Kiara Mehta never expected her final year at university to turn into a whirlwind of temptation and desire. When the dangerously charming Agastya Agarwal steps in as an intern professor, he becomes the center of every whispered conversation and stole...
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The moment the words left her lips "I’m yours." something in Agastya snapped.
He yanked her closer, his fingers digging into her waist, his breath ragged as he crushed his mouth against hers.
Kiara whimpered, her fingers tangling in his shirt, but he wasn’t letting her have control, not this time.
She had spent the entire day testing him, pushing him, torturing him.
Now?
Now it was his turn.
His lips trailed down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “You wanted to see what would happen if you ignored me, hmm?” His voice was dark, teasing, but laced with warning.
Her breath hitched as his hands slipped under her skirt, rough fingers tracing slow, agonizing circles on her inner thigh. “A-Agastya...”
“Shh.” He nipped at her collarbone, sending a shiver through her. “You wanted my attention. Now you have it.”
She gasped when his grip tightened, pulling her hips flush against him. The hardness pressing against her made her dizzy.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb grazing the edge of her panties. “Was it fun? Laughing with them? Letting them look at what’s mine?”
Kiara’s heart pounded. “It was just..”
His fingers slid higher, silencing her.
“Careful.” His voice was dangerously soft. “Think before you answer.”
Her nails dug into his shoulders. “I..I was just messing with you.”
Agastya smirked. “Oh, I know.” He pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss below her ear. “And now I’m going to mess with you.”
Her breath caught when his fingers slipped beneath the lace, teasing, not giving her what she wanted...what she needed.
“Please…” she whispered, unable to stop herself.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with triumph. “Please what?”
She bit her lip, her face heating.
Agastya let out a low chuckle. “What happened to all that teasing confidence, hmm?” His fingers brushed over her one last time before withdrawing completely.
She let out a frustrated whimper.
He grinned, leaning down to whisper, “This is what happens when you play with fire, Kiara.”
Her head spun as he kissed her again deep, claiming, leaving no doubt who she belonged to.
And then, just as abruptly as he had pulled her into the room, he stepped back.
Kiara blinked in confusion, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “W-What...?”
Agastya smirked, adjusting his shirt, looking perfectly in control. “You wanted to tease me, sweetheart? Consider this your punishment.”
Her eyes widened. “You can’t just...”
He leaned in, lips ghosting over hers without giving her another taste. “I can.” His voice was smug, dark. “And I will.”
Kiara glared at him, her entire body burning. “You’re evil.”
Agastya chuckled, turning to open the door. But before stepping out, he glanced back over his shoulder.
“Be good, Kiara,” he murmured. “Or next time? I won’t be so nice.”
And with that, he walked away leaving her wrecked and wanting.
______________ To be continued......
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