LOSING YOU

Chapter 105- Devious Smiles And Wicked Eyes

-SIYA-

I just couldn't keep my head off Kabir's thoughts throughout my night with Eric. Everything is difficult now. I wasn't able to kiss him right, I wasn't able to feel the connection I once felt. Eric said that I'm tired, he's right, I guess. I leave his place and take a cab home, what bothers me more is the fact that Kabir and I are going to be alone in the house for the next two days. There's no avoiding him or the conversation that may pop up any moment now. I reach home, and open the door.

Kabir is here.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

His head is leaning back on the backrest of the sofa, he stares at me, his face upside down. My ears heat up at the sight of his long hair brushing the couch, I love his hair. Chills run down from my nape to the bottom of my spine when he smiles at me, slowly. His upside down face now the most disturbingly gorgeous thing in the hall. It gets creepy when he doesn't blink for a while and continues to smile at me. "Hello, my love." His voice is hoarse, deep. I shudder. "H- hi." I whisper, my eyes fall on the black screen of the TV. I squint my eyes at the dim image on the screen. My eyes widen at the realization.

Holy shit.

I walk over to the sofa and sit beside Kabir, the whiskey on the table disgusts me. I grab the remote from his side and play the video.

He wouldn't have gotten all of it on tape. Or he would have?

My heart runs wild against my chest as the video starts. Years. It's been years but it scares me how well I remember that night. The way I saw myself as something I never knew I was capable of. I never knew myself before that night.

"Don't push me, Siya." Kabir grunts. I shove his chest, again. "What will you do? Fuck me again? You know what, it doesn't help. I will talk to anyone I want, I will let people touch me, you don't own me. Moreover, it was a friendly kiss on the cheek. That's all. You're overreacting." I roll my eyes. He tugs my hair, making me yelp as pain shoots through my scalp. Kabir lowers his head, his breath on my ear. I claw at his chest for support.

"You're mine. And trust me, if it would've been appropriate, I would fuck you so badly, so hard that you wouldn't be able to stand for days and tape it- so that you can see it later when you feel that it's okay for another man to touch you." He bites my ear, the animal inside peeking through the constraints. Challenge clear in his touch. "Tape it, then." I state. He looks at me, top to toe. "Don't be stupid." He lets go off my hair. I shove him again, making him angry. "I want you to tape it, I want to remember who owns me. If you think you do, that is. Fuck me, fuck me hard and capture it on tape." I bite his lip, he groans. "I fucking dare you Kabir Singhania."

I stare at the screen- I am walking in and standing by the bed, completely dressed, Kabir follows behind me, he's taking off his tshirt in one go and pressing his back to my chest, our fronts facing the camera but we are to lost in each other to care.

I squeeze my legs together.

Kabir grabs the remote and turns off the TV, I glare at him. "I want to see it." I hiss, he shakes his head and finishes his drink before pouring another. "Go to bed," He orders without looking at me, I open my mouth but stop when his eyes meet mine- "and lock your door." He can't be serious, why should I go to my room? He has a problem then he should go to his room. "Gimme the remote." I insist but he simply stares at me, as if he didn't hear what I said. "Kabir, give me the remote!" I scream and pounce on him, he raises the remote on top of his head and my chest collides with his, the smell of whiskey making me weak. He chuckles against my neck when I try to raise my hands and reach for the remote. "Kabir!" I roar again, my fingers wrap around the remote when I realise that I'm straddling him, standing on my knees and his face is buried between my breasts. I ignore the position and try to pull the remote away from him, he might be drunk but his strength hasn't wavered, not even a little bit.