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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Kiara’s breath came in shallow, uneven waves as Agastya’s fingers traced the edge of her jaw. His smirk never wavered, his dark eyes drinking in every flicker of defiance she tried to hold onto.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice smooth like silk yet sharp like a blade. “Did you enjoy ignoring me?”
Kiara’s pulse pounded, but she refused to give in so easily. Lifting her chin, she met his gaze with forced nonchalance. “Maybe I did.”
The air between them shifted.
Agastya’s expression darkened, amusement flickering into something more dangerous, more possessive. His fingers ghosted down her throat, brushing the hickey that still burned against her skin.
“You shouldn’t play games you can’t win,” he warned.
Kiara smirked. “Maybe I like the challenge.”
His grip tightened but not enough to hurt, just enough to make her breath hitch. His lips ghosted over her ear.
“You want a challenge, sweetheart?” His voice was low, taunting. “Then let’s see how long you last before you beg me.”
Her stomach flipped.
Before she could form a response, Agastya’s hands were on her hips, effortlessly lifting her onto the desk. His body pressed between her thighs, trapping her, claiming the space as his own.
Her heart pounded as his lips skimmed her jawline, trailing lower.
“Let’s fix your little attitude, hmm?” he murmured, his teeth grazing her skin before he sucked her slow, deliberate, right beside the hickey he’d already left.
A gasp slipped past her lips.
A second mark. Another claim.
“You’re playing dirty,” she whispered, but her voice betrayed her, breathless and unsteady.
Agastya chuckled, lips brushing against her skin. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hands gripping her thighs, keeping her exactly where he wanted.
“I haven’t even started.”
Kiara's fingers curled against the desk, her breath uneven as Agastya’s lips lingered against her throat. The heat of his mouth seared her skin, and she swore she could feel his smirk against her pulse.
He was enjoying this.
The way she stiffened under his touch. The way her body betrayed her, melting into his hold despite every warning in her head screaming at her to push him away.
But she wouldn’t.
Because that was what he wanted.
“Two marks in two days?” Kiara forced a smirk, her voice steadier than she felt. “Should I be worried about what people will say?”
Agastya’s grip on her thighs tightened. “Let them say whatever they want,” he murmured. “As long as they know you’re mine.”
His words sent a jolt through her, but she masked it with an eye roll. “Possessive much?”
His head tilted slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “You’re just now figuring that out, sweetheart?”
Kiara huffed. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
Agastya chuckled, low and dangerous. “Oh, but you do.”
Before she could retort, his hands gripped her waist, dragging her forward until there wasn’t an inch of space between them. Her breath caught.
“You think teasing me was a good idea?” he mused, fingers pressing into her hips. “You ignored me the entire class.”
Kiara feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Agastya leaned in, his lips a whisper away from hers. “You’re lying.”
Her heart pounded as his fingers traced slow, lazy circles on her thighs. He was playing with her, enjoying the way she squirmed under his touch.
“You had your fun, Kiara.” His voice dropped lower, sending shivers down her spine. “Now it’s my turn.”
Before she could react, he suddenly gripped her chin, tilting her face up.
“Open.”
Her lips parted instinctively.
Agastya smirked. “Good girl.”
A rush of heat shot through her. She hated how easily those two words affected her, how her body reacted before her mind could catch up.
His thumb brushed over her lower lip, his eyes locked onto hers. “Let’s see if that mouth of yours is only good at back talking.”
Kiara’s stomach flipped as she realized what he meant.
Her gaze darted toward the door. They were still in the lecture hall, the risk of getting caught sending a fresh wave of nerves through her.
Kiara swallowed. “We can’t...”
“We can.” His grip tightened slightly. “And we will.”
His confidence made her breath hitch. The way he looked at her, dark and commanding, made her pulse race.
“Or are you scared, sweetheart?” he taunted.
Kiara’s pride flared. “I’m not scared.”
His brow lifted. “Then show me.”
Her mouth went dry.
He waited, his thumb stroking her jaw in lazy, teasing motions.
A shiver ran through her.
Slowly, she slid off the desk, sinking to her knees in front of him.
Agastya exhaled sharply, his hand tangling in her hair.
“That’s my good girl.”
The words sent a rush of heat through her.
This was dangerous.
Addictive.
And she was falling too fast.
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To Be Continued…
🔥 Author’s Note: 🔥
This chapter was intense! What do you think of Agastya’s dominance? And Kiara. Do you think she’ll keep up with his game, or will she eventually surrender?
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