Page 86 of Wicked Trap

“How do you know the man is hot? Most billionaires have a pot belly and double chin.”

She smirked. “With his billions, he can easily buy hot looks if he wants. Maybe I can even convince him to look like you.”

She could see Arjun’s jaw clench.

“According to our deal, you don’t date any other damn guy,” he gritted.

She batted her eyelashes. “Oh. I’m not going to date him. I’m considering him as my marriage prospect.”

“You are lying. I know you have no interest in that guy as a marriage prospect.”

“Am I?”

He gritted his teeth again. “You won’t be happy marrying a man you don’t like or care about.”

She twisted her mouth into a smirk. “I didn’t like you at first either. But now, we get along just fine. In fact, I’m very touched that you are preparing me for my married life without taking what belongs to another man.”

He growled before dragging her close. “You don’t belong to another man. You are mine!”

She opened her mouth to protest. But her mouth was caught in a kiss.

The kiss was punishing and possessive, but she reveled in it. Grabbing him close, she kissed him back equally passionately.

“I know you are manipulating me,” he growled against her lips before swinging her up and carrying her to the bedroom. “You don’t want that other bastard.”

Her heart thundered. “How do you know?” she asked.

He looked at her with a heated, possessive gaze. “Because you want me as much as I want you. Which is damn fucking a lot.”

She did want him. She craved him like a drug. He filled her mind constantly with thoughts of him. He annoyed her. He made her laugh. And he fascinated her like no other man.

He was the only man she wanted and needed.

When he placed her on the bed, she somehow knew he wouldn’t stop midway. He was going to possess her completely. Her heart raced in anticipation.

He lay next to her and kissed her again. “I have wanted you for so damn long. It damn near kills me each time I leave without taking you the way I want.”

“Then take me,” she urged. “I want it too.”

He groaned at her words. When she slid her hands under his shirt, she felt his heart race.

She slowly slid her hand lower and went past his hard stomach and to the blatant masculine arousal. A tortured sound escaped his throat.

“You will be the death of me, princess,” he groaned.

“Then let’s die together tonight,” she whispered. “Show me everything.”

One moment, she was cupping his arousal, and the next moment, she was lying flat on her back with his hot, aroused body covering hers. He stripped her bare. And unlike the previous times, he shed his clothes, stripping down to nothing as well. His heated skin lay bare against hers, and she could feel his hard arousal lying against her stomach.

Desire coursed through her like liquid fire. She ran her fingers over his broad back, loving the feel of his muscles jumping and leaping with her touch. She wanted to touch him everywhere and taste him like he had done to her many times.

But the raw urgency that gripped them didn’t allow for leisurely exploring. She cried out when his arousal brushed against her core. She raised her hips, wanting to feel more.

He groaned. “Fuck. I can’t wait,” he said.

Her body shook in anticipation. “Then don’t wait. I want you now.”

The heated intensity in his eyes turned darker with passion. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply even as his hands gripped her hips and raised them. He slid into her.

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