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 air in the room was thick with tension, each breath between them charged with something dark and consuming. Agastya’s grip on Kiara tightened, his fingers digging into her waist as he lifted her from the desk and turned, pressing her against the wall in one swift motion.
Her gasp was swallowed by his lips crashing against hers, rough and demanding. His kiss wasn’t gentle it was a claim, a warning, a punishment for the way she had played with him.
Kiara tried to match his intensity, but he was relentless. His tongue slipped past her lips, exploring, dominating, leaving no room for her to think, only to feel.
His hands roamed down her body, fingertips skimming her waist before gripping her thigh, hiking it around his hip to pull her impossibly closer. The friction between them sent shivers down her spine.
“You drive me insane,” he growled against her lips, his forehead pressing against hers. “You push me, test me.” His fingers slid up, tracing her jaw before tilting her chin up. “And I let you, don’t I?”
Kiara’s breath hitched, her hands fisting his shirt.
“But let me remind you something, sweetheart.” His voice dropped, dark and possessive. “I own you.”
Before she could snap back, his teeth scraped her pulse, followed by his tongue soothing the sting. Another mark. Another claim.
Her fingers found his hair, tugging slightly, but that only seemed to fuel him further. His grip on her waist tightened, pressing her harder against the wall as his lips traveled lower, trailing along the exposed skin of her collarbone.
Kiara’s head fell back, a soft sound escaping her lips before she could stop it.
Agastya smirked against her skin. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his breath hot against her. “No more games. No more pretending.”
Her body betrayed her, heat pooling in her stomach as his touch grew more demanding. He knew what he was doing to her.
And he was enjoying it.
His hands slid down, gripping her hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. “Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered, his voice rough with restraint.
Kiara’s eyes snapped open, meeting his heated gaze. She was breathless, dazed, completely undone by him. But she couldn’t....wouldn’t, give him that satisfaction.
Instead, she smirked. “Make me.”
A dangerous gleam flickered in his eyes before he did.
The challenge in Kiara’s eyes didn’t waver, but her pulse betrayed her. Rapid, erratic, completely at his mercy.
She wanted control.
He was determined to strip it from her.
Agastya’s fingers trailed down her arm, slow and deliberate, his touch igniting every nerve in its path. “You love this,” he murmured, his lips hovering just above hers. “Being trapped between what you want and what you should do.”
Kiara swallowed hard, refusing to give in so easily. “I don’t belong to you.”
Agastya’s smirk was dangerous. “No?”
Before she could react, his hands found her wrists, pinning them against the wall beside her head. His body pressed firmly against hers, leaving no space, no escape. His breath ghosted over her lips, teasing but never giving her what she wanted.
Her frustration grew.
And he knew it.
“Say it, sweetheart.” His grip tightened slightly. “Say you’re mine.”
Kiara clenched her jaw. “I’m not....”
Her words died in her throat as he suddenly dipped his head, lips trailing along the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. He didn’t kiss her. Didn’t bite. Just let his breath linger, making her shudder in anticipation.
“You’re lying,” he whispered.
Kiara’s nails dug into her palms. She hated how her body reacted to him, how every inch of her betrayed her resolve.
She was supposed to hate him.
She was supposed to be stronger than this.
But Agastya was a force, relentless, unyielding, and impossible to resist.
His hands slid down her arms, releasing her wrists only to grip her waist, pulling her closer. His lips brushed against her throat, slow and torturous.
Kiara’s breath came in shaky waves.
“Tell me to stop.”
Her lips parted, but no words came.
She should tell him to stop. She should shove him away. She should remind him that this was reckless, that they weren’t supposed to cross this line.
But when his teeth scraped against her pulse, a soft gasp escaped her instead.
Agastya stilled.
His hands gripped her tighter.
And when he finally lifted his head, his eyes were darker, hungrier.
“You don’t want me to stop.”
It wasn’t a question.
It was the truth.
The silence between them crackled, electric and suffocating.
Kiara met his gaze, and this time, she smirked.
“I didn’t say that.”
Agastya’s jaw ticked. His hands flexed against her waist, his control hanging by a thread.
She leaned in, just enough for their lips to brush. Teasing. Testing. Payback.
Agastya sucked in a sharp breath, his grip tightening. “Careful, sweetheart.”
Kiara tilted her head, letting her lips graze his ear. “Or what?”
A dangerous smirk tugged at his lips.
“You’ll find out.”
And with that, he spun her around, pressing her against the desk, his body caging her in. His breath was hot against her neck, his hands sliding down her arms, his touch both possessive and taunting.
“You like playing games?” His voice was dark, silk over steel. “Let’s see if you can handle losing.”
The challenge hung between them.
And this time, Kiara wasn’t so sure who would win.
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🔥 Author’s Note: 🔥
Kiara is pushing back! She’s not just reacting. she’s challenging Agastya right back. Who do you think will break first? 👀
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