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"Arjun?" Her voice came out small, uncertain. "What happened? Is everything okay?"
He didn't answer. He stepped into the room, and the scent hit her: whiskey, thick and sharp, rolling off him in waves.
Her eyes widened. "Why did you drink? Are you alright?"
He moved closer, each step deliberate, predatory. Vaani backed against the vanity, her heart hammering against her ribs. This wasn't the controlled man she knew. This was something else entirely.
"Arjun, please-"
He reached her. His hands closed around her upper arms, pulling her against him with a force that drove the air from her lungs. She was pressed against his chest, so close she could feel his heat, his breath hot against her lips.
"Mrs. Vaani Arjun Singhania," he breathed, and his voice was rough, broken, nothing like the polished businessman she knew. "Mine. Only mine."
His mouth crashed against hers.
The kiss was wild, uncontrolled, nothing like the careful distance he'd maintained for weeks. His lips were demanding, his teeth grazing her skin, his hands moving to her back, her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
"No one can touch you," he growled against her mouth, his words slurred but fierce. "No one. I will make sure tonight that you are mine. Only mine."
His hands found the straps of her gown. The silk slid down her shoulders, pooling at her waist, and still he kissed her, his mouth trailing fire along her jaw, her throat, the hollow above her collarbone.