Her Step Husband ✓

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She let her hair open and fall freely over her shoulders and back. Tonight would be the time that would pave the way for Inaya's entrance into her husband's life as his wife. Because from now on, Huzaifa's mission to claim Unaiza would be completed. That was what he had been since this marriage occurred. And tonight he would get it.

In Huzaifa's words, everything in his life was an adventure. A game that he would anticipate, fight, and win.

She gave herself a final look in the mirror before leaving for the bedroom. The first thing she could smell was the delicious scent of red roses. The same flowers were placed randomly on the floor in a cube shape. Every picture of room decorating she found on the internet had this floor setting in a heart-shaped manner but she herself refrained from doing so because there would be no heart involved tonight from the opposite party.

Her eyes flung over to the bed which was adorned by the same flowers and the side tables had the small lanterns having yellow light. Many nerves accumulated in her stomach. She had made this effort before leaving for Nisha's place when Huzaifa wasn't in the room. And then her attention landed on her gorgeous husband standing near the front wall, digging his heated gaze on her. When they back to their room, she had skillfully sneaked inside the washroom before Huzaifa could get a chance to turn on the lights. And now this all would have come as a surprise and an indication for Huzaifa.

He had his jaw clenched as he stared at her from head to toe as he always did, making her feel the coldness of the surroundings. He walked over to her, his eyes never leaving her. He had removed his coat but he was looking even more seductive in his tight body-hugging light brown shirt having the top few buttons opened and waistcoat.

"Did you do all that?" He asked, voice husky as ever.

Unaiza felt all the effects on every pore of her body. "Yes."

One side of his lip curled up. "Was that  the special build-up you were talking about?"

She bit her lower lip. "Is that not good?"

Huzaifa grabbed her hand and planted a deep kiss at her pulse point. "That's perfect."

He cupped her face and his thumb teased her lower lip. "God this candy. I wanna consume it literally every day."

A shiver ran down her spine. Huzaifa snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her near him. The lacy pattern of her dress got crumpled against his shirt making her groan inwardly.

Huzaifa scooped his head a bit and captured her lips in a soft kiss. But that was the first kiss they had and none of their kisses were this gentle. She had enjoyed every wild lipstick with him. Why was he keeping it all slow? She wanted it without any care. His touch was like a feather which she just felt over her lips, but it wasn't deep enough. Unaiza hissed in frustration. He was once again up to playing games with her.

"I thought of you very innocent, Glasses," he whispered against her lips.

"You have caused that innocent girl to sleep somewhere very distant. Now I am the girl whom you spoiled with your games," she replied without any fear, trying to kiss him back but he resisted, making her glare at him.

Huzaifa laughed as he again dropped light pecks over her lower lip and chin. "I am satisfied by the outcomes of my games."

Within a second he pulled away from her and made a distance. His eyes again took in the sight of Unaiza in this nightwear. He smirked as he started opening the cuffs of his sleeves. He never seemed this bad and jerk to Unaiza ever.

"You are looking absolutely stunning, Iza. Like an innocent but hot little thing," he asserted sensually as he ran his fingers over his stubble-laden jaw while staring at her.