As soon as Murtasim and Meerab entered their bedroom, the door closed with a soft click, sealing them in a private world. Murtasim’s face was a mixture of frustration, desire, and something more dangerous—a need to reclaim control after the torment Meerab had put him through at breakfast.
The moment they were alone, Murtasim didn’t waste any time. With a growl of impatience, he grabbed Meerab by the waist, pulling her flush against him. His touch was firm, demanding, a sharp contrast to his usual gentle affection. Meerab's breath hitched, but before she could say anything, his hands were already working on the strings of her salwar, tugging them loose in one swift motion.
“Murtasim!” Meerab gasped, her hands instinctively going to his chest to push him away, but he wasn’t having it.
“You thought you could play your little games and get away with it, Meerab?” he whispered in her ear, his voice dark and filled with unspoken promises. His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. “Now it’s my turn.”
Her salwar slid down to her ankles effortlessly, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Murtasim spun her around, pressing her front against the cool surface of the dressing table. She caught sight of herself in the mirror—the flush on her cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. But it was Murtasim’s reflection behind her that caught her attention. His eyes were dark, filled with an intense desire that made her heart race.
With a swift movement, Murtasim pulled his trousers down, the sound of fabric sliding against skin loud in the silence of the room. His hands gripped her hips, positioning her just how he wanted. Meerab’s eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his body against hers, her hands bracing herself on the edge of the table.
“Murtasim…” she started, but her voice faltered. He was in no mood for her protests, his fingers digging into her skin as he bent her over further, making sure she could see every moment in the mirror.
“I warned you, Meerab,” he growled, his voice low and rough with need. “I told you I’d make you pay for what you did.”
Before she could respond, Murtasim moved closer, his body pressing against hers. Every inch of her skin tingled with anticipation, her mind torn between wanting to resist and wanting to give in to the undeniable pull between them. She could see the raw hunger in his eyes through the mirror, and it made her pulse quicken.
Meerab’s breath became uneven as Murtasim’s hands trailed over her bare skin, possessive and firm. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Watch yourself, Meerab. Watch what you’ve done to me.”
Her eyes locked on their reflection, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw the fierce passion in his gaze. The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and undeniable. Murtasim, still hard and aroused from the teasing at breakfast, wasn’t going to wait any longer.
With a firm grip on her hips, he pulled her back toward him, aligning them perfectly. The intensity of the moment left Meerab breathless, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control. She could feel his need, his desire, and it made her ache with equal parts anticipation and nerves.
The room was filled with a tense silence, broken only by their ragged breathing as Murtasim leaned in, his voice hoarse with desire. “You wanted to tease me, Meerab. Now you’ll see what happens when you push me too far.”
Murtasim’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer. Meerab’s heart raced as she felt his heat against her, her breath catching in her throat. His voice was low, rough, filled with the frustration he’d been holding back since breakfast. His movements were deliberate, his body pressed intimately against hers, and in that moment, she knew she had awakened something fierce in him.
