Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (top fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

Disha's POV

His looking so beautiful in his red Kurta. My fiance....oops no my husband is the most handsome and beautiful person in the whole world.

*Knock knock* I turn my head towards the door as I heard knocking.

"Um vihaan there is someone knocking on the door" I say as I see vihaan not making any move to open the door.

"Who is it?" Vihaan shouts.

"It's me....Mia"

"Go away" vihaan replies. How rude.

"But vihaan I have brought milk for you and it will help you in increasing your stamina." Blood rushes to my face. How can she say something like this? What if someone heard her?

"Oh....but my stamina always tires Disha and I don't want to hurt her by increasing my stamina more by drinking that milk of yours mia." Oh my god this is so embarrassing. These two really don't know how to talk.

"Vihaan" I whisper shout.

"What Disha? Am I not right? Now Mia go away" this can't get more embarrassing.

"Yeah yeah whatever but don't you dare hurt or tire my friend."

Vihaan starts making his way to me. My heart beat rises. It's not first time but why am I getting this nervous.

I back myself as his body is few inches away.

My eyes gets close as I feel him caressing the side of my neck. I feel him opening the hook of my heavy necklace making my breathing heavy. He draws his hand to the front of my neck, where my necklace was.

"Was it heavy?" His voice has turned husky.

"Ye-yes." He puts light kisses where my necklace was.

My head tilt's to the side as he removes the my heavy earring. My back arch's as he takes my earlobe in his hot mouth. My body is becoming so hot that it's getting uncomfortable.

"I love you" he whispers and I want to say it back but my voice has gotten stuck somewhere. He peppers kisses behind my ear while his hand is removing the other earring.

He removes himself for my neck and I watch him in dazed. I love this man way to much.

His hand moves to my forehead removing the maang tikka. "I love your forehead covered in vermilion of my name."

He moves his hand down and removes my nosering. He puts his lips on mine. The kiss is slow and I am loving it. I kiss is upper lip then lower lip. He nibbles then sucks my lips hard.

He detaches himself. This thing which he is doing I am loving it as well as hating it. This feeling hits different.

In a lightning speed my dupatta (scarf) is on the floor leaving my midriff bare for his eyes. Goosebumps erupts on my body.

He starts caressing my midriff. A shudder passes through me as his hands touch my kamarpatta (a jewelry worn on the midriff). My head falls back as I feel his hot mouth around my navel. My hold on sheets tighten as I feel his tongue encircling the kamarpatta.

"AHH... vih-vihaan" a moan erupts from me as he tugs the kamarpatta with his tongue breaking it. I fall on the bed with my head bend as he swipes his tongue on my navel. My back arches and hands twist as he continues his torture on my stomach with his tongue.

I feel his hand on my stretched neck caressing it and it does something to my body. I try to lift myself but get stopped by his hand on my neck. My back starts paining from arching so much but I can't stop it.

My breathing gets even, my back falls on the bed, my hold on bedsheet loosens as vihaan stops doing whatever he was doing.

"You love me baby." It is more of a statement then a question but still I nod my head in dazed.

"I love you vihaan.....very much." I watch myself on the ceiling mirror. I am a mess. My skirt has ridden up till my mid thighs. There is a red mark on my midriff, must be due to kamarpatta. The left sleeve of my blouse has slipped from my shoulder. My face has vermilion which he must have spread from my head partition. Only few of my hair strands are braided and remaining are out in free.

I watch from the mirror as he starts removing his cloth one by one, leaving just his boxer.

Goosebumps forms on my body as he puts his index finger on my lips still standing. He spreads my lips and penetrates his finger.

"Suck." And I suck it wetting his finger.

"Move your tongue around it baby." I move my tongue around his finger. I remove my gaze from the mirror and fix it on his face.

He removes his finger with a pop. I lick my lips as some how they have dried. Instantly his eyes darkens.

I follow his hand as it moves to his nightstand, which has his phone. I instantly realised what is he going to do, but not having strength to protest I don't say anything.

My eyes gets close as light flashes on my face as he takes many photos of me. He has been doing that many times and when I ask him to show me, he never lets me to see it.

"Baby turn around." I turn having my back to him. The blouse loosens as he tugs the ribbon which was holding my blouse intact. Again light flashes making me know that he clicked my pics.

I again turn as he tells me. He tugs the blouse away. He bends down and draws a circle around by nipple through his lip. My hands goes to his head tugging his hair. He starts sucking it making my back arch and again my gaze goes to the mirror.

Embarrassed seeing myself like this I move my head to the side.

"Baby remove my boxer." My eyes widens hearing him. Even though we have been intimate many times I never touched him down there. My hands only touch his back and front not going below his navel.

He stands straight. "Do it baby. I want you to touch me. I never asked you as I wanted it on our wedding night."

Wanting to make him happy, I sit infront of him. With a last look on his face, I move my eyes to his thing. I lift my shaking hands on either side of his hips. I again take a look at his face.

In a lightning speed I tug his boxer down and my face comes face to face with his thing. He removes his boxer which has pooled around his feet.

I can't believe this fitted inside of me. It is so big. How did it even went inside of me?