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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
My entire body goes stiff when I hear his words, and I must have lost my freaking mind because a wave of thrill and anticipation zaps through me. It's like electricity is racing through my veins, making my heart pound faster and my breath catches in my throat.
I turn my head to glance back, only to be met by the piercing gaze of those dark, hooded eyes staring at me intently.
I'm still pressed against the cool glass door, his palm on my mouth, his entire body covering my back. The moonlight spills on him, casting an ethereal glow that allows me to see him better.
He's dressed in a black hoodie pulled low over his face and fitted jeans, looking so dangerously alluring and hot like some damn stalker from a forbidden fantasy.
I lock my gaze with his for a few electrifying seconds, my heart racing as I take in the stunning contours of his handsome face. He studies me in return, his eyes roaming over every inch of my face.
Before I can process what's happening, he grabs me and shoves me into my room, pushing me toward the nearby couch at the entrance of the balcony.
Before a word could escape my lips, he shoves me down onto the armrest of the couch, my stomach pressed against the soft yet firm surface, bending me into an absolute awkward position.
I turn my head slightly, my gaze falling on him as he looms behind me like a dark, menacing shadow.
"W-what are you doing—" I start to ask, but before I can finish, he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me closer to his face. My breath hitches as I gasp in surprise.
"Don't. Don't fucking say anything that will make me angrier than I already am and increase your punishment." He warns, his voice low and gravelly, making me shudder.
His hot, minty breath fans against my lips as he breathes harshly, while his clean scent—citrus and fresh laundry—engulfs me completely, leaving me lightheaded.
I want to feel furious, to push back against his manhandling, but an unexpected thrill courses through me, mingling with my anger like a dangerous cocktail.
Have I truly lost my mind?
He shoves me back into bending position over the armrest of the couch, and confidently reaches for the waistband of my silk shorts, pulling them down until they gather around my ankles.
The cold air rushes against my skin as my ass is now exposed to his full view, and I realize I'm wearing a seductive red lace panty. Heat floods my face.
Freaking great, Mirha!
Why did I have to wear something so sexy today? It's as if I'm inviting him to think I was waiting for him, or maybe I was-
