HER SAFE PLACE

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Rocky's POV

I stood there, my body frozen as I took in the sight of my babydoll. She was standing in front of me, wearing only my shirt. The fabric clung to her delicate frame, the first two buttons left open, giving me a clear view of her cleavage. The shirt was so short it barely covered her thighs, and I could see the bare skin beneath. My mind raced as I processed what I was looking at -she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The intensity of the situation crashed down on me, and the words I had said earlier echoed in my mind. I had never imagined this. Not like this.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. My gaze involuntarily dropped to the way the shirt hugged her body, the fabric barely doing its job of covering her, and I immediately felt a fire ignite in my chest.

I had given her just the shirt. I knew she wouldn't wear anything else underneath, but still, seeing her like this, standing there so unguarded, was... it was overwhelming. The thought of her this close, in my clothes, was driving me crazy, yet I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away.

Shivangi moved with deliberate grace, her movements slow and teasing as she made her way to the mirror. The dryer in her hand buzzed softly, drying her hair. But the way her fingers ran through the strands, the way the fabric of the shirt clung to her skin -god, it was almost too much. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Every movement, every inch of her body seemed to call to me.

As she worked the dryer, the damp shirt clung tighter to her, outlining her curves in the most intimate way. The fabric pressed against her skin, and I felt the heat rising in my chest and my dick. I could barely breathe, my body reacting to her presence, to the proximity, to the soft, tempting way she moved.

Then, she turned just enough that I caught the glimmer of her eyes in the mirror, a flicker of something dangerous. Something I knew was purposeful.

When she set the dryer down, I thought she was done. But then, out of nowhere, she reached for the dark red lipstick on the counter. The shade was bold, daring, and as she applied it with slow, deliberate strokes, the sight had me frozen in place. Each movement was a calculated tease, every swipe of the lipstick making my pulse race faster.

The deep red hue seemed to emphasize her full lips, and when she finished, she pouted that too so sexily, she caught my gaze in the mirror. The playful glint in her eyes made it all worse, and my body reacted against my will. I could feel the heat building, my condition rapidly deteriorating as I struggled to keep my cool.

She slowly turned toward me, the lipstick now perfect on her lips, and in a voice laced with mischief, she said, "Dinner karne chale?"
(let's go for dinner)

As soon as the words left her lips, she turned on her heels, walking toward the door with a sway in her hips that was clearly intentional. My eyes followed her, my jaw clenching at the blatant teasing. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every second of it.

Just as her hand reached for the doorknob, I moved. In a swift motion, I grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and pinning her against the nearby wall. The soft gasp that escaped her lips made my pulse hammer in my ears. Her wide eyes met mine, an innocent look plastered on her face, but the subtle curve of her lips betrayed her intentions.

Leaning in close, my voice dropped low, rough with barely restrained desire. "Don't test my patience, Shivangi," I warned, my gaze locked on hers.

She tilted her head slightly, her wide, innocent eyes which wants me to fuck her so senselessly, locking onto mine as she whispered, "What am I doing, Mr. Singhania?" Her voice was soft, dripping with mock naivety, and it was the final straw.