Indian Mafia Romance SAMPLE only

PROLOGUE

I betrayed the devil. I dared to insult him in the worst possible way.

Aditi lay on the bed, shivering in the darkness. The slightly humid yet pleasant ocean breeze coming through the French doors in the bedroom didn't offer her any solace. Her mind was consumed by what consequences waited for her that night.

The dark flash of cold fury in Anirudh Shaurya's eyes when he caught her in the act of betrayal ran through her mind in a loop. There was bloodlust in his eyes that night. Whether it was directed at her or someone else, she didn't know it yet. All she knew was that she would pay in one way or another.

Her body trembled violently imagining his punishment.

She tried to draw in courage, but she couldn't. Not that night.

The soft sound of approaching footsteps made her heart almost beat out of her chest. Her breath stuck in her throat when the door to the master bedroom suite opened and shut close with a soft click.

The faint smell of familiar expensive cologne filled the air making her body shiver violently. She kept her eyes closed and tried to even her breathing, so she could pretend to be asleep. But it was of no use.

The footsteps got closer to the bed, until they stopped right next to her. And then, there was utter silence.

Even though her eyes were closed, she felt the intense gaze on her. She felt him leaning towards her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a soft touch. The rough pads of his calloused fingers moved slowly along the length of her bare arm.

Her skin broke into goosebumps, and her body trembled even more. But this time, along with fear, she trembled with desire.

Her body recognized his touch and automatically craved him. All the intimate moments they had spent together made her body constantly at war with her heart. Even though she didn't want to, she desired the devil.

She wanted to open her eyes and shout at him to stop touching her. She wanted to tell him once again how much she hated him. That she would never fall in love with a man such as him. That she would never accept him as her husband.

He had stolen her away. Away from the life she had planned for herself. Instead of leading a simple and happy life, she was dragged and plunged into the dark underbelly of crime.

He was the devil—a ruthless, brutal devil with no conscience or humanity.

Her intense anger and sense of righteousness gave her the courage she needed. She opened her eyes and met his gaze.

"I hate you," she whispered.

She could see him clearly in the soft moonlight spilling through the large windows. The expression on his darkly handsome face was terrifying even as he remained silent.

Her breaths came out faster as he continued to watch her and touch her. His fingers moved from her bare arm to her shoulder, and then moved to her neck where her pulse beat rapidly.

She knew it was time for her to pay. He would make her pay for the sins of her father. For all the times she had challenged his authority and refused to bend to his will. And most of all, he would make her pay for the ultimate insult and betrayal when he caught her with another man that night.

She knew her time was up.The devil would demand his dues that night.