Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 66: You Don’t Want This

Chapter 66: You Don’t Want This

*WARNING*

This Chapter contains mature content. Please skip this Chapter and move on to the next if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18.

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Mira tried to speak, but Zamian’s expression shifted, darkening like a storm cloud gathering overhead. So, all this time, it was because of him—that was why she had looked so excited to see Jake on the screen. Her heart sank as she realized the implications of her words, a mix of guilt and embarrassment coursing through her.

The truth was, Jake was undeniably handsome, but he was nothing compared to Zamian. Zamian’s well-defined features, intense gaze, and commanding presence always left her breathless. He had an undeniable charm that drew her in, making it impossible to deny the pull she felt towards him.

With a sudden movement, Zamian pulled Mira closer to him, their bodies almost touching. The air between them crackled with tension, and she could feel her heart racing. It was as if the entire world had fallen away, leaving just the two of them suspended in this moment.

"So, is that it?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. There was a hint of possessiveness in his tone, a reminder that he was not one to be trifled with.

"N-no. He is handsome, b-but you’re more handsome," she stammered, desperately trying to ease the situation. The words tumbled out, but she could tell they didn’t have the desired effect. Zamian’s intense gaze bore into her, and she felt the weight of his scrutiny.

"Really?" Zamian’s tone lowered, a dangerous edge creeping in. "You’re not supposed to call any man handsome. And you did it—not just that, you did it in front of your husband. I feel... heartbroken."

The word "heartbroken" sounded almost mocking in contrast to his darkened expression. There was a fierce possessiveness in his gaze that made her pulse race. His jealousy ignited a fire within her, a mix of excitement and embarrassment that sent her heart racing.

"I’m beginning to reconsider whether I should reward you anymore. It seems I’ve been too lenient. You have no idea the things I want to do to you, and here you are, calling someone else handsome."

If Mira wasn’t mistaken, this was the longest he had ever spoken at once. His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken intentions. She felt a mix of thrill and anxiety, torn between her growing desire and the weight of his jealousy. There was something intoxicating about the way he looked at her, as if she was both a treasure to be coveted and a challenge to be conquered.

"Right now," Zamian whispered, his voice low and sultry, "I’ll make sure you only call my name."

"Z-Zamian, what are you... what are you doing?" she gasped as he pulled her even closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic force drawing her in.

"Shh," he whispered against her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Not yet. Save that voice for later."

The intensity of the moment was palpable. Mira’s cheeks flushed as she felt Zamian’s hand caressing her small waist. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving just the two of them in their own private space. She could hardly breathe, her senses overwhelmed by the closeness of his body and the heat radiating from him.

"T-the movie is about t-to start," she stammered, trying to regain some semblance of control, though her voice trembled with the thrill of their proximity.

"The movie can wait," Zamian replied smoothly, his eyes never leaving hers, filled with a mix of desire and determination. The confidence in his voice sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach, igniting a longing that she could no longer ignore.

"Zamian..." she began, but he cut her off with a smirk that hinted at mischief.

"I said, not yet. Save that voice for later," he murmured, his tone firm but playful. They were alone, and the way the furniture was arranged—the sofa was large enough for one to lie down—invited intimacy. On the other side, a thick blanket was neatly placed, further enhancing the cozy atmosphere. It felt as if the world outside had vanished, leaving just the two of them in this charged moment.

"If you want, I can book this place for the whole day," he finished, his lips brushing against her neck. The sensation sent sparks through her, igniting a desire she could hardly contain. She felt her breath hitch, her body responding to him in ways she had never anticipated. He gave her neck a hard suck, enough to leave a hickey. Mira bit her lip to suppress any unwanted sounds that threatened to escape.

Just as he sucked again, his hand slipped under her shirt, caressing her tummy slowly.

"Aahh..." Mira’s eyes widened at the foreign sound that escaped her lips. She immediately covered her mouth with her hands, shocked at her own reaction. The thrill of his touch made her heart race, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her.

"Don’t I love it?" Zamian murmured, his hands moving further as he began to explore her curves. His fingers traced a path of fire along her skin, making her heart race even faster. Just then, the door swung open, and Mira quickly slipped away from him, breathless and flustered.

A lady entered, bowing slightly, her cheeks tinged pink as if she knew exactly what she had just interrupted. "I am sorry for the interruption. I came to inform you that the movie will soon begin," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She bowed again before hastily exiting the room, leaving behind a charged silence.

Zamian’s face darkened at the interruption, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The poor lady had no idea how close she had come to losing her job today. From the look on Zamian’s face, it was clear she might not finish her shift without some serious consequences. Maybe getting fired would be more suitable for her place.

Mira sighed in relief, though the heat from a moment ago still lingered in the air like a heavy fog. She was surprised by how she had reacted to Zamian’s touch earlier, the thrill of his hands on her body igniting a desire she hadn’t fully acknowledged before. Clearing her throat, she wondered how she would face him now after what had just happened. She could feel Zamian’s intense gaze fixed on her, almost burning through her.

The movie started, and finally, Mira managed to get engrossed in it. The flickering screen provided a distraction, but she was all too aware of Zamian sitting beside her, the tension still palpable between them. The contrast between the action on screen and the charged atmosphere between them created a heady mix of excitement and confusion.

And just then, Zamian pulled her again, and suddenly, she found herself on top of him.

"Let’s finish what we started. I don’t like leaving things half done," he said, his voice low and smooth. The way he looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, made her pulse race. She felt the weight of his body beneath her, the heat radiating from him overwhelming her senses.

"Z-Zamian, let’s just finish the m-movie," she stammered, trying to cling to any semblance of rationality, but her body betrayed her as she felt an irresistible pull toward him.

"We can do that later," he whispered, and as her softness pressed against his firmness, Mira gasped, a mix of surprise and excitement flooding her senses. The world outside faded, and all that existed was this moment.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Just then, Zamian began to trace her curves with his fingers, igniting a fire within her that she had never felt before. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, awakening every nerve ending and igniting a fire within her that she could no longer deny.

Mira was certain that with all this teasing, she had missed many important moments in the movie. The screen flickered with action and drama, but her focus was entirely on Zamian. The warmth of his hand sent shivers down her spine, igniting a passion within her that she couldn’t ignore. She felt trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, caught between the thrill of his touch and the rationality that whispered for her to pull away.

"Zamian," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "you’re distracting me." It was meant to be a protest, but it came out more like an invitation. The way she looked at him, wide-eyed and breathless, spoke volumes of her inner turmoil.

"Good," he replied, leaning closer so their faces were inches apart. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race. "Maybe you need a little distraction. After all, we’re supposed to enjoy each other’s company, right?" His voice was smooth, each word dripping with seduction.

Her breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, filled with mischief and desire. The world outside was forgotten, and all that remained was the heat of the moment. "But the movie—" she started, trying to reason with him, but he interrupted her, his tone serious yet playful.

"The movie can wait. Right now, I want you to focus on us." His hand slipped lower, his fingers teasing the hem of her shirt, sending a rush of warmth through her body. "You’re telling me you don’t want this?" His voice was low and sultry, making it impossible for her to resist.

Mira quickly turned her gaze back to the screen, her heart racing as she tried to regain her composure.

"No, I don’t," She lied