Twisted Devotion

Chapter-12

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[Cont'd]

We had a silent promise to continue that petty game of seduction of ours. It was quite interesting seeing her checking me out at breakfast at her house, but not gonna lie, it was starting to get in my head. The way she gave an extra curve to her hips as she walked in front of me-such a little vixen.

"Are you going to your office? Why not let Didi drop you, Jeejs?" Ruhi chimed in, adding a discreet wink at the end of the sentence so her sister couldn't see it.

"He has his own ca-"

"No, I don't. It broke down yesterday. So drop me, would you?" I interrupted, my voice smooth and insistent.

She shot me a sharp look, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Fine, kindly grace me with your godly presence in the car," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she walked down the porch.

I gave Ruhi a quick clap on the shoulder and made my way towards her sister, unable to hide the smirk tugging at my lips. This game was getting more interesting by the minute.

Once in the car, the tension between us was palpable. The air was thick with unspoken desires and unfulfilled promises. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white, while I leaned back, my eyes never leaving her.

Placing my hand on her clothed thigh, I sighed. Her gaze sharpened as she moved her eyes from my hand to the road repeatedly, trying to understand my action.

"You're playing a dangerous game," she said, her voice low and dark, breaking the silence.

She didn't look at me, but I saw the faint flicker of a blush on her neck. "And you're enjoying every second of it," I retorted.

"More like loathing it," she shot back, pressing the gas pedal harder. The car sped up, the city blurring around us, but all I could focus on was her-her scent, her proximity, the tantalizing thought of what lay beneath that composed exterior.

When we arrived at my office, suddenly, she grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. My eyes widened in surprise, but there was no fear, only a dark excitement that mirrored her own.

"You think you can tease me and get away with it?" she growled, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Maybe I want to see how far I can push you," I whispered, faintly brushing my lips against her ear.

"Well, you've pushed me enough to do this," she said, swiftly pulling me by the collar of my white shirt and pressing a kiss onto it, stamping her lips with a dark red mark.

"This isn't over, Amrit," she said, her voice sultry and defiant.

I was still in a daze as I opened the car door, and she took off, not before glaring at me through the mirror.

"Sir?" the voice of the security guard broke my reverie.

[She f**ki*g kissed me, marked her territory, and used my name to call me.]

My mind and heart screamed with joy as I nodded to the guard and made my way inside the building.