Page 44 of Addiction

Fuck, she’d been ogling him again. She focused on his face and the angry expression on it. He looked mad. Well, tough luck. She was mad enough as it was. She was mad that she wasn’t able to resist him. She was mad that despite all the red flags she’d associated with him, she was here, standing in front of him, wanting a taste of his special brand of poison.

When she continued to seethe in silence, he said, “You told me last night over a damn text that you wanted me out of your life. You didn’t even have the decency to make a call and say it to me directly. And now, you’re here, pretending all is fine, when it isn’t. So, I’m going to ask you again, why are you here?”

His bare chest was distracting as hell, and her reaction to him was annoying her even more.

“Wear a damn shirt first,” she ordered.

The groove between his brows deepened. “Answer the fucking question, Navya.”

What the hell was he so mad about?

She took out his coat from her gym bag. It was the same one he’d draped over her in London. She offered it to him. “I came to return this.”

When he didn’t take the coat from her, she dropped it on a side table.

“Now that you’ve returned it, you can leave,” he told her.

“No.”

His jaw hardened. “Why no?”

“I’m here, aren’t I? Just like you wanted,” she threw back. “Why do you need me to spell it out?”

“You’re here in front of me, filled with resentment and anger, either at yourself or at me, I don’t know, and I don’t fucking care. So, I need to hear the words, Navya. Why are you here?”

“I’m here because I can’t fucking stay away from you,” she yelled. “Because I couldn’t sleep after I sent you that damn message. Because I want to feel what only you make me feel. I want to explore what is happening between you and me, and I accept there is something between you and me.”

After tossing and turning the whole of last night, she’d decided to jump into this with him. It was, after all, only for one night. She’d pay her debt to him and get rid of her hunger and curiosity for him.

She studied him again, salivating at the glorious sight of him. Armaan Oshnov was freaking hot, and he made her insides tremble when he was near. She’d come fully prepared to have sex with him and get him out of her system once and for all. But watching him, standing cool and aloof from her, she knew she’d have to make the first move.

She moved closer to him and put her arms around him. “I want you, Armaan.”

“Then stop being mad. Be brave and accept what you feel for me.”

She pushed on her toes and kissed his mouth. “I’m ready to do this with you.”

That killer, naughty grin returned to his face. She had to admit she preferred this to that grim, unsmiling version of him.

“Are you saying you like me?” he checked.

She smirked. “Don’t push your luck. I’m here, aren’t I? And I’m willing to take this further.”

One second, he was staring at her, and the next, he tugged her waist, pulling her closer. As soon as she fell against his chest, he pressed his mouth to hers, attacking her lips and tongue. Her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, pulling him closer. God, this was what she longed for—this delicious feeling of coming alive in his arms, of her skin heating, her blood thickening, her core clenching, and desire pooling in her belly for him. She didn’t want to question why she was choosing him for her first sexual experience. It didn’t matter. What only mattered was that he could and would show her heaven, and she wanted to go there with him.

“What about your sister?” Armaan asked between kisses.

“Leave my family to me, okay?”

Her sister didn’t need to know about Armaan and her. No one needed to know. He was her own guilty pleasure, and she wanted him for herself. For the first time in a long time, she wasthinking only about herself and what she wanted right now was him.

His hands dug into her waist, pulling her closer, while his mouth remained glued to hers, tasting, teasing, driving her insane. A long time later, he traced his mouth down her cheek, into the hollow of her neck. His teeth scraped the base of her neck, and she moaned.

“Baby,” he whispered against her skin. “I want…”

“You want…” She was panting now, her heart speeding.

“I want you to…” he said, pressing his erection into her.

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