Divya's POV

I woke up to the feeling of something heavy on me, I tried to turn the other side but I was being held back. It felt strange when I felt it, just then cold air whipped past me making me shudder as I sought into the warmth next to me.

I blinked groggily and yawned as I looked around, I stiffed when saw unfamiliar walls and was pretty sure that the walls in my room are not brown and surely the most smoking hot angelic faced demon is not supposed to be sleeping on my bed much less with me.

When I glanced back at him, all last night's memories came back rushing to me. I touched my bottom lip gently and hissed lowly when I felt a sharp pinch.

When I glanced down I saw his arm wrapped around me, I tried to remove it as slowly as possible as to not wake him up but he tightened it even more. It was then I realized what I was wearing, a shirt more specifically his shirt. My cheeks burned at the thought of him changing my clothes, I gave up and snuggled closer to his bare chest.

But I had work to do I can't just wake up and go to sleep again. I huffed and slipped out of the comfy warmth of his body against mine and kept a pillow in my place just in case he wakes up. He ended up snuggling into the pillow, damn how could someone so manly look like a cute baby at the same time.

I slipped on some pants and tucked in his shirt after I freshened up and walked out of the room to the kitchen. It was a very hard task for me to control my hunger, especially in the mornings.

The first thing I saw upon entering the kitchen was Kyla sitting on the sofa with an ice pack on her head, Nina grimacing as she moved around the kitchen probably searching for food, Alexa was in the corner whisking something. Apart from Alexa, everyone looked like they just woke up from the dead.

"Good morning." I tried to lighten the ambience but only received a glare from Nina and Kyla and a very welcoming smile from Alexa.

"There's nothing good about this morning," Kyla grumbled loudly while still applying the ice pack on her head.

I chuckled and walked into the kitchen in search of food.

An hour later I was ready with a plate of waffles and maple syrup a side of omelette and bread accompanied with a fresh, nutritious and extremely tasty strawberry milkshake.

I kicked open the door to Aryan's room while balancing the tray of food on the other hand.

I set the tray on the table beside me and puffed out air, Aryan was sitting on the bed his back facing me, his shirtless back. I could see his muscle tense up and was sure that he sensed me entering the room.

In an instant, he was in front of me pinning me to the wall behind me. I'm sure my behind is crushed brutally.

"Where were you, you couldn't wake me up before leaving couldn't is it really a hard job. I woke up to an empty bed. You were not beside me, I was so worried for a second and you were not even in the bed to console me after sleeping on me while I was pleasuring you. You-Yo!" I slammed my lips to his cutting off his rant swiftly.

"And I paid you back by this. Come on let's eat." I ignored his heated look and pulled him on the bed.

I motioned him to start eating but he just huffed like a child and turned the other way folding his arms. His lips made a cute pout.

"Oh come on you big boy," I grabbed him by his shirt and placed a swift kiss on his cheek, after a long time I saw his cheeks burn up and colour crimson. His tough exterior cracked a bit as he stole a glance but reached out to his fork hesitantly.

The next thing he did surprise me, he extended the fork to me and motioned me to feed him.

How? Just how can someone be so cute?

I couldn't say no to his cute face so I took the fork and fed him, me feeding him and him looking at me lovingly as he ate his waffles slowly and made groaning sounds swiftly teleporting me to last night's memories and moments.

And to say I hated such sappy shit.

I discarded the plate after he finished eating,
"I. . . um actually forgot to mention that it is my parents 20th anniversary in few days and we have to organise it. I have everything prepared but the only thing left is shopping for a dress." He said sheepishly.

"That is not the problem though, the problem is mom is coming in the evening and take you all to shop for the 'perfect' dress." I shrugged as a response.

"Hanging out with your mom is the best thing ever," I said grinning when I remembered her bargaining in a market, reducing it to half it's the rate.
Even though the shop had a board with 'Fixed rate' written in bold but she went in completely ignoring it, she didn't like shopping in places where they didn't have a sale going on. Even after Uncle Maceo had asked her not go she didn't listen and did her own and Uncle Maceo learned it the hard way.

"So tell me more about yourself, what do you like to do in your pass time? Tell me about your past or anything you wish to share." He looked at me expectantly waiting for my answer, I stared in his eyes for a minute becoming sure that he was ready for this before starting, before opening a part that I had buried deep inside me. The part I never wished or thought that I would share it with someone.

"The Russians. . . It started the day Nate, my first boyfriend asked me out on a date. From that day on we just clicked and I was happy, we were really happy together we were the perfect couple or so I thought. I was so blinded to look beyond his charming smile and boyish looks to determine his sinister intentions. To know what he really wanted from me. As you know what happened afterwards, to sum up, I-" He interrupted me softly.

"I don't want you, to sum up, I want to know everything." I stared into his determined eyes and nodded continuing.

"He spiked my drink on our graduation day, the moment I woke up, was all alone in a dark room. I was scared, sure I thought I was brave or strong but such things are easier said than done." I took a deep breath and looked outside the window to avoid his eyes.

"The first person I met there was Callum Mikhailov. That ginger headed bafoon was a complete crackhead, but he was there for me always. I thought all that was a prank, I screamed for my sister and Nicole but Callum shushed me. Jacob and Cain Mikhailov were the real villains there."

I smiled remembering the times where Callum stood up for me, "Callum was the only one person who cared about me. He protected me at all costs, he went against his family to defend me, to protect me. He was like my human shield."

I sighed remembering what happened after he left me, the memories still haunt me. The scars left on me remind me of my helpless condition there.

"Then came the day he left me, since that day to the day I was rescued, I was constantly whipped, beaten down, molested. My shirt would be soaked in my blood by the time they were done with me. I was not allowed to shower whenever I went to the bathroom the guards followed me inside and stayed until I was done. They stared down at me with unadulterated lust and it had always disgusted me to the core."

"The next weeks were absolute hell until Callum returned. He promised me that he would get me out under any circumstance. The next day just as he promised, he got me out safely, he went against his family to save me and what did he get in return, Death." I didn't realize when big fat tears flowed down my cheeks but I flinched back when I felt Aryan wiping my tears.

I stared into his dark eyes as he wiped my tears with the pad of his thumb, his beautiful face was twisted in a grim manner.

I could not determine the emotions his eyes said but whatever it was, it had a sense of relief washing over and my tensed form relaxed under his soft gaze. He cupped my face and gently kissed the crown of my head and my tears.

I could not help it and clutched his shirt and cried my heart out. Because of me, Callum died, he died saving me.

Aryan's hand was brushing down my back in a gentle manner. I cleared my throat and moved back so that I could look into his beautiful eyes.

"This is me. Broken. scarred. unfixable and a bit emotional," I shrugged chuckling as I wiped a stray tear.

"Now the question is, do you still want me? After all the things I've been through, Do you still want me?" I bit the inside of my cheek as I waited for his answer.

His eyes switched from consoling to stormy in a second as he carried me to his bed and made me sit beside him.

He took a deep breath before starting,
"Your parents, my mom, my old man and my biological father knew each other from childhood.
I remember mom saying to me that your parents were highschool sweethearts. Maceo, my old man was in love with my mom but he maintained distance and watched her through sidelines. He would let no harm come to her. He could not confess his love to her because it came with baggage, a responsibility of leading the mafia and it is not as easy as it seems." He took out something from his drawer and showed it to me.

It was a lion brooch, the same one I was suspicious of when he had danced with me for the first time.

"Then one day they got really close and old man kissed mom out of impulse and lead her on thinking that there could be a 'Us'. Everything was fine until one day he suddenly flew away without a letter, without a word, without a goodbye. Mom said that she was heartbroken but she kept it inside and never shared it with anyone." His eyes got hardened as if he was preparing for something.

"This is the part where my biological father steps in, he woed my mom, made him fall in love with him and married her. Things were pretty good until I was born. I was only five years and Vihaan was younger than me, we saw him leave home with a bourbon drink in hand and come back with a chick in its place. He lost his job because of his drinking habits. Mom would earn money with great difficulty but it would be vain because that piece of shit snatched it from her every time and spend all his time gambling."He sighed and held my hand.

"It was fine but he was not satisfied, he started to abuse mom, he hit mom whenever he pleased. Mom would beg him to hurt her instead and leave me and Vihaan alone. My grandparents from mom's side were against their marriage and broke all their ties from her, she had nowhere to go. I would see her cry at night when she used to put me to bed. I tried my best to protect Vihaan at all costs. This earned me consequences, He lit his cigarette and pressed it on my back and would not stop until he was satisfied.
Mom saw it and made a decision to run away somewhere where he could not reach us."

"That night when he as usual left to gamble mom took the opportunity and packed the money she was saving up. That was the first time I saw Maceo and saw mom's tough exterior crack up. I didn't know him and seeing tears in mom's eyes my first instinct was to protect her and Vihaan." He smiled suddenly but I saw his eyes turn glossy and it broke my heart.

I wanted to hurt the bastard that dared to touch my dark chocolate. I wanted to make him beg for death and see him suffer.

"Maceo protected mom and us with everything he had. I was very closed off and would never let him stand close to mom and kept him far away from her. He took baby steps and was always gentle with us.
He thinks I didn't see him kill that shit of a father, he didn't know that I followed him and saw him torture him before killing him. After a year everything was back in place, we were happy. My old man made mom happy and so we were happy. It was after a year that he took permission from me to marry mom and I gave him a genuine smile. Mom gave birth to Shreya after few months, it was the happiest moment in my life. I had a baby sister, she had everyone wrapped around her little finger with just a glance of her cute face." He grinned as he looked at me and a smile broke out on my face.

"Now the question is, do you still want me?"He threw my question on me.

He leaned in and closed the gap between us and connected our lips just as I moved forward I heard a splash and saw the juice all over him.

He jerked back in shock at the sudden action, I looked at him horrified before rushing him to the bathroom.

His stomach had a red blotch, I tried to clean it as properly as possible but was unsuccessful.

The atmosphere charged with electricity and I felt sparks everywhere, Aryan pushed me to the wall and ran his nose along my neck and kissed my jaw to my neck. His hands slipped into my shirt and gripped my sides. His fingers dig into my waist when I bit his lep gently, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him closer. He grabbed the back of my thighs and hoisted me up.

I felt him groan loudly and pressed him more against my heat. I opened my eyes and was immediately aroused by the sight. My cheeks were flushed, my hands tangled in his messy hair, him kissing me teasing me with his plump lips, his pyjamas hung low on his firm ass, the sight was so erotic that I could come right here.

I roamed my hands around his back and stilled when I felt his soft flesh, through the mirror I could see the scars covering his enormous back. Although they had faded I could still feel them.

I hopped off of him and made him turn around.

I was just a few inches shorter than him so I reached his shoulders effortlessly. I traced each scar lightly, remembering each one of them.

Aryan's POV

I shivered in pleasure when I felt her feather-like touch on my back. The concentrated expression she had on her face as she traced each one of them.

I was hesitant to share something so close to me. The scars on my body evoke a memory I had buried deep inside me, every scar had a story of its own. I felt exposed but relieved as well. As much as selfish I might sound I wanted all her attention on me. I wanted all her love and time.

"If he was still alive, I have dipped him in acid and rub salt over his wounds and whip him until he was covered in his own blood. I would have skinned him alive and throw him into a pool of sharks."My Amore said, her jaw clenching in anger.

Is it wrong that I'm turned on?

I pulled her into my chest and ran my hand through her luscious hair trying to calm my little lioness.

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