Page 93 of Wicked Trap

She stared at his handsome face as he scowled. Her arrogant devil was possessive. She knew she would feel the same about him. She would hate it if some other woman was trying to impress him.

“I want just you,” she murmured.

And then, she held his face and kissed him. She had meant it to be a sweet kiss. But the moment their lips touched, they ignited like always. He caught the back of her head and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, her hands clutching his broad shoulders while their tongues tangled.

He dragged his mouth away and groaned against her mouth. “I missed you. I want to be inside you.”

A thrill ran inside her, and she desperately wanted the same. “Someone might come, Arjun.” She panted even as he held the bottom of her long dress and began yanking it up.

“I locked the door. No one can come in.”

She knew it was risky for him to stay. But her body was on fire. Her mind was filled with the thoughts of the man above her. Her body remembered the taste of him, the scent of his cologne and the feel of him deep inside her.

With trembling hands, she reached for his belt and began unbuckling it. That’s when she realized he was wearing a suit and not his usual jeans and t-shirt. It was semi-dark in the room with light from only a small table lamp. And she had been in too much of a shock to register his clothes a while ago.

He must have snuck into the party wearing a suit so that no one would suspect his presence. Another thrill ran through her at his deviousness.

“Help me!” she said in frustration because she found it hard to unbuckle his belt. She didn’t have the necessary experience or the skill to undress others.

The arrogant devil grinned because he already had her long skirt pushed up with her legs bare and exposed. His wicked fingers pushed her panties aside and slid in.

She groaned. “Arjun!” she cried out in desperation.

His fingers disappeared, and with a few quick movements, he unbuckled his belt and then pulled down the zipper of his formal trousers. Meanwhile, she wrapped her legs around his hips.

Her heart pounded in anticipation.

He grabbed her thighs and widened them before he thrust deep into her.

She cried out loud at the addicting sensation—the rough stretch of her internal muscles, the slight burn and the hot rush of pleasure.

“You feel so damn good, princess,” he groaned against her ear, pulling out before thrusting again deeply. His teeth bit the delicate lobe of her ear, making her body tremble.

Her head fell back, and she bit her bottom lip to stop from moaning loudly in pleasure. But the arrogant devil didn’t allow her to hold back. His grip on her hips tightened before he possessed her. Faster and harder he pounded into her until harsh sounds escaped her throat.

She couldn’t hold back the sounds.

He stared at her while he claimed her. “You are mine, princess,” he growled. His hand grabbed her breast in a rough possessive way. “Every part of you belongs to me just like I belong to you.”

He leaned down and caught her lips in a rough kiss. “Don’t ever forget it,” he rasped.

His rough, possessive touch, his words and the way his body claimed her pushed her to the edge. She came hard. And when her body squeezed him with her internal muscles, he came hard as well, letting out a harsh cry. She clung to him as they trembled together.

Sounds of their heavy breaths filled the room as they tried to draw air into their lungs.

Sudden laughter from right outside the window jerked her back to reality.

Oh my God.

She realized she was in her father’s house attending a party. And she just had sex with her arrogant lover who had crashed her father’s party.

“Arjun! Get off!”

Panic filled her, and she tried to push him away. But the arrogant devil looked at her lazily.

“Give me a minute, princess. Don’t wiggle so much unless you want round two.”

“Stop it, you jerk! We might get caught. I’m sure my father must be looking for me.”

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