Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

DHANUSH'S POV

One of the lawyers spoke from behind.

"We have made the papers of the marriage Mr. Mahasena. Only two signatures are required of you two and the deal is sealed with that." He informed.

All this time, I had my eyes fixed on Jennifer. I was studying each and every movement of hers. On hearing 'Mr. Mahasena' she took in a sharp breath, absolutely baffled by the revelation which had recently dawned her.

She crunched her brows in a deep frown. Her eyes narrowed while she tried to digest the fact. She opened her mouth to say something but not came out.

"You.... You are.. Dha.. Dhanush! Dhanush Mahasena!"

There you go... Bingo! Yeah that's me. My mind chimed.

She asked badly shaken by the fact. It seemed as of she wss voicing out that fact to make her brain accept it with more ease.

I gave her a cruel smirk, as if conveying that she was absolutely defenseless in front of me. And, she was bound to lose herself to me, no matter what!

But the words which followed, surprisingly pained a little.

don't deserve you! You are a... criminal.... one of the

my arms as I slamed my hands on

world, I am the Devil. But for

as the very next moment she pushed me back. I moved back a bit. She was trying to pacify herself. She put her palm on her forehead and took deep

her eyes again had developed those fury streaks. It had always fascinated me how the rose hue would appear on her skin firstly showing her flustered state and then, the blush would be soon gone replaced by those red streaks in her charcoal

lifted her chin up giving me a challenging look and spat," I am not one of your slaves like them who won't

and Shiv. To this, all our men clicked their guns and pointed them at the girl I madly desired, ready to shoot her. This

their brows questioningly. Abhi, like always was full with expression like a blank sheet while Shiv muttered something under his breath and Rudra rolled his eyes. On Abhi's gesture,

shook my head. This

could no longer take this through a slow, easy way. I had to convince her to give up, even if it meant applying force or manipulation or

year back when you tried to move

painting her face. Well, for me digging information about her finance hadn't been a bid deal, but for

I just mentioned?" I spoke in a delicate, velvety manner, giving stress on every word spoken and silently telling her to ponder on

a lone tear escaped her eye and she swiftly turned around, not willing

blade moving up and down, as her chest took in and released shaky

the tears which had escaped her eyes and she turned around slowly. She had been fiddling with her fingers, and I knew that she was surely up to

gulped down