LOVE SOAKED

CHAPTER 15- Ritz!!!! Not the car!!!!

ASHER

The Ritz-Carlton buzzed with a controlled chaos, a symphony of clinking glasses, the usual conversations, and the gentle hum of background music.  Tonight's party, celebrating the official launch of our branch in bangalore, was a culmination of months of tireless work.  But as I scanned the room filled with my colleagues and potential clients, my eyes were searching for only one person.

And then I saw her.

Trisha, looking regal in a black gown that clung to her curves like liquid , was a vision.  The air seemed to crackle with electricity as our eyes met across the room.  My breath hitched, and for a moment, I was back to that night in Bangalore, captivated by the fiery woman beneath the insults.

Excusing myself from a conversation with a group of investors, I made my way towards her table, a possessive urge clenching my gut.  Manya and Suhana were chatting clulessly with Trisha, but a hush fell over them as I approached.

"Good evening, ladies," I greeted, my voice smooth despite the knot of tension in my stomach.  Trisha, however, seemed oblivious to my mounting possessiveness.  She flashed me a dazzling smile that sent a jolt through me.

"Asher! Glad you could finally tear yourself away from the suits," she said, her voice laced with a playful tease.

"Couldn't stay away for long," I murmured, subtly ushering her away from the table and towards a quiet corner.  "Especially not when the most stunning woman at the party with a dress made to be ripped off is here."

My gaze swept over her, taking in the way the dress hugged her figure, the way the light danced in her eyes.  A line, half-remembered from a Hindi film, surfaced in my mind.  "Sirf keh jau ya, asmaan pe likhdu, teri tareefo mein, chashmebadoor."( is it enough if i compliment you, or would it be better if i wrote it in the sky, and on the clouds)I whispered, my voice husky.

Trisha's cheeks flushed a rosy pink.  Before she could respond, I reached out, my hands finding their way to her hips.  Pulling her closer, I lowered my voice to a dangerous murmur.

"Every single man in this room is staring at you," I growled, a possessive edge to my voice.  "Behave yourself, or they won't see the sunrise tomorrow, but not before the colour of your cheeks match the colour my palms Will create on your ass."

She let out a surprised moan, a sound like wind chimes in the summer breeze. A sound that made me want to do more than just warn her.  "Jealous much, Mr. Brown?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Like you wouldn't be if the tables were turned," I countered, my gaze hot on hers.  The air crackled with unspoken desire, an electric current running between us.

"Perhaps," she conceded, her voice barely a whisper.

I leaned in closer, the scent of her floral perfume intoxicating.  Before I could stop myself, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, not wanting to break my rule of kissing her but,a spark ignited within me.  Then, as if possessed, I trailed hot, breathy kisses down her neck, lingering on the sensitive spot right behind her ear.  Each touch sent shivers down her spine, I could feel the goosebumps but i couldnt stop,an overwhelming need to possess her clawing at me.

But this was a party, a carefully curated act.  With a groan of frustration, I pulled away, leaving her breathless and flushed.  "Stay here," I commanded, my voice husky with unspoken desire.  "I need to… cool down."

Leaving her standing there, my beautiful enigma, I retreated to the balcony, the cool night air doing little to quell the fire burning within me.  The rest of the evening was a blur.  I forced myself to maintain a facade of composure, exchanging pleasantries with guests, but all the while, my eyes kept searching for a flash of black amidst the sea of faces.

When I finally saw her by the bar, chatting and laughing? Fucking laughing, with a co-worker, a surge of primal rage swept through me.  His hand grazed her lower back, a touch that sent a murderous glint into my eyes.  Without a second thought, I was striding across the room, my possessiveness a tangible force.

Reaching her side, I grasped her hand, an iron grip that said no argument.  "The party's over." I announced, my voice filled with rage and annoyance.  Before anyone could react, I had whisked her out of the hall, the startled gasps of the crowd fading behind us.

The car door slammed shut with a resounding thud, the sound mirroring the rapid beat of my heart.  Trisha, her eyes wide with surprise, was trapped between me and the leather seat.  My breath came in ragged gasps as I leaned in, my hand hovering over hers.

"What the fuck was that Asher?" She seemed furious but instead of answering her I let my thumb graze her bottom lip and just as I was about to nip her lip she bit me. She fucking bit me.

I  growled my response,"Don't you fucking dare, not after that stunt inside." She seemed unfazed as she shot back with, "Don't you fucking control me."

" I asked you to behave storm, you asked me to stay loyal to you but you let another guy touch your waist, the curves that should be in my hands," pulling her flush against my body so she could feel my painful errection, "look what you fucking do to me baby, do you feel that? Seeing you prance around in that tight little black dress all evening.." I let my sentence fade with a sigh.

My grip tightened on her waist, not out of dominance but out of sheer need to keep her body close. Then with a swiftness, she bridged the gap between our lips.

Her lips came crashing onto mine in a furious collision, a battle disguised as a kiss. Teeth clashed, our tongues danced, the cherry taste of her lip balm was a balm to my anger, the primal need for more took over and before I could think, she was on my lap in the backseat of my car, our lips still intertwined and her nails digging into my back.

Her legs swung around my hip as she began to grind on my leg, I wanted to flip her onto her back to reveal her gorgeous ass but I wasn't going to do that until she finished atleast once, leaving an imprint on my trousers.

I broke away from our kiss, gliding my hands over the sides of her body I held her head by her neck and began to kiss her jaw and trail kisses and licks down her throat and the spot behind her ear, as she was almost there I began to nip and bite her throat and shoulder, wanting to punish her defiance.

Her one hand found my hair and intertwined her fingers in it, while her other hand was still was digging into my back and she was about to scream my name, not wanting to give anyone the pleasure of listening to my woman moan I claimed her moans and my name in my mouth as she let out a cry.

Once the haze of what had happened cleared she almost immediately looked embarrassed, as she went to get up from my lap I flipped her onto her back, "storm, baby.. you have no idea what you just did." Licking her shoulder behind I whispered," It's time for your ass to match the shade of your cheeks baby."