#1 in the London Universe series:
Anaya Oberoi, a final-year student at a prestigious college in India, was thrilled to be selected for a student exchange at King's College London. But there was a catch-she had to live with foster parents. To her su...
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With trembling hands, I cautiously entered my room and hastily locked the door, dreading the unknown repercussions that awaited me. I locked the balcony doors too, my breath catching under my throat as I thought of the lurking danger outside. I was curious to witness his abilities, but I was afraid of being seduced and losing my self-control. I am aware of the fact that his captivating ocean-blue eyes can hypnotize me.
I locked myself in the room for three hours straight, the silence pressing in around me. Suddenly, a loud door thud echoed through the house, making me startle. For a few tense seconds, I waited, listening intently. Another thud followed, and my heart finally eased; it was just the house settling, nothing more.
With cautious relief, I decided it was safe to venture out. I peeked out of my room and confirmed that no one else was home. Hunger pangs now urging me forward, I hurried to the kitchen, already planning to quickly heat some food, a task that wouldn't take more than ten minutes.
I walked downstairs quietly, careful not to make much noise. The kitchen looked inviting with its neat counters and soft lights. I opened the fridge, grabbed the food I'd stored earlier, and placed it in the oven. Setting the timer for just 5 minutes, I stood there, watching through the oven door.
The warm smell of cooking food started to spread, making me even hungrier. Time seemed to slow down as I waited, listening to the gentle hum of the oven and watching the timer count down. It was a peaceful moment, a break from the tension I felt earlier.
"Hello, Kitten," a voice murmured behind me, sending a shiver down my spine.
"You thought locking doors would keep me away from you?" he continued, his hands finding their place on my waist.
His touch was both familiar and unsettling as he began to kiss my neck. My body responded instinctively, betraying my earlier resolve. The conflicting sensations washed over me, a mix of fear and a troubling attraction that I struggled to reconcile.
A moan left my lips and his hold became tight
"Do you realize it's been five minutes since the microwave went off?" he whispered urgently, his voice close to my ear.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and fear.
"Call me a jerk again and I'll show you exactly what I'm capable of," he warned in a low, threatening tone, his grip tightening slightly on my waist.
His words hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the tension that had enveloped us.
"You mean you will force yourself on me?" I replied in a sassy tone
"Oh my little kitten, you see the way your body is responding to my touch. If you didn't want me to touch you would have resisted me already," he whispered
He turned me around to face him in one swift, forced motion, leaving me trapped between his muscular arms. I stared deep into his eyes, struggling to conceal the weakness in my legs and the rapid pounding of my heart. Despite my inner turmoil, my arms instinctively snaked around his shoulders, a reflexive response to the intensity of the moment.
