazal finds it better to stay silent on looking at Asfand's changing demeanor to a dangerous extent.

I was in a better position to drink anything as I had grown insatiable to what I usually feed on. No, scratch the part where I said insatiable. Insatiable was when one fed and still wasn't satisfied. In my current state, I had no hunger for what I usually fed on. The wine was always there to serve as a reminder of what it felt like to drink from a sweet essence. I wove off the reminder that it always tasted bland, no matter what sort it was.

Palmed one rough, fingers digging pale flesh, pinching nipple vicious till I arched squeal. Broke kiss gasping; his mouth latched my neck—sucking bruises, teeth nipping pulse. "Gonna mark you, sis. So every prick knows." Down to tits: engulfed nipple, sucking hard vacuum, teeth grazing areola. Tongue lashed the peak, saliva coating shiny; other hand mauled twin, rolling peak till both throbbed raw diamonds.

"What do you mean?" He rolled his eyes. "God, Sophie, do you want me to spell it out? I'm wild, and I'm unfaithful, and I'm just looking for a good time and an easy lay. You're the opposite, and you're easily hurt. You're Simon's type of girl." "Don't tell me whose type of girl I am, Jackson." "Just go inside, all right? Go!" I stood up, glaring down at him. "Goodbye… I guess."

"How is my little boy doing? Huh? You are so big now Simon. Man what has your mother being feeding you?" "Veggies and fruits!" Simon replied back the moment his laughter drowned down and Ian dropped him to the ground. "Long time no see pretty damsel" Ian enguled me in his warm embrace. His expensive perfume scent filled my nostrils. It was very strong. "I have missed you Ian. Honestly" I smiled. Ian stroked his chin cockily before responding, "I am America's beloved bachelor. Who would not miss me?" "Do not get too deep in your head" I mocked him playfully.

Caspian asked me while we swayed to the new melody playing. "Olivia Stephenson," I replied, and he smiled at me warmly. "What a beautiful name. Your beauty is exquisite." He said, and I thanked him. "Are you dating Beta Paul?" he asked me, and I shook my head. He beamed at me, and it made me nervous. I did not like his countenance. He was a handsome man. Grey eyes, dark hair, pronounced jawline, thick eyebrows, sharp piercing eyes, commanding lips and neatly shaven beard. He was a very handsome man, but I knew he wasn't a nice person. He did nothing for his people. He let the poor starve. The margin between the rich and the poor in Geneva was wide, and I doubted he cared about it. I could se

I was suddenly scooped into his arms and carried upstairs to our bedroom. He kicked the door open and dropped me onto the bed, I hadn't noticed he had taken his shirt off until his naked chest covered my body. "Touch me." He whispered, I did, I kissed the stubble running across his jaw line and the tattoos that inked his skin earning an appreciative growl from him which only encouraged me. I outlined the planes of chest and admired his toned skin and eight pack, Demetrius was the total package and he was married to me. I played with the buckle of his trouser suit and noticed his stretching erection through the fabric of his trousers, I gently stroked the bulk owning a moan from Demetrius. "D