Rajas : Passion Unveiled

Chapter 18

Ayansh's POV

( warning - mild sexual content)

She places feather light kisses down my neck and my hand fists her hair. I pull her hair back and she looks up at me with eyes full of lust. She runs her fingers down my chest and abdomen. Her hands go near the waistline of my pants as she comes up to kiss me.

I turn her head to the side and kiss her neck. I lick and bite as her pulse flickers and she moans. The sweet sound making my dick twitch. Her nails dig into my skin as her hands go under my pants. I groan as I feel her touch me.

The alarm rings and I wake up from my sleep. I gasp as I realize that it was a dream. I eye the bulge in my pants and groan. Shit. Touching her was a bad idea. I recall the events of last night as I lay back down in bed.

I wanted to kiss her so badly. I have never felt like this about a woman. The way she gasped as I touched her soft skin. Her body responded to me so well. She wanted it too, I could feel it. But I resisted. The highlight was her shock when she realized that I not only understood Italian but also knew about her comment. I laugh as I remember her expression. Having her face so close to mine was so tempting. Her soft hair and her radiant skin made me want to do so many things. Her eyes though, her eyes were the most captivating. Her eyes give a direct way to her soul.

Oh god what's happening to me?

I shake off these thoughts and get up. I need to have a cold shower and go to work.

Ishani's POV

Ayansh Ranawat. He has been the only thing on my mind since yesterday. I couldn't sleep properly last night because I was so very 'frustrated'. I look out of the window of my car as Avi kaka drives me to the office.

I have never felt this drawn to any man before. Sure I have had flings but I never dated. I don't trust men at all. I have always maintained a distance from them. But when it comes to HIM somehow I lose all my resolve. When I am near him all I want to do is look at him. Be close to him. I can still feel his touch. It's like a brand on me.

His voice and his accent when he spoke Italian , it made me melt into a puddle. I wanted more. I wanted to do so much more. I've never 'wanted' like this in a long long time.

I shake off these thoughts as I reach my office. As I enter my cabin my phone rings. I get it out of my purse and see that its my father. I inhale and get ready to talk to him. I answer the call.

"Hello"

"I just received an invitation from Trilok Ranawat for Rajveer Ranawat's birthday party. Care to explain?"

"What's there to explain? He has invited us."

"Don't act smart with me. How does he know you?"

"I have designed their clothes for the event. That's why they have invited us" I answer reluctantly. He laughs.

"Never knew my worthless daughter could catch such a big fish. You really are that hungry for money aren't you?"

My eyes burn with the remark. How dare he call me a gold digger. My own father!! Well what else can I expect. I scoff.

"Don't project yourself on me father. I have enough money on my own. You are the one who is hungry for money. I would never stoop as low as you" I grit out.

"Don't you talk back to me" he shouts. "You will behave properly there. Don't make me regret my decision of letting you run free" he warns

"Of course" I say and end the call.