Passion & Dilemma

34. Rhythm of Love

Prerna's POV

I remember, one moment I was walking in the hallway and in the next moment I was inside a dimly lighted room, pinned against the door by a Gorilla type man.

Sarthak was so muscular.

"What is wrong with you?" I hissed, trying not to touch him as my henna hasn't dried completely. Touching him would ruin it.

Instead of replying to my question, Sarthak stared into my eyes with a boyish smirk on his face. He raised his hand over my head and locked the door with a click sound.

"Everything." He said, pressing his body flush against mine.

A wave of pleasure hit me and the hair on my neck stood in attention. A deep, manly chuckle escaped his throat and his chest vibrated against my body.

I hate how I much I notice him. I hate how much he affects me. I hate how I do not want to go away. I hate that I am supposed to hate him but I cannot because that is not who I am. And what I hate the most is that we are not a normal couple.

I thought a lot about why I do not hate Sarthak when he deserves it. It was because of attention. I like the attention he gives me. I never got the positive attention I craved from my parents.

Maybe one day, I will learn to love myself enough to not care about my stalker's attention.

But till then, let me enjoy what he is offering to me. Care, attention and, most of all, pleasure.

I shifted in my place, making my breasts unwantedly rub against his body. He raised a brow and looked down at our pressed body.

My throat dried at the sight of him as dim, warm lights fell on his face, making him look ethereal. His light stuble, deep expressive eyes and parted lips stirred something wild inside me.

My lips fell apart in a shallow inhale, "Sarthak." I whispered.

He did not say anything, just kept looking at my face. I looked away, not meeting his eyes.

"Let me go." I muttered again, looking at the floor. I gulped when he stayed still, watching me. His eyes felt like fire on me. "Please."

I do not know why I said please. I should not say please to him. But I did.

Then slowly, ever so slowly he leaned towards my face. I moved it further away only for my eyes to flutter close when his hot breath fained on my cheek.

"No." His lips brushed against my cheek as he refused to let me go.

I tried to slip out but he placed a hand on the door, blocking my way. I tried again and he blocked the other side too.

I glared at him and he wrapped a hand around my waist in reponse, before he turned me around in a swift motion, making sure not to ruin my henna.

"Sarthak!" I shrieked in the process.

He pressed me front first to the door. I could see him through my periphery. He was looking down at my ass.

Heat rushed through my body when his hand slipped down from my waist to the curve of my hips. He did not touch my ass, I wanted him to touch it but he didn't.

"Are you liking it?" He whispered, moving his hand all over my hips. "My touch?"

I clenched my jaw and shook my head, "No."

I was loving it!

"Uh huh?" He voiced, "We gotta work on that. I can't let my wife disliking my touch, can I?"