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His Favorite Sin

"Hey, stranger... you look dangerously tempting tonight." The words slipped out before I could stop myself, and a reckless smile curved on my lips. He leaned closer, voice deep and taunting. "Careful, Mrs. You might not survive what you're asking for." His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, pinned me in place. I knew in that instant I was standing before a predator ready to consume me whole. The way his hand brushed against my cheek sent shivers down my spine - and I hated how much I wanted more. --- Brinda thought she had finally found love, but betrayal on her wedding day shatters her fragile heart. Lost, broken, and angry at the world, she crosses paths with Jason - a notorious playboy with a dangerous charm and an offer she can't resist. Will Brinda allow her wounded heart to open again, or will Jason's dark world pull her deeper into a game of desire and deception? Step into a story of passion, betrayal, and fate - where one night changes everything.
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Chapter 3

Brinda's P.O.V

As I kept walking on the lonely road, I hugged my arms tighter as the chilly wind pierced through me, every step dragging memories I couldn't outrun - some places I cried, others I screamed."

I reached out for my phone in my black purse while booking a cab, but my head kept screaming, "I need to get the fuck out of here," I said, while banging my hand on my head.

- - - -

I kept glaring at the wooden building, rethinking every decision that led me here while bass vibrated through the floorboards and rattled my ribs - I closed my eyes for a second, letting it stitch something broken inside me back together.

My heels clicked against the bar floor like I was ready to run, but the weight in my chest dragged me back - there was nowhere else to go.

"Hey barman, get me the strongest drink you have - and be quick about it," I said as tears streamed down my face.

I muttered nonsense while disgusted eyes stared at me like I was crazy.

The burn clawed down my throat like fire licking dry wood until I drowned the noise - maybe I'd disappear too.

My lips savored every drop of the alcohol while my hands shook the bottle for one last drop-but it was empty.

I groaned, half-wishing death would finally meet me in this broken state while my hands trembled from the lingering high.

"I need to get my life more fucked, and maybe death could finally say hello," my head kept whining.

My wobbly legs rose, trying to assist my weak body towards the exit until our eyes met at a halt, which my breath caught as his eyes locked with mine - molten steel beneath lashes too perfect for a stranger.

"Gosh, who is that hunky man", I said flirtatiously, burning into each other's souls.

My body moved before I could stop it. I felt crazy-but I loved every second of it.

"Hey, stranger... Wanna take this somewhere private?" I said, licking my lower lip.

"What if he's another disaster waiting to destroy me? Still, I couldn't resist his aura - it was strange." Still, I kept glaring at him, unsure why I couldn't look away.

"Miss, you must really be in the mood", he said with so much boldness with a smirk.

His crystal eyes kept staring at my lips, and I knew the lion was ready to devour with no mercy.

His tender hands found my cheeks, which got me instantly wet for more. "This is what I need right now, and please, someone tell him to shut the fuck up", I kept on whining while observing his built, heated body.

His soft hands found their way to my boobs, squeezing them with all seriousness, allowing my lips to moan softly.

"I can see that you are ready to handle me", He said firmly while his left hand kept caressing my boobs.

"Yes, Daddy, please take me away with you - turn me into your slave," I moaned, the words spilling uncontrollably.

"Where the hell did I get this courage from, and who the hell is in control?"

"Oh, by the way, my name's Jason..." I would love to devour you for the night with your permission, Miss," he spoke while brushing his thumb across my hardening nipples, with his hungry eyes fixed on me.

"Who the hell would say no to this and the best part Is, I get more of this. Hell yes!" my mind kept spiraling.

"Yes, Daddy Jason... take me away," I stammered... pressing my lips together to keep me from screaming.

"Let's head to my room before the night ends", I said, gripping his hand as we dashed out of the shallow bar.

- - - -

As we walked into the magnificent room, he gazed at me with his hands swiftly laying me down on the soft, bouncing bed.

"You have such amazing skin - I want my fingers to leave marks on you." He said playfully while leading his hand down my clit.

I was about to speak, but a jolt of pleasure stole the words from my lips, "Ooh, you are soooo good", as his fingers moved in and out, quickening the pace.

"You are definitely going to be the end of me", I said while he slapped my ass, sending a ripple of heat up my spine.

He kept devouring me with his gaze while my body trembled for a heavy impact.

"Fuck!, I'm going to cum. Please please me harder, I need you", I said, biting my lips while body kept shifting from side to side from his dominance.

I held his face, bringing his lips close to mine, which we joined passionately for more intensity.

I couldn't stop glaring at his perfectly shaped body while his sweat intensified the atmosphere, "Damn, that was so good", I said with tongue tasting my dripping cum from my fingertips.

He forcefully flipped me over, my body arching in anticipation, waiting for the impact of his thick shaft pressed into me, erasing every thought but him.

"Mmm", I spoke with his hands tapping my clit.

"Don't worry, I would take good care of you," and before I could say Easy tiger my body burned up.

Our bodies moved as one, his every thrust a wicked melody echoing in my soul.

"This never leaves the room," he murmured, tracing my spine with a wicked promise. My lips whispered yes, Daddy - but my heart already knew... this secret would write its own forbidden chapter.

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