Whisper of the Night

Chapter 32 : Uncontrollable Desire

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Author's POV:-

Rishav's office was dimly lit, the only source of illumination being the soft glow from his computer screen. He was deep in an online meeting with international clients, discussing crucial details about an upcoming project. His face was a mask of concentration, his voice calm and authoritative as he addressed the issues at hand.

Kaira, feeling a surge of longing, couldn't take her eyes off him. The way he commanded attention, his focus and determination—it was all incredibly arousing. She knew she shouldn't interrupt, but the desire was overwhelming.

Quietly, she slipped into the room and positioned herself just out of view of the camera. Rishav's eyes flicked to her for a moment, a hint of curiosity and warning in his gaze. But he quickly returned to his business demeanor, assuming she would just sit quietly.

But Kaira had other plans.

She settled herself on the plush carpet in front of his desk, her heart pounding with anticipation. Slowly, she lifted her skirt and began to touch herself, her eyes never leaving Rishav's face. The thrill of being so close to him, yet hidden from the view of the people on the other side of the screen, was intoxicating.

Rishav's voice faltered for a split second as he caught a glimpse of her actions, hidden behind the desk. His jaw tightened, and his hand gripped the edge of the table. He continued speaking, but there was a new edge to his voice, a tension that hadn't been there before.

Kaira's movements became more deliberate, her breath hitching as she continued to pleasure herself. She watched as Rishav's eyes darkened with barely restrained desire. His professionalism was cracking, and she loved it.

"Kaira," he mouthed silently, his eyes pleading with her to stop, but she only smiled mischievously, shaking her head. She was too far gone, too consumed by her need.

Minutes felt like hours as the meeting dragged on. Rishav's responses became shorter, more clipped. His colleagues began to notice the change in his demeanor, but no one dared to question him.

Finally, the meeting came to an end. Rishav hurried through the closing remarks and ended the call, his hands trembling with suppressed desire and frustration. As soon as the screen went dark, he turned to Kaira, his eyes blazing.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" His voice was low, dangerous.

Kaira bit her lip, her fingers still glistening. "I couldn't help it. Watching you like that... I needed you, Rishav."

He stood abruptly, pulling her to her feet. "You think you can just do whatever you want?"

She nodded, breathless. "Yes. And so do you."

His lips crashed down on hers, the kiss full of pent-up desire and frustration. "You're playing with fire, Kaira."

She moaned into his mouth. "Then burn me, Rishav."

And burn her he did.

"Take your shirt off," he ordered, his voice hoarse with need.

Kaira did as she was told, slowly lifting the shirt over her head, letting her arms fall to her sides as she revealed her perfect, perky breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and she shivered as a rush of cool air hit her heated skin.