ARA POV
I touched them with my thumb, and in anticipation, he closed his eyes. His long black lashes were touching his skin. He has beautiful, thick eyebrows and a big forehead, but his hair has covered half of it.
I am looking at him as if I have seen him for the first time, and he is also looking at me with the same intensity.
His high cheekbones and chiselled jaw make his face even more handsome.
He has a sharp nose like the Eiffel Tower. My mind mocked the Eiffel Tower. Really? I laugh at my thoughts internally.
And his juicy, full lips.
Damn, how will they feel on my lips?
I was rubbing my thumb on his lips unknowingly, and my eyes flicked on this thought, and my lips and mouth got dry.
I have seen all the features carefully from this close for the first time, and damn, he is handsome and hot.
And trust me, I was not wrong. He is a tempting piece of meat.
I licked my lips. Damn, why am I feeling thirsty suddenly?
Again, I have felt hot, and my blood has again started flowing towards my face, and my cheeks must have turned beetroot red by now.
Taking my hands back, I look down to hide my blush.
But here we are talking about my Mr. King, and nothing goes unnoticed by him, and I am sure he must have seen it.
After some time, I took a deep breath and bit my lips to control my emotions.
But before I could say anything, I felt his thumb on my lower lips, released it, and said, “This is only my right, My Queen.”
I looked at him dumbfounded and tried to get his words.
He comes close to me.
NO-NO not very closed and whispered in my ear, “It is only my right to bite them,” and started kissing on my neck.
Hearing this, some kind of pleasure crept over my body, and I blushed hard.
And as if my mind knew my feeling, I tilted my head so he could get proper excess to it.
He bit my neck, and I hissed in pain, but that pain turned into pleasure in no time, and a moan escaped from my mouth.
He started giving me feathery kisses on my face and reached for my lips.
He stopped, and I opened my eyes to look at him, and he was looking at me as if he were asking my permission, but before I said anything or reacted, I heard a knock on the door, and he cursed under his breath, but I heard it.
I looked at his face, and irritation was visible on it, and that made me giggle like a kid.
He looked at me with fury eyes and said, “We are not done yet, My Queen.”
And I know the meaning. Smiling, I look down.
“Come in,” he said to the person on the other side of the door, and I noticed Sanya was peeking inside with a smile on her face.
Seeing her, I spared a smile on my face and said, “Sister, come.
“How are you feeling, Ara”? She asked as soon as she reached the bed.
Holding her hand, I said, “I am good. Sister, there is nothing to worry about.”
“I told you so many times not to eat roadside food, but you never listened.” Now look at what happened.” She gave me her fake anger.
I smiled and said, “I have eaten nothing from outside.”
“Yeah, sure,” she said with a hint of sarcasm.
I gave her a pout and said, “You never trust me, sister.”
She shakes her head, listening to me like I am a hopeless case.
And then she realized her presence beside me and said, “How are you, Sire?”
“I am good; thank you.” After saying that, he got up. He looked at me and said, “You both talk. I’ll be in my study.
Hearing this, Sanya said, “No need for Sire, as we are leaving anyway. I am here to pick her up.”
“Come on, Ara, mom is waiting for you,” she said, looking at me.
And I hear his voice again: No, she will go nowhere, not until she gets better.”
The sister looked at him and said, “She is looking good to me. I am sure she can come home now.”
“That I and the doctor will decide, not you,” he replied calmly, but I could feel fury in his voice.
He looked at me, and I knew better than to do anything.
I composed myself and said, “Sister, did you meet Aunt Nina? You can meet her until then. We will speak to my doctor, and if he says I am okay to go home, I will come with you.
Hearing my words, anger was visible on her face. I have never cut off her words until now, but right now I have to handle the situation because they both are hot-headed and I don’t want World War III here.
She gave me a look. We needed to talk. I nodded a little to her, and she stormed outside like an angry bird. Gosh, this room got hot suddenly.
I turned my face toward Azar and looked at his annoyed face.
I smiled and said, “Sire,” but before I said anything, he said, no means no.
I again smiled at his childish behavior and said, “Sire, Mom and Father are worried about me. They know you will take care of me very well, but they are my parents, and they cannot stop worrying till they see me. And see, I am feeling good. Let me go right now, please.” I pleaded, holding his hand.
And you know, I cannot stay here before marriage. Do you want anyone to point fingers at me?
“I will cut that finger, and I will cut the hand that points at you,” he said in anger.