Page 82 of Wicked Trap

With a frown, when he reached the top floor, he went to her apartment first. He was going to greet and make the excuse before leaving.

He rang the bell.

He heard the scrambling sounds from inside. “Come in!” she said.

Listening to her voice, his hands clenched into fists. He wanted to stop himself from pulling her into his arms and kissing the hell out of her.

He pushed open the apartment door and stepped inside. He wanted to greet her before leaving, but he stopped and blinked once. The lights were turned off and only a few candles were lit on the kitchen counter and the small dining table.

“What happened, princess?” he asked. “Did you lose power in the apartment?”

He saw her then.

“Fuck.” The word escaped his mouth. She was wearing an apron as she held a dish in her hand and placed it on the small dining table. He noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything else.

With a sultry smile that would make even a dead man come alive, she came towards him and threw her arms around his neck.

“You are late,” she murmured, pulling his head down towards her. “I had to slave away in the kitchen all by myself.”

“I had to attend to some work, princess. In fact, I still have to—” He broke off in a groan in the middle of the excuse because her soft lips brushed against his.

She didn’t kiss him fully like he wanted her to. The little witch was trying to mess with his mind and make him desperate. She was succeeding.

Her soft breasts brushed against his chest. And knowing only the apron lay between his hand and her soft curves, his fingers itched to yank off the apron.

“Let’s make tonight special,” she murmured against his lips. “I want to know how it feels to have you inside me.”

Had she been any other woman who came on to him like that, he would have had her under him within minutes and taken her right there on the kitchen floor until they both collapsed with pleasure and exhaustion.

But she was his enemy’s daughter. And an innocent one at that. He dragged his mouth away from her.

“No, princess. You are not ready. I will let you know when you are.”

She blinked her eyes through the sexual haze that surrounded them. And slowly, her eyes narrowed in determination. “We’ll see,” she challenged ominously.

He was once again amused and frustrated. Tanvi Shetty constantly challenged him. Even though he succeeded in getting close to her, she surprised him in many ways.

But suddenly, his amusement died.

She stepped away from him slightly, then put her hands behind her and untied the apron.

With her cheeks flushing, she let the apron drop and stood in front of him in just her tiny underwear.

Fuck.

He stared at the vision in front of him. The woman was determined to be the death of him.

His body screamed in agony.

“Well?” she challenged.

He knew her game plan. His little seductress was determined to break his control. She was almost succeeding.

Clenching his hands into fists, he forced out a smile.

“You put on a great show, princess,” he deliberately drawled. “But you are still not ready.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but only a gasp came out when he dragged her close and swung her up into his arms.

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