Page 63 of Addiction

“No.”

His hand pressed into her back, circling her waist. Heat spread through every nerve and cell of her body. She took a step forward, and he followed.

If fate had decided this for her, then who was she to go against it?

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Not a single staff member was to be seen anywhere as they boarded the yacht. It was clear Armaan had requested for privacy. He led her straight to his bedroom. In a single move, he shut the door, pushed her against the wall and held her hands above her head. A thrill ran down her as she realized that his control had snapped. Finally.

His hot eyes searched her face before his mouth slammed against hers in a fierce kiss. Her lips opened, allowing him entry, and he swooped inside, staking control of her tongue. Heat sizzled against her skin, and her stomach somersaulted at the way his mouth was assaulting hers, demanding, taking, never stopping. His one hand held her hands in a tight grip while his other hand roamed down her curves, slowly, as if learning her shape. She couldn’t breathe; she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. She was a slave to him and his demands.

Before she knew it, he’d unzipped her dress and pulled it off her. Since the dress had built-in cups, she stood in front of him only in her pink panties and her heels. His eyes darkened some more as he took her in.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasped. His hands roamed across her shoulders, her skin soft under his hard, calloused hands. He captured her breasts in his palms, and a fractured moan escaped her lips. Her eyes drifted close.

He tipped her chin up. “Eyes on me. I want you to watch what I do to you.”

She swallowed thickly, nodding.

He squeezed her breasts, playing with the tips of her nipples. Muffled sounds escaped her lips, and liquid fire burned in her core. She was awash with need.

“You belong to me…” He scraped a finger down her nipple and she whimpered. “Say the words, Navya.”

“I…”

He scraped a nail down her other nipple, and she gasped. She was losing control of herself.

“I…” she attempted again. “I…”

He put his mouth on her breast and sucked. Hard. Fast. And then he lifted his head and cocked a brow. “Say it. Or I will stop.”

“I… belong to you… Armaan,” she said.

A corner of his lips tipped. He went back to sucking her breast, while his hand squeezed the other one. Her head spun with the way his hands and mouth worked over her. He moved to the other breast, licking, sucking, laving. He bit her nipple, and her head fell back. Lust slammed inside her. God, she wanted him. How she ached for him.

He drew her against him, resting her back to his chest, one hand squeezing her breast, his mouth sucking the base of her neck, and his other hand roaming down her stomach.

“Look in the mirror,” he whispered against her neck. “Watch as I make you lose your mind.”

She looked ahead and saw their reflection in the wall-length mirror. It was electrifying to see him fully clothed while she was practically nude. A sharp craving filled her. Her body beganto hum. She watched as he continued to pleasure one breast with his hand, while his other dipped into the waistband of her panties, disappearing inside. She heard his rumble of pleasure against her throat as his fingers found her wet for him. His hardness pressed into her backside and she moaned. One long finger entered her heat, and she was lost.

Random sounds escaped her mouth, her head fell back against his shoulder, and still she watched, helpless, as he continued to play with her body. Heat coiled inside her as his finger dipped in and out of her. She rocked her body back and forth to his tune. It was all too much; she saw and felt too much. His erection pressing into her bottom, his finger inside her, his hand squeezing her breast, his lips sucking at her neck.

Her knees weakened; her legs felt like jelly. Only his hold on her kept her upright. Another finger joined the first and scissored in and out of her, faster, harder. Heat pooled in her belly. Armaan curved his fingers inside her, his thumb pressing her sweet spot, and with the other hand, he pinched her nipple. She cried out, her eyes closing.

“Don’t shut your eyes,” he ordered. “See how I make you feel.”

The woman in the mirror looked flushed, eyes wide, hair mussed, lips parted, and her breaths heavy as she rode the waves of ecstasy rippling down her.

“Look at you,” Armaan whispered in her ear. “So stunning. So mine.”

A shiver rolled down her at his hot words. She’d barely taken a breath when Armaan laid her on the bed and removed her panties. He kneeled down on the floor. She read the intent clearly in his mischievous, sparkling eyes. He was far from done with her.

Armaan spread her legs, put his mouth at her core, and then, he began to devour her. The heat that had barely cooled sprungto life again, making her hotter, wetter, needier. Her heart thudded and her mind blanked as he drove her to the edge again. Only when she was a writhing, whimpering mess did he slide a finger inside her, attacking her with both, his hands and mouth.

“Please, Armaan…” she gasped. “I can’t breathe.”

But he was relentless.

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