Author's e-books - Sakshi C. Page - 1
I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn’t love each other. That word wasn’t in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy. I married Andrei, not aware of someone’s eyes on me all through these years. Danzel Lavigne. I had no idea that my husband’s older brother was obsessed with me. Completely, insanely obsessed. He wanted me from the moment he saw me but his father
"You said you want to help me right? Let me help you here," I gasped in surprise when he looped his callous arm possessively around my waist and pulled my cold body flushed against his hot one. I felt his warmth seeping through his shirt which was now slightly damped. My breathing turned ragged as he swept my hair to one side and started placing urgent and sloppy kisses across my nape. "You smell delicious, babe. Will you let me taste you? " he whispered against my skin
I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn’t love each other. That word wasn’t in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy. I married Andrei, not aware of someone’s eyes on me all through these years. Danzel Lavigne. I had no idea that my husband’s older brother was obsessed with me. Completely, insanely obsessed. He wanted me from the moment he saw me but his father
"You said you want to help me right? Let me help you here," I gasped in surprise when he looped his callous arm possessively around my waist and pulled my cold body flushed against his hot one. I felt his warmth seeping through his shirt which was now slightly damped. My breathing turned ragged as he swept my hair to one side and started placing urgent and sloppy kisses across my nape. "You smell delicious, babe. Will you let me taste you? " he whispered against my skin