Page 55 of Addiction

“Tell me what you feel about me.”

Her eyes pinned on him. “What does this look like to you?”

“I see a woman who wants me to make her mine.”

“Badly, so badly…” she added. “Then why don’t you do it?”

“Because this woman also refuses to tell me what she feels about me. I don’t know whether she likes me or not.”

“Does it look like I don’t like you right now?” she tossed back, sounding frustrated.

“Stubborn as ever,da? I’ll wait till you say you like me before I touch you beyond our training sessions.”

She stretched up further. Her tiny top rode up even more, giving him a better view of her flat belly and that tantalizing skin that he was aching to have under his hands.

“I’m giving you a clear hint here,” Navya said. “I’ve been hinting at what I want from you for so long now. This slow dance between our bodies is exhausting. Don’t you dream about how you would feel moving inside me?”

Bloody fucking hell. His imagination fired up. Images of doing just that exploded in his brain. Her hot gaze raked down his hardening body.

She smirked when she saw his erection straining against his shorts. “I know you want me. Make the first move, Oshnov. I dare you to.”

Fuck. When and how had the roles reversed? He’d always been the predator, seducing women at his whim. But now, he had become the prey. A helpless, hapless prey to this sexy, seductive woman who was determined to break his resistance. She licked her lips and then bit the lower one, tipping her face at him. God, she was so sexy. And he was an absolute idiot for resisting her for so long. They both ached for what she was offering.

Navya stretched her linked arms to her right, her eyes twinkling as she watched him watching her. His brain turned to mush. He took a step toward her, and at the same time, she took one toward him.

Navya stumbled, crying out in pain. He caught her as she fell in his arms, clutching her right leg.

Armaan helped her sit on the mat. He brought her a bottle of water and handed it to her. She took a sip. In the next second, she cried out in pain again, pressing her leg as it spasmed.

“Where does it hurt?” he asked, seating himself in front of her. He stretched her leg on top of his.

She pointed to the back of her right calf. “It’s cramping badly.”

He pressed his fingers into her calf muscle, massaging gently. She winced, her muscle twitching against his fingers.

“Oh, it hurts!” she cried.

“Relax,” he consoled her. “It will be over in a moment.”

Her face contorted as the spasm went on and on. A tear slipped down her cheek.

“Look at me,” he said gently.

Her eyes latched on to him. They shone with tears, and her lips quivered as she tried hard not to succumb to the pain. He felt another spasm rack through her.

“When I was young, I knew that I’d have to leave the orphanage as soon as I turned eighteen,” he began. “I was so bloody frightened by that prospect. The only thing I was sure of was that no matter where we went, my siblings and I would be together. And yet, the question remained: how would we survive? We’d only be high school educated then, and that wouldn’t be enough to get us decent jobs. To become more in life, we wanted to study more. But how could we even do that when we’d be forced to take up whatever menial job we got in order to survive? The future looked so bloody bleak,” he sighed. “Mrs. Braganza, the head matron, knew our dilemma. She taught us the power of positive manifestation. She said, if you truly want something, the universe will bow down to you and give it to you.”

Navya bit her lip, trying to breathe through her pain.

He tipped his head to the water bottle. “Keep sipping.”

She did as he told her to.

He continued, “Although, I didn’t entirely believe her, I took her advice and manifested a better life for all of us daily. For a long time, I thought it wouldn’t make a difference, until Alexander came into our lives, and in the blink of an eye, everything changed. That’s when I started to believe in the absolute power of positive manifestation. And now you’re here, practically sitting in my lap, your legs on mine, exactly the way I’ve been dreaming of for four fucking years. Of course, I’d have preferred you to not be in pain.”

Her eyes widened. Navya wet her lips. His eyes latched on to them, even as he continued to knead her flesh. At least her pain looked to be bearable now.

“Why me?” she repeated the question he still had no reply for.

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