The Royal Scandal

"I detest you." Came out of Nayantra's mouth venomously sweet, eyes burning holes in his, vexation visible as day. "You fucking disgust me."

Smirking at the raw display of lust filled hatred, Agastya took a step ahead, forcing her to take one back.

"Didn't see you feeling disgusted last night when you were beneath me, moaning my name and taking me so well, Nayna." His breath kissed her sensitive skin as he restored into her ears, caging her between his bulk body and brisk wall.

Tiping her chin up, furry in her eyes, jaws clenched tight, she glared into the sharpest, most vicious pair of ebony she's ever come across. "Don't be so proud of it. You're not the only one who fucks me."

Squinting his eyes in dangerous possessiveness, his hand seized her throat, fingers wrapping around her swan-like throat in a gentle hold. "Say that again and you'll not open your mouth for the next half an hour."

The corners of her mouth quirked up, a daring look in her eyes as she repeated. "You are not the only one who I sleep with, Agastya. You're just another-"

Killing her words before they found their voice, he slammed his lips against hers aggressively.

Yielding to the temptation and tingles of his proximity and the furious kiss, her hands settled on his neck, pulled him closer, leaned in deeper, kissing him back as deep and angrily.