His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 92

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Fate was a word I didn’t believe in

Just like I now didn’t believe that the girl in front of me, the one who had bumped into me last evening had done so by accident.

Anger ran its course through my veins that this silly little person had planned our encounter yesterday, and I had assumed it to be accidental.

When I took a step closer to her, she shook, audibly gasping.

And I must be a sick ba*t*rd because her fear turned me on. Pressing the gun I was holding to her forehead further, my cock strained against my pants when she whimpered.

Oh, all the things I could do to her.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out right now,” I threatened.

She gulps, the horror somehow darkening the grey in her eyes. I am innocent,” she pleaded.

That voice. How would I sound like if she moaned my name? Scratch that. When. When she moans my name.

“Innocent people don’t run, cupcake.”

Her lips quiver. “I- I was walking back from the bathroom and I paused hearing your voice. I didn’t- I didn’t h

swear.

“Huh.” I retrace the gun, putting it back into my pocket. “You didn’t hear anything?”

“N-No

“Are you lying, cupcake?”

She shakes her head. Once. Twice. Thrice,

“Hm.” I pretend to believe her, stepping closer. “What is that?” I eye the phone in her hands.

“N- Nothing” Her eyes twitch, the phone now clutched safely in both her hands behind her back.

“Nothing?”

hear anything. I

away, enough to notice the tears glistening in her eyes, but that doesn’t stop her from gasping when my

looked she wanted to close her eyes at the contact, as if my touch

her heart was beating fast and loud because I could see it pulsate in her

shudder. I know her vivid imagination played that scene in

Locked,” I comment, stepping back. “Open it

straightens up despite

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usually ask nicely,

never asked,”

that he had followed me here

turn my head towards him, entertaining

I will get this done and crack

it, for some reason the very words send a spitfire

jaw, resisting the urge to hiss.

focus all my a attention on the lost looking kitten in front

but shakes her

“Okay then.”

in a swift motion, grasping her by her long locks. A shriek escapes

sobs, the tears she had been holding in

worse, I reassured her before rummaging through

it out loud, watching with amusement

like you’re a liar, cupcake,

I will delete it, I promise. You can delete

go, I repeat out loud, almost sounding

“Yes, Sir?”

is the Bratva’s punishment

“Death, Sir.”

click my tongue, turning to the girl who had

I can’t die,” she begs, “I have to stay alive.” Tears meant shit to me. Usually. Somehow, the way she was crying and

Mercy

going to kill you,” I tell her softly. “Why don’t

Mia,” she sobs. “Mia

Mia Carson. Interesting.