Warning: Mature scene
Adah's instincts were always top-notch when it came to me.
She could read my mood but was still naive to not know the reason. I clenched my fist, thinking how many of my men saw her walking in the satin slip through the surveillance cameras. One glimpse of her entering my study and my semi was straining against my slack. She could get any hot-headed man aroused dressed like that and yet be clueless about it.
My rage seethed, noticing the slight outline of her nipples through the robe.
"Bring me the tea."
I couldn't stop staring at her flushed cheek or her eyes looking anywhere but me. A sign that she was afraid, and yet here she was. When I returned, seeing her waiting for me in the foyer skipped my heartbeat. And to add to it, when Amma said she called the mansion as home unknowingly, I was elated. She started adjusting, and it could be picked from her gestures.
"I-I won't disturb you," she repeated, giving me the cup.
"Won't you help me while I drink tea?"
She lowered her eyes and asked, "What can I help you with?"
"Sit."
Her head snapped in my direction before glancing at the door. She can run, but that will only add to her punishment. Either she does it in the study or the bedroom, where the count will increase. Hesitantly, she sat on my lap, whispering, "Now?"
"Read the contract out loud for me," I said, sipping the tea. At least she didn't feign to not understand where I want her to sit.
She glanced at the Macbook and looked over her shoulder at me in confusion. Unsure of my intent, she returned to the screen and started reading the contract.
This girl will be the death of me one day.
But right now, I have a pressing issue to take care of. First, she was stripping before that maid the other night and now dressed in nothing but satin set parading like a siren in the mansion with guards and CCTV cameras. I had to order the team to delete the last 30 minutes of surveillance footage, and with the silence on the other side of the call, I knew they were stunned. I have to talk to them separately after I teach my wife a lesson.
She flinched when I placed my hand over her bare thigh. She looked back, and I only told her to continue.
"..shall have ... .the option.." she trailed off, clenching her thighs together.
"You read that already," I stated, setting the empty cup on the desk.
"T-The option s-hall," she gasped when I started grazing the inner side of her thigh featherly.
"Yes, go on, the option shall," I murmured in her ear, deliberately biting her sensitive lobe.
"..be exercised ... .by written n-notice..." She focused on the task, and with the way she was fisting her tiny palms, I knew how much effort she was putting in.
"Skip to the part of failing to adhere," I said, spreading her legs with mine.
"Aryan," every damn time, this whisper of hers goes straight to my cock.
"Continue, Adah," I snarled in her ear and felt her body tremble. I slid my fingers over her skin and continued to accidentally touch the apex between her thighs.
"F-Failing to meet the terms and conditi—" she gasped when I rubbed her over the panty.
"Lace. You wore lace walking around in your robe?" I growled, and she tensed.
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