| Dark Devotion |

5

A B H I M A N

Fucking hell.

I can't control more.

I pushed my chair back, keeping my face blank as I stalked off in the direction she went, not caring how the chatter paused.

I stopped right in front of the bathroom door, and when it opened, a small gasp escaped her plump lips. I gritted my teeth at the sound as my dick pressed painfully against my slacks.

"Aap yaha kya kar rahe hai " she whispered yell.

I walked towards her. One slow agonizing step at a time, until her back hit the sink behind her. I rested my hands on the sink, caging her between my arms as I leaned in closer to her, hearing her breath hitch.

This is wrong, we shouldn't- I cut her off with a kiss, I don't care

"Abhiman" She sighed.

"I mean it. I don't care if it's wrong for  other people, I care about what you think, does this... I pointed between me  and her, "Does any of this feel wrong to you? " I asked.

She didn't reply, looking away from me.

"Just say the word. I swear you won't even feel that something happened between us"  I stepped back.

Her hold on my shirt tightened.
"No" she shook her head.

"Aap ko koi andaza hai aap mere sath kya kar rahi hai ?" I asked, my voice low and
gruff. I watched her nervously gulp as she stared at me with those bright eyes of hers.

"umm nahi" She whispered.
My hands tightened around the sink.

And When my fingers brushed against her  pussy, I almost fucking lost it. I cocked my head to the side. When her breath hitched.

I leaned in closer until my lips brushed the shell of her ear as I whispered, feeling her shiver as I did so.

" You're just making me crazy without doing anything at all. I am feeling something I didn't know till now that I can" I brushed my hands on her breast.

Her chest heaved and her breast brushed against my chest. My knuckles whitened as my grip on the sink tightened even more.

" You suddenly become something to me that much that I wanted to stab every single one of them in the eyes for even glancing at you."

"Oh..." She breathed out.
Her response caused me to smirk.

I looked at her angel-like face as she gazed at me with a swirl of excitement and curiosity in her eyes.

So open, like a damn book.

"Aap  galat cheezo  ke piche  curious hai. Hum bilkul bhi achhe insaan nahi hai and with that one reason aapko humse dur bhagna chahiye . You should run" I warned her.

"No, thank you. But Hukum hum na bohot lazy hai. Bhagna toh kya chalne mai bhi muje maut aati hai toh kyu bhagu mai" I raised a brow at her her rumbling, watching her as she studied my face, a smile threatening to break free on her lips.

"I don't run."

"I will make you run."

"Not going to happen. I would rather fight you than run."

"Achha?" I asked, amused.

"Haan." She answered confidently.

A wicked smile appeared on my lips as I swiftly wrapped my hand around her throat. Her chest rose and fell when I slightly squeezed. A flash of fear appeared in her eyes, but excitement overpowered her so easily.