27~Dear rosy lips #3
They were so close she could see every layer of his soft, mischievous eyes.
Why am I being this submissive to him?
Why am I letting him do this to me?
Why have I lost the strength to push him away?
These thoughts screamed in her mind, but her body refused to listen.
His smirk deepened as his lips hovered around hers before moving to her ear.
So softly, his lips grazed the sensitive skin of her earlobe, sending a violent shiver down her spine.
She squeezed her eyes shut as his lips drifted down her jawline, lingering on her neck...
He inhaled deeply against her skin, his warm breath awakening every nerve in her body.
She hated this.
She hated what was happening...
How her heart hammered against her ribs, how her body eagerly responded to his touches, like she was begging for it.
The moment his lips moved towards hers, a sudden wave of reality hit hard.
Mustering all strength, Hanan shoved his chest, pushing him away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She gasped, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her racing heart.
Najib didn't look angry.
He just laughed.
A low, breathless sound vibrated in his chest.
"You can't resist me, Habibti. You never could."
"In your dreams!" She exclaimed, her voice shaking despite her best efforts.
He chuckled. "Why do you think you hate me?"
"You want to know why I hate you?" Hanan frowned.
"Then listen, it's because you're pathetic, a puke bag..."
"You're a monster wrapped in a fine innocent face, and looking at you makes me sick. I can't believe I used to love you. Your mistress Zaitun could have kept my trash forever!"
Amusingly, Najib shook his head while taking a slow, deliberate step forward.
"Trash?" He whispered. "Habibti we both know you're lying."
"Go to hell." She sneered.
"Only if you're coming with me." He whispered, throwing her a devastating smile.
He closed the distance between them again, his face inches from hers. "You can try to hate me all you want, sweetheart. But we both know you never will."
"Is that what you tell yourself to feel better?" Hanan whispered back, her gaze hardening.
"Just like you confidently believe you can bury your crimes? Framing innocent people won't save you, Najib. I know what you did." Her voice dropped fiercely.
"I am going to expose you to the world. I will fight you until my very last breath, Najib Aminu Garba."
"I will get justice for my child. Now, get the hell away from me."
She tried to push past him, but Najib was faster.
"You talk too much." He whispered and in one swift move, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them high above her head against the wall.
Hanan gasped.
Her body straining against the solid wall.
"Let me go!" She hissed, wriggling to free herself, but his grip was like iron.
The friction of their bodies only sent a fresh wave of unwanted heat straight to her core.
"You don't get to touch me!" She glared.
"Only I get to touch you." Najib murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek, his eyes searching her face, his voice dropped slightly. "Only me... Habibti."
Keeping both of her wrists trapped with one hand, his free hand traced her jawline.
His touch was agonizingly gentle, trailing to her lips.
Her lips looked flushed and slick with lip gloss as he slowly ran his thumb over her bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to part them.
A soft, betraying whimper escaped her lips leaving her embarrassed.
She closed her eyes briefly to see him smiling.
"Look at you..." He chuckled satisfyingly. "Still so sensitive to my touch, huh?" He leaned in closer, his thumb gently grazing her lip.
He smiled. "Your lips... They are still as soft, rosy and perfect as I remember."
Hanan's knees went completely weak and jelly hearing him.
The room spun as she forgot how to breathe.
The sheer, intoxicating weight of the movement of his fingers on her lips was weighing on her too much.
Closing her eyes briefly, she tried to summon her anger, but it came out as a breathless plea.
"Najib... please. Stop."
But the trembling in her voice only told him exactly how much power he still held over her.
"Najib, stop touching me. You are crossing the line." She groaned, but he only smirked harder, fueled by the way her pulse quickened in her neck.
He knew exactly what he was doing to her.
He loved the control he has over her.
He loved the way her body effortlessly reacted betraying her anger.
Completely ignoring her words, his fingers wrapped firmly around her jaw, squeezing her cheeks just enough to force her lips to pout for him.
He leaned in, inhaling the scent of her skin one last time before dropping his mouth to finally claim her dear rosy lips...
BANG!
The door suddenly barged open, slamming against the wall with a loud bang.
Najib stepped away from Hanan instantly, his eyes snapping toward the door...
His face froze in shock.
Hanan fell back against the wall, clutching her chest as she gasped for air, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.
Standing in the doorway was the last person either of them expected to see.
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