“No, I’ll be going to fuck you, my little slut,” He growled, low and merciless, “and you’ll let me like the good wife you are.”

I shivered at the intensity of his voice, watching how the green of his eyes darkening as his pupils dilated further due to the anger swirling in it. Yuvraaj breathed harder, his grip on my waist tightening, giving away that he was barely holding himself back.

And before I could react his lips crashed onto mine, hard, claiming and punishing me in his own way.

The kiss was nothing romantic, it tasted like a threat, a warning and a hunger that had been festering all...