You Make Me Better ✔️

Chapter 6

Sitara's POV

In a rush of getting out of clothes, I threw my Gucci Marmont bag on the floor. If I wasn't this desperate and needy, I would've never done that, trust me.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Sona." I never told my real name to strangers.

"Rohan." and his lips were on mine again. His hands clutching me. I caressed his sharp jawline while whimpers of bliss escaped my lips.

He lifted me off the ground. I encircled my legs on his waist as he took me towards the bed and laid me down with him towering me. I took out my black heels and tossed them somewhere in the room.

A moan slipped from my lips shamelessly as Rohan bit on my lower lip. He pulled away and turned me around swiftly. My front was now facing the bed as he unzipped my dress. His fingertips leisurely roaming on my bare back, giving me chills.

"You smell so good," Rohan whispered in my ear as he inhaled the aroma of the best perfume that I had.

"And I'm sure you will taste delicious."

"Try me," I teased, which was barely a whisper.

I couldn't wait anymore. He turned me again to face him. His leather jacket and white T-shirt were now lying on the floor. I could see the time he had spent in the gym from the built-up chest and toned sex pack abs. I mean six-pack abs.

As he came closer to my lips and said, "Ready to scream my name tonight, sweetheart?" It was a statement more than a question. I pecked on his lips as a response. Always.

I pressed myself on him as he sucked on my lips. The room was dark with dim lights, making it more exciting for us. His hands traveled from my neck, breast, waist and stopped at the end of my dress.

He started sliding my dress upwards while seductively touching his cold knuckles to my thighs. This teasing and flirting acts of his was turning me so fucking on.

My breathing unevened, running out of patience. A smirk of proudness was constant on his lips as he kissed my cheek. As he reached near my waist with the dress...

"Are you there Tar- Sona?"

I heard a familiar voice outside the door. Of course, how can I forget this voice?

I was glad that she remembered my name was Sona when I'm with the boys. But why was she here right now? For a threesome? Or did she change her plan and now is ready to be fucked by a stranger?

"Go and find another dick," I spoke to myself.

I still hadn't replied to her and I didn't want to. Rohan dumbfoundedly stared into my eyes.

"Your fellow hook-up guy has an STD!"

She yelled again, so loudly that it startled us both.

"Hey, no. She's lying," Rohan confirmed, almost like a defensive scream.

"Yeah, I know," I whispered, not really listening to him.

"I know you are there. Now don't waste any other fucking minute and get out of the room right now or else I will have to tell Kabir that you are busy humping some hot specimen."

"So she thinks I'm hot, huh?" Rohan said, mischievous grin made it's way to his face. Everyone can see you are super hot, you idiot.

By hearing Kabir's name I was hit by the tornado of questions and this time I pushed Rohan off me.

I got dressed up as much as I could and slid into my heels to open the door. Myra was leaning on the door frame with her phone in her hand.

"Kabir, she's here," Myra said on the phone with a hidden taunt for me. I snatched the phone from her, cursing under my breath.