The Silent Seduction

25. ARJUN

Mature Content (16+)

She kissed me back just as fiercely, her fingers clutching at the fabric of my suit, pulling me closer. I couldn't get enough of her—couldn't get close enough, touch enough.

My hands moved down her back, her skin hot beneath the thin fabric of her dress, and then I was pulling her on my lap, clutching her, needing more of her, needing everything.

The space was cramped, but I didn't care. All I could think about was the way she felt against me, the way her body molded to mine, the soft sounds she made as I kissed her neck, her collarbone, the pulse point just below her ear.

My hands roamed over her, exploring, memorizing, and I could feel her trembling beneath me, the same wild desire reflected in her every movement.

Her hands found the buttons of my shirt, and she pushed it open, her nails grazing my skin as she pulled me closer. The heat between us was unbearable, the need overwhelming, and I knew that there was no going back from this—not now, not ever.

I can feel the heat building in my body as she kisses me back, her lips urgent and demanding. My hands move to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer still. But a little voice in the back of my head is warning me that this isn't a good idea.

I trail my lips down her neck, feeling her pulse race under my touch. She's breathing heavily, and I can tell she wants this as badly as I do.

I can't resist the temptation any longer. I gently bite down on the thin strap of her dress, slowly pulling it off her shoulder. The fabric slips down her arm, revealing the smooth skin underneath. My breath hitches in my throat as I lean in to kiss the exposed skin.

I watch as the other strap slides down her arm, revealing her bare chest. She's not wearing a bra, and I can see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. I can feel myself getting harder at the sight.

I slowly slides the front of her dress down, revealing her bare chest. Her breasts are full and round, with dark pink nipples that are hard with arousal. Her skin is smooth and soft, and I can't resist the urge to touch her breasts.

I reach out and gently cup her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight in my palms. I run my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden even more under my touch. She moans softly, and I lean down to take one of her nipples into my mouth.

I suck on her nipple, swirling my tongue around it as she grips my shoulder with her hand. She's moaning louder now, and I can tell she's enjoying what I'm doing.

I can hear her moans growing louder and more urgent. I continue to suck and bite on her nipples, using my hands to massage and knead her breasts. She lets out a soft gasp as I continue to pleasure her breasts with my mouth and hands.

I can feel her heat against my cock, and I groan with pleasure. She grinds her hips against me, causing me to moan even louder.

"You're so fucking sexy," I can feel myself losing control as she grinds her hips against me. I grab her ass, pulling her even closer to me. She lets out a moan of her own, and I can tell she's enjoying what we're doing just as much as I am.

But just as we were on the brink, the world outside intruded—the sound of a car passing by, the faint glow of headlights. It was enough to bring us back to reality, to remind us of where we were, of the line we had crossed.

I pulled back, breathing hard, my forehead resting against hers as I tried to gather my scattered thoughts. She was equally breathless, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and dark with a mix of desire and something else— something that mirrored the fear I felt clawing at the edges of my mind.

"We can't do this," I said, my voice hoarse, the words a bitter truth that tasted like ash on my tongue.

She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes told me that she knew I was right. This was a mistake—a beautiful, dangerous mistake that neither of us could afford to make.

Reluctantly, I helped her back into her seat, the air between us heavy with the weight of what had just happened. She slowly adjusted her dress and I started the car, the engine rumbling to life, but I didn't move right away.

Instead, I sat there, my hands gripping the steering wheel, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts and emotions.

"Arjun..." Mahira's voice was soft, hesitant, and it cut through the fog in my mind. I turned to look at her, seeing the same confusion, the same conflict that I felt reflected in her eyes.

But before I could say anything, she shook her head, her hand reaching out to rest on mine, stopping whatever words I had been about to speak.

"Just drive," she whispered, her voice barely audible, and I nodded, understanding what she meant— what we both needed in that moment.

The drive back to her mansion was silent, the tension still there, but muted now, tempered by the reality of what had just happened. When I finally pulled up in front of her house, I turned off the engine, but neither of us moved.

She looked at me, her hand still resting on mine, and I could see the question in her eyes, the uncertainty that mirrored my own. But I didn't have the answers-not yet, maybe not ever.

"Goodnight, Mahira," I said finally, my voice quiet, but firm, trying to regain some semblance of control.

She nodded, her hand slipping away from mine as she opened the door and stepped out of the car. She didn't look back as she walked up the steps to the mansion, the door closing behind her with a soft click that seemed far too final.

I sat there for a long moment, the memory of her touch, her scent, still clinging to me like a second skin. I knew I should drive away, put as much distance between us as possible, but my hands felt heavy on the steering wheel, my mind replaying every moment of the night in vivid detail.

Finally, I forced myself to start the car, my movements mechanical and automatic. As I drove back to my own house, the city lights blurred past me, I couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had changed between us—something that couldn't be undone.

And as much as I tried to convince myself that it was a mistake, a moment of weakness, the truth was far more terrifying.

I wanted more.

And that thought alone was enough to make me question everything.

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