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Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

You can still be among His selected people. And the man who stood infront of him had now drowned himself so much into the web of his lust, desire and wants that he was now not able to differentiate or to draw a line between what was right or what was wrong. The line was now removed and the right or wrong were now merged. To him the right was wrong. And the wrong was right. He lost. Sufyan forwarded his hand when Ayaan placed something on his palm. "This is a chip," he told, leaving Roshanay from his hold before taking a step back, "you've to plant it in Moosa's study,"

she said quietly, “that you’re used to choosing when the risk becomes real.” Silence. Then, almost reluctantly, he said, “They’re offering you something.” Her brow lifted. “Who?” “A firm in Zurich,” he replied. “Independent advisory. Full autonomy. It’s a powerful move.” She absorbed that. “And you think Serena had nothing to do with it.” “I think,” he said carefully, “that it puts you out of reach.” Out of reach. Not free. She stood. “That’s the point,” she said. “It looks like independence. But it’s exile with better lighting.”

"The bond is there, but he’s broken. He’s obsessed with a dead woman and that useless, haunting child. I need him to see me. I need him to crave me until he can't get enough air in his lungs." ​The witch cackled, her clouded, cataract-filled eyes fixing on me with a knowing glint. "You want a pheromone, little wolf. Not just any scent, the Siren’s Pull. It doesn't ask for love, and it certainly doesn't ask for permission. It demands a total surrender of the senses."

The summer night's breeze was still a little warm; I stared dazedly at the lights beneath me. "Don't sit there. It's dangerous," a voice suddenly rang out. I turned but couldn't see the person's face clearly. All I knew was that his voice was soft and gentle. He held out a candy. "Do you want it?" I didn't like sweet things, but I still accepted it. The strawberry-flavored candy was so sweet that I wanted to cry. After a brief hesitation, he dragged me back from the side of the building. He said, "I'm in a bad mood. Could you have a meal with me?"

There must be magic behind his touch otherwise why am I getting turned on by him? Lazarus smirks, desperation flaring in my chest and itching at my fingertips. “Must be aggravating to carry all that pent-up anger around.” He chided, fingers to moving down towards my cleavage, my nipples tightening in anticipation. “Relinquish your control to me and I’ll give you power of not being devoured by your thoughts.” The pounding of my heart thundered in my ears, his offer tempting as I peered through my lashes at the intensity of his inky orbs. I’m being swallowed by his abyss, his intoxicating scent of saffron that should be illegal.

My senses heighten with my indecision, sounds and scents surging, pulsing, drowning my thoughts until I seize the invitation, making my choice before it’s made for me. The invitation is relentless, its presence a constant, shimmering dare. I study the mirror, the sharpness in my own gaze a reminder of how much I have at stake. The temptation to go to the gala gnaws at me, a dangerous longing that refuses to be silenced. I need to see it, to feel the risk and potential, to weigh it against the secrets I've kept locked inside.

“Since you're so sure I want more of you and I'm sure it's the other way round, let's do it like this.” I walked closer to him, leaning in close to him with my index fingers running down his chest slowly while my eyes remained fixed on him. “First person to be unable to resist the urge to call the other. Looser gives the winner a grand.” His smile widened.

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