New Asya SS: Girl you are my addiction Thread 2 link given - Page 35

yes she is😆

yes she is scared of him 😆

and me too like him yaar😳

Edward wali pe tho mei mar gai

"I don't date because men want the ideal model on the cover of a magazine."

"I'm not like most men." He took her hand, turning her palm over in his. She liked his touch way too much. Asad stroked along her inner wrist. "And I think it's time you stopped treating me like other men."

She couldn't think with his hands on her. He caressed over her pulse. Staring down at his large hands, she actually looked delicate in comparison. Licking her lips, she forced herself to look into his black eyes.

"I'm here. You can't keep pestering me at work."

"Baby, I'm not going to stop pestering you until I get what I want."

"And what do you want?" She was almost afraid to ask what he wanted.

"Don't you know?" he asked, smiling. His smile was like that of a wolf before he was about to get his prey.

Zoya didn't say another word. She stared at Asad waiting. He continued to rub her wrist as he spoke.

"I want to f**k you, Zoya."

His words sent a thrill down her spine even as she was embarrassed by his bluntness.

Averting her eyes, she glanced down at the dance floor to see Lydia with her boyfriend, dancing. They were both having a good time as they were wrapped around each other. Did she want that?

"This is not good." She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn't release her.

"You're not going anywhere yet. You promised me tonight, and I intend to collect. Look at me."

She turned to stare at him, gritting her teeth as something tugged deep inside her. "What?" she asked.

"You're going to back out of tonight?"

"You blackmailed me into it."

Asad smiled. "Relax, Zoya. We're getting to know each other. I'll take you out to the dance floor, and we can dance and have a little fun." He leaned back and stared at her.

Sitting back, she watched as a waitress approached them placing their drinks on the table. Asad thanked the woman without taking his gaze away from her.

"So, you own this nightclub?" she asked.

"Yes. I'm a joint owner with a friend and partner."

"It seems nice." Biting her lip, she looked down at her lap wondering what the hell she was supposed to talk about.

He reached out to grab his drink, and she noticed his knuckles.

"Owning this place, is that all you do?" she asked.

Asad stared at her, his dark eyes stripping away years of protection to see deep inside her soul.

Shaking her head, she did her best to push the thoughts out of her mind.

"Yes, why wouldn't it?" he asked.

"Bruised knuckles and the suit, they don't match." She tapped her leg, looking around the VIP section. Zoya didn't recognize anyone. If they were superstars she didn't notice them or know where they were from.

"Some customers do not take no for an answer. I help where I can."

She frowned. "Since when did a businessman do his own dirty work?"

"This one does and has since he learned it was better to do things this way rather than relying on someone else." He lifted his leg over his knee and rested his head in his hand, staring at her. "Now, I've got questions."

She tensed, waiting.

"Why don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

Letting out a sigh, she pushed some hair out of her face. "I don't want one."

"Sex?"

"We don't know each other that well. I'm not going to tell you what I do."

His gaze didn't waver.

"You've never had sex or been with a man," he said.

She felt her cheeks heat even as she fought the embarrassment threatening to claim her.

"I'm not going anywhere no matter how much you ignore me."

"Have you had sex?" she asked.

"Yes."

"With another man?" She fired the question at him trying to make him feel like he was her.

Asad chuckled. "No. I've not f**ked a man. I've screwed a whole list of women. I've lost count of the number of women I've been with."

Jealousy struck her hard, surprising her. She didn't know what to expect from him and certainly didn't see him as boyfriend material. Zoya wasn't stupid. She knew what sex involved and how it happened.

Stumbling around the internet she'd found plenty of p**n readily available.

"So you've been with a lot of women. The bracelet you bought the other day, was that for a woman?"

"Yes. It was a parting gift."

"You give a gift to dump the woman?"

He nodded. "I want to take you to my bed, strip you and f**k you."

She paused in reaching out for her soda and glanced at him.

"You should know I'm not going to let you go until I get what I want."

"I'm not going to sleep with you," Zoya said.

"Baby, when I get you to my bed, we're not going to be doing any sleeping. I'm going to have you screaming in pleasure."

Asad handed her the soda that she'd pulled away from.

She took the glass from his hands and took a sip. In all of her life she'd never been bombarded with such masculinity. Asad was filled with it, oozing out of every pore.

He removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. The ink on his arms took her by surprise. She glanced over the dance floor in time to see Lydia leaving the floor. Her friend approached the bar, and one of the guards pointed up to the VIP section.

"I'm not ready to be interrupted." Asad took the soda from her hands and lifted her to her feet.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"We're going to dance." Before she could say anything more, they were heading down to the dance floor. Lydia and Darren passed them.

"Where are you going?" Lydia asked.

"Dancing." Asad answered for her, tugging her onto the floor. She didn't get a chance to say anything else as he took the lead.

People on the floor made a space for him. He spun her around and pulled her close. Asad's hand landed on the base of her back. His body was flush against hers. She felt each line, and he held her close, making it hard for her to get away.

"You were rude."

"I didn't want to be interrupted. Your friend has an opinion, and I'm not interested in what she's got to say." His fingers caressed her through the dress, making it hard for her to think.

"Lydia's a friend. She worries about me."

"And she annoys me. If I wanted to know what she had to say, I'd have given her my time." The music faded into the background along with all the people. At first she noticed all the women eyeing up Asad. Then she just stopped thinking about them as his gaze trapped her.

"Do you like your job?" he asked.

She shrugged. "It pays the bills, and it beats doing anything else."

"Why don't you let anyone get close to you?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

"I'm interested about you."

Glancing at his chest, she tried to get her thoughts into focus. Nothing was making any sense to her.

"You must be confusing me with someone else."

How did a man who owned a nightclub get bruises that were clearly from a fight? What was he hiding that he didn't want her to know?

"You're thinking too hard." He pressed a thumb between her brows. "Stop thinking and allow your body to feel."

She didn't trust her body. Her mind was much more reliable than anything else. Asad was not all what he seemed. Zoya knew he was going to hurt her heart if she let him, and the only way to stay in control was to try to push him away.

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Amazing update sha

It's seems like story line erotica 😲

But I didn't understand Asad truly interest in her or aisehi time pass kar raha hai 🥱

Well done

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Lots of love

Muah😃