Page 56 of Addiction

Armaan studied her. Skin clear of makeup and hair tied in a high ponytail, Navya was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He loved seeing her smile. He hated seeing her in pain.

He was beginning to believe there could only be one possible answer to this poignant question she kept asking him, one which he was too scared to admit out loud. Navya Mehra had become an addiction—difficult to get rid of and impossible to live without. The more he met her, the more addicted he was becoming to her. He craved this daily fix of meeting her like this, and with each day, the craving only intensified. He wanted more from her, so much more. So much she probably wasn’t ready to give him yet. And so, he kept that answer to himself for now.

“I dreamt about you for four years, you know,” he said instead. “For some strange reason, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Every party we hosted, I hoped you would show up so Icould finally break the deal Mihir made with your brother. The universe took its time, but it happened. You’re here. Finally.”

She opened and closed her mouth, staring at him.

“You’re so different from what I expected…” she whispered. “You’re nothing like the guy I met back then…”

“When you met me then, I was wild, rebellious, irresponsible, and immature, to be honest.” He exhaled a heavy breath. “I handled the situation with you rather badly, I admit. As the years passed and I couldn’t forget you, I realized I could have been gentler and kinder. Perhaps, then things would have been different between us. I could have pursued you and wooed you in the usual way. Four years ago, you served as a wakeup call for me prompting me to grow up and become better. And that is the reason I am no longer the man I was then. You must know that I regret my actions from that night, and I sincerely apologize for that.”

She was silent for a long moment, still observing him.

“Armaan…” she finally said. “It doesn’t pain so much anymore.”

He stared at her. “Good.”

In a move too fast even for him, she leaned closer to him and pushed him on the mat.

She climbed astride him and put her hand on his chest, stopping him from getting up. “No more regrets and no more waiting for you to make the first move, Armaan.”

Saying that, she dropped her mouth to his. He couldn’t resist her even if he wanted to. Her lips moved over his, demanding, seeking entry. He opened his mouth, and in a second, her kiss turned savage, fierce, carnal. Her tongue clashed with his, stroking it against hers, faster, harder. She was insatiable, like she wanted to devour him fully.

He allowed her to do what she wanted to with him. He was like clay in her hands. She could mould him whichever way shewanted to, and for however long she desired. And he was happy to allow her to do so. He would allow her anything she desired. This woman was everything to him.

Her mouth skated across his lips and down the side of his neck, where she inhaled and then began to lick in circles. His hand clasped her hair, holding her in place as she continued to attack that corner of his neck with her mouth and teeth. Fuck. He was losing his mind. His breathing quickened, and his body hardened and throbbed painfully. When was the last time he’d felt so overpowered, so consumed that it was tough to form a single thought in his brain? Never. The answer was never. Only she, this girl he’d met by chance, could make him feel like he was falling into an abyss with no hope of returning as the same person. Navya lifted his t-shirt up, and he helped her take it off.

She pushed him back on the mat as she studied his bare torso. Her lust-filled eyes gleamed.

She kissed the center of his chest. “Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to seduce you this last week?”

God, he knew it. She’d made it obvious every fucking day.

“I read so many articles online to learn how to do it. I practised all my wiles on you, but you’ve been such a tough nut to crack. Until now.”

Wait, what? She’d researched how to seduce him? His heart melted at her admission.

Her mouth ran across his chest, stopping at a nipple, scrambling his thoughts yet again. Her teeth scraped down his pebbled tip, and he growled. Fuck, she had learned a lot. Her mouth went lower and lower, shifting to the side of his waist, where she lingered, sucking, laving, swirling her tongue over and over his skin. His body hardened further. More blood rushed south, making him swell and thicken.

She bit his waist. “I went to the mall to shop for sexy workout clothes, all to catch your bloody attention, and yet, you resistedfor too damn long. God, the things I’ve been dreaming to do to you. The things I will to do to you. And you are not going to stop me. Am I clear?”

Her words made his head spin. They seduced him more than anything else she’d tried. That this woman had gone to such lengths to get his attention was stimulating him like never before. And then, everything in him stilled as she removed his gym shorts and tossed them aside. She stared at his massive erection and licked her lips. Before he could even comprehend what she was about to do, she lowered her mouth on his thickness.

“Oh fuck!” he roared, his eyes shutting.

He felt her lips curve over him. Her hands joined her mouth, circling his base, pumping him, while she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Stars began to dance behind his closed eyelids. His hands caught her head as he helped her control the pace, showing her how he liked it. God, he liked what she was doing way too much.

His spine tightened; pressure began to build in his stomach. It had hardly been a few moments, and he was this close to exploding inside her mouth.

“Navya, I’m going to…”

She squeezed him tighter.

Fuck, he couldn’t speak.

“Navya, you need to stop, or else I’ll…”

She increased her ministrations, sucking him harder, rolling her tongue on his tip, while her hands continued to pump him in a frenzy. His hands tightened on her head. His hips began to move, his mind a blithering mess as he thrust ferociously into her mouth, snatching control from her. The only thing that mattered was the velvety heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and the pulse of her hand on his length.

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