Page 42 of Obsession

“You’re a coward, Mihir. You’re putting the onus of that afternoon on me without taking an iota of responsibility for yourself. And guess what, I know why you’re doing this.”

“Sure, let’s hear your theory,da?” he scorned.

She moved a step closer to him. “The fact is that you are very attracted to me, and you couldn’t resist touching me that day. When I was in your arms, you lost complete control of your body and your mind, isn’t it?”

“Nyet. No.”

“Liar.”

He shifted on his feet. His discomfort ought not to give her so much pleasure, but it did. She’d prove to this bloody arrogant man that he was attracted to her. She’d prove that the attraction between them was still raw and wild, and that he couldn’t help himself when it came to her. Mihir may hate her, but he still wanted her.

Stop this craziness, her brain said to her in warning.

She ignored it, and stepped closer to Mihir.

His eyes flared. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you what still exists between us.” She ran a finger down his mouth. His lips parted open on a rough exhale.

She took another step closer. His shoulders tensed, but he remained in place, watching her.

Her finger traced down his throat through the open collar of his shirt. “What has always been there. What time, distance, and your hate hasn’t been able to change.”

“Stop talking,” he bit out.

Stop this…stop this…The chant in her head grew louder. But she shut down all voices of sanity. For too long, it had felt that Mihir had the upper hand in this hate-ignore-hate-ignore relationship that festered between them. But suddenly, it felt like she was the one with the power.

What she’d said to him in the warehouse that night was true. She did know all the ways to make him beg, to make him tremble. And now, she wanted to see him shudder and tremble.

Her hand scraped down his chest. “What if I liked the feel of your mouth on mine? What if I liked the feel of your hands on me?”

“Stop talking, and stop touching me.”

“Why?” She ran her fingers across the skin at his nape. His lips quivered… just the slightest.

The victory made her bolder. “Are you afraid that if I continue, you will realize that you actually can’t resist me? What will you do then, Mihir?”

“I said stop.”

“Make me.”

Her hand curled around his nape, pulling him closer. Her other hand ran down his mouth, tracing his lips. His eyes turned feral. She scraped her nails down his nape, and he shuddered.

“The problem here isn’t me,” she said. “It’s that you aren’t man enough to accept that you are attracted to me.”

The gold in his eyes darkened.

She continued boldly, “How will you look at yourself in the mirror when you are so clearly attracted to the woman you claim to hate so vehemently, the woman you married, the woman who’s still your wife?—”

Before she could comprehend what was happening, his hand sank into her hair, and his mouth captured hers in a punishing kiss. Her heart sputtered and blood rushed to her ears.

Fuck. She had unleashed a storm, and now she was going to drown with him.

Mihir plundered her mouth, attacking her lips, sucking on them until she opened for him. When she did, he swooped in and laid siege to every inch of her mouth. The kiss was hard, brutal, needy—it was everything she wanted. She tightened her arms around his head, pulling him closer, surrendering to him and the demands of his mouth.

Mihir’s hands roamed down her back, stroking her, caressing her, pulling her closer to him, while his mouth continued to mesh with hers. One second, she was standing in front of him; the next, he had her pinned under him on her desk. He moved into her legs, his erection pressing against her core. Her head spun. Dizziness assaulted her. Nothing and no one mattered anymore. It was just him, and the emotions he was waking up inside her. Lust slammed into her, need rushed through her veins, and desire pooled in her core. She wanted him hopelessly, endlessly.

Mihir’s hands roamed over her body, skimming her curves, up and then down again. He touched her bare thigh, and she thanked her stars she was wearing a dress to work, grateful for the easy access he had to her skin. One hand inched up and up her thigh, while another cupped her breast. Her nipples puckered beneath her bra. His lips continued to ravage her mouth, fiercely. She drew her breaths from him.

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