Possession by Laila Ali (ink ebook reader TXT) 📖

He nodded his head curtly as a response but still, she was uncertain. She wanted to confirm whether he meant what he said.

"D..oo you for..give me?" She meekly asked, still unsure.

"Yes, I do señorita." He replied shortly, keenly observing her suspicious face.

"You wo...not pun....ish me for, for dis...obeying you?" She hardly got the sentence out of her.

"Do you want me to?" He mused.

Her mouth gaped as she violently shooked her head.

"No! I just thought-" She hysterically replied.

He chuckled after seeing her innocent reaction and held her wobbly chin delicately.

"I won't punish you." He replied firmly.

"Waada?" She asked again like an innocent four-year-old kid. She had that thing in her, she did not trust anyone easily and that was why she continued to ask him over n over.

(Promise?)

"Waada" he replied as he pulled her thumb away.

"Irtaza," she called out his name, "pakkay Wala?"

(A real one?)

Something hit him, his name sounded so surreal and charming in her voice to his ears.

"Pakkay wala." He replied staring directly into her uncertain eyes and looking at her as if she is real. Her innocence attracted her more to him than her beauty.

(Yes a real one)

She visibly sighed in relief as her shoulders slumped down and the breath which got stuck in her throat was out again. Her heartbeat and breathing were back to normal, the fog of looming threat was no more there and a small smile broke on her lips. A small smile of success and suddenly tears begin to flow down her eyes. She felt as if a heavyweight is lifted off her shoulders. She did not know why she was crying but she felt overwhelmed. She was so afraid and fearful that her legs won't stop shivering and after listening to his three words she felt so relaxed yet so vulnerable. Her heart wasn't in her control as she hugged the first person which came into her sight which was the devil himself and began to cry on his shoulder.

She needed that. Someone's hug, someone's shoulder, and at the moment she didn't care on whose shoulder she was crying her heart out. She only wanted to make her heavy heart light as she tightened the hug making his shirt wet with her tears and soon small, soft began to rack her petite form.

Irtaza was taken aback when she suddenly engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug. He let her go this time only because of the immense fear he witnessed on her face so he decided to let her disobedience slide this time but in actuality, his callous mind wanted to punish her so badly because he never had taken disobedience well. But he wanted her to breathe freely so he let it slide moreover her childlike tactics turned him on and he wanted to take those quivering lips into a chaste kiss while tying her to the table and fucking her brains out. Yet her broken bone-crushing hug was least expected.

Her little sobs gained his attention back as he begin to run his fingers slowly into her silky hair to soothe her hysterical nerves. She had tightly gripped her shirt like her life was dependent on it, making him slightly chuckle.

"Tumhari aadhi jaan tw muj sei darney mein nikal jati hai," He muttered to himself and continued to massage her silky locks.

(You are so afraid of me)