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 next morning, Kiara regretted everything.
Not the way Agastya had claimed her, not the way her body still tingled from his touch but the way he had marked her.
The moment she saw her reflection, heat crawled up her neck. The deep purple hickey stood out against her skin, impossible to hide. She tried makeup, but it barely helped. A scarf felt too obvious.
And worst of all?
She knew he wanted this.
She could still hear his voice from last night, dark and possessive. You’ll leave here wearing my mark.
Damn him.
With a frustrated sigh, she grabbed her bag and headed to class, ignoring the way her pulse quickened at the thought of seeing him again.
But Agastya wasn’t the only one she had to deal with.
The moment she stepped into the lecture hall, Aarohi’s eyes widened. “Oh my God.”
Kiara stiffened. “What?”
Aarohi smirked, leaning closer. “You have a hickey. A big one.”
Shit.
Kiara forced a casual shrug. “So?”
Aarohi’s smirk widened. “So? Who gave it to you?”
Before Kiara could respond, a familiar voice cut through the air.
“You’re early today, Mehta.”
Her stomach flipped.
Agastya.
He was standing near the podium, his sharp gaze locking onto her immediately. And when his eyes flickered to her throat, to the mark he had left a smirk tugged at his lips.
Kiara knew that look.
He was proud of it.
Her jaw clenched, a sudden urge bubbling up inside her. Two can play this game, professor.
Ignoring him completely, she turned to Aarohi and smiled sweetly. “I guess I just had a fun night.”
Loud enough for him to hear.
Aarohi gasped dramatically. “Ooooh, now I really need details.”
Agastya’s smirk disappeared.
Good.
Kiara bit back a grin and sauntered past him, not sparing him another glance.
For the rest of the class, she refused to look his way. No stolen glances, no lingering stares. Nothing.
And Agastya noticed.
His usual confidence was still there, but beneath it was something darker. Frustration.
By the time class ended, she was halfway out the door when....
“Kiara.”
His voice was low. Dangerous.
She froze. The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine.
Slowly, she turned, feigning innocence. “Yes, professor?”
His jaw ticked. “Stay back.”
Aarohi wiggled her brows behind her before slipping out, leaving them alone.
The moment the door shut, Agastya stalked toward her.
“Are you ignoring me?” His voice was deceptively calm.
Kiara shrugged. “Why would I do that?”
His eyes darkened. “Careful, sweetheart.”
She smirked. “Or what?”
In a blink, he had her backed against the desk, his hands gripping the wood on either side of her.
“Or I’ll remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Her breath hitched.
He leaned in, lips grazing her ear. “You think you can tease me and walk away?”
She swallowed hard. “I..”
His fingers trailed down her throat, brushing against the hickey. “You’re mine, Kiara,” he whispered. “And if you need a reminder...”
His grip tightened, tilting her chin up.
“I’ll fucking give you one.”
A slow, dangerous smirk played on his lips.
And she knew, she was in trouble.
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