a_chaos_who
[ 18+ MATURE. DARK ADULT ROMANCE. ZERO BOUNDARIES. ]
"You're shaking."
"Because I want to hit you. Or kiss you. And I can't decide which one I hate more."
He didn't smile. His thumb just pressed hard against my jaw, tilting my face up. "Then do both. But stop talking."
We ran out of excuses at 3:00 a.m.
The petty war through the ceiling, the silent elevator rides, the fake polite nods-it all died the second he pulled me inside his apartment and locked the world out.
There is nothing poetic about what we are doing. We are crossing every single limit because we are too tired to care about the consequences anymore. Aarav is rough, possessive, and entirely done pretending he doesn't want me. And I am done being the good girl who stays in her own lane.
Behind his closed door, we aren't neighbors anymore. We are an addiction.
⚠️ THE 18+ EXPLICIT SNIPPET:
He backed me up until my thighs hit the edge of his unmade bed. I didn't sit down. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down with me as we hit the mattress.
Aarav caught his weight on his forearms, hovering directly over me. His breathing was heavy, uneven, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
"Are we really doing this?" I breathed out, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"You're still here," he said, his voice gravelly, stripped of all that quiet control he usually has. His hand slid under the hem of my shirt, his palms searing hot against my bare waist. "You could have walked out five minutes ago, Kiara."
"Shut up," I whispered, digging my fingernails into his shoulders. "Just... shut up."
He didn't answer. He just leaned down and took my mouth. It wasn't a gentle kiss-it was aggressive, desperate, and heavy. His hand gripped my thigh, pulling my leg up over his hip to bring me completely flush against him. A low, ragged sound escaped his throat as his weight crowded me into the mattress, erasing every single rule we ever made.
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