I Found You

59.

Vikram entered the room, shutting the door before locking it. His gaze locked onto his little seductress who was attempting to lean against the wall with an air of sultriness but failed, her intoxication making her balance unsteady.

His lips curled up into a small smirk as he advanced toward her with deliberate, small steps, shedding his waistcoat and tossing it carelessly on the floor.

The way her eyes flickered with anticipation only fueled the heat shimmering beneath his skin. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for her wrist, tugging her forward with enough force to make her land into his chest.

A sharp inhale left her lips, but before she could react, he twisted both her hands behind her back, trapping her effortlessly.

Lowering his head, his lips brushed against her cheek, his voice dark and husky as he whispered. "I'm gonna fuck this hot, pretty mouth of yours."

The sudden shift in control sent a thrill racing through her veins. She wriggled in his hold, testing his grip but he refused to let her go just yet.

She jerked her head up, locking eyes with him. "First, say you're not angry with me anymore. And we're closing this topic here."

Her voice held demand which made his jaw tightened slightly. His eyes darkened as he scanned her face, the blush on her cheeks, the way her lips were parted, stubborn set of her chin as she held his gaze.

He leaned in, his breath gazing her skin as he murmured. "Do you think it's that easy?"

A shiver ran down her spine, but she didn't waver. "Yes. Because you don't stay mad at me for long."

A knowing smirk made its way back to his lips. "Acha ji?"

"Han ji." She nodded, her pulse hammering beneath his touch.

"Smart girl," He murmured, his lips barely a breath away from hers. "But you know what, sweetheart?"

She hummed, her lashes fluttering close as he traced his nose along her cheekbone, his hot breath teasing against her skin.

"Aaj jo shararat ki hai na tune, uska hisaab kal subah tak chukana padega." His voice low and sinful as he pinned her against the wall, letting go of her hands.

Just as he was about to close the distance between them, she lifted her hand, pressing it against his chest. "Wait!" Vikram froze, his brows furrowing.

"Close your eyes." Adhira bit her lip as she looked up at him through her lashes.

"Why?" He asked, pulling his head back.

"Please na," She pouted, her hand tracing patters against his chest.

"Fine," He exhaled and reluctantly, he shut his eyes.

With a mischievous smile, she reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. Vikram shifted, feeling the soft yet teasing graze of her fingers against his skin.

She slipped the fabric off his shoulders, and stepped closer, raking her hands over his toned arms, feeling the strength beneath her palms.

He let out a small, pleased sigh at her soft touch, lost in the sensation— until he felt something tightened around his wrists.

His eyes snapped open just as she pulled back, stepping away with a victorious glint in her gaze.

"What the fuck?" Vikram looked down.

His wrists were bound together, with the red strap of her bra. And she'd done pretty good job at it.

His eyes shifted to her, shock turning into something darker. "Baby, you've exactly five seconds to undo this. Come on!"