Part 5

Aisha’s back hit the door, Vihaan’s body pressing into hers before she could even catch her breath. The room was dark, but she didn’t need to see—she felt everything.

The way his hands slid down her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. The way his breath came out heavy, uneven, like he was barely holding himself together.

Like he was done pretending.

Aisha’s fingers tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp as she whispered against his lips, “You locked the door, right?”

Vihaan let out a breathless laugh. “Do I look stupid?”

Her smirk barely had time to form before he devoured her again, his lips crashing onto hers, his hands gripping her with a force that sent heat everywhere.

Her back hit the mattress a second later, Vihaan following without hesitation, his weight settling over her, making her ache.

He stared down at her, chest rising and falling like he’d just run miles. His thumb brushed her lips, his gaze flickering with something dark.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured.

Aisha arched a brow, fingers teasing at the hem of his shirt. “And you’re just figuring that out now?”

His smirk returned—lazy, knowing. “No, sweetheart.” His voice dropped, his hands sliding under her shirt, dragging the fabric up, slow and deliberate.

“I knew the second you kissed me back.”

Then, without another word, he ruined her.

Aisha didn’t know where she ended and Vihaan began.

His hands were everywhere—skimming up her sides, gripping her thighs, pressing her deeper into the mattress like he wanted to own every inch of her.

And God, she was letting him.

Letting him take, letting him consume—because she was just as desperate, just as hungry.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging, demanding. “Off.”

Vihaan exhaled sharply, like he’d been waiting for her to say it.

He pulled back just enough to yank it over his head, the fabric hitting the floor in an instant. Aisha barely had time to breathe before he was on her again, his bare skin pressing against hers, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat.

She gasped, arching into him as his teeth grazed her collarbone.

“You’re so damn impatient,” he muttered, lips brushing against her pulse.

Aisha let out a breathless laugh, nails raking down his back, making him groan. “And you talk too much.”

Vihaan shuddered. Then he flipped them, pulling her on top of him so fast she gasped.

“Then do something about it,” he challenged, eyes dark, daring.

Aisha smirked, leaning down, her lips brushing against his just enough to tease. “Gladly.”

And this time?

She was the one who ruined him.

Vihaan had always been the one in control. The one who teased, the one who pushed—until Aisha couldn’t take it anymore.

But now?

Now, she was the one taking him apart.

Her lips ghosted over his jaw, slow, teasing, while her hands explored—nails trailing down his chest, fingers mapping out every inch of bare skin like she was memorizing him.

Vihaan’s breath hitched. His hands clenched against her thighs, gripping tight like he was trying to stay in control.

But Aisha? She wasn’t going to let him.

She dragged her lips lower, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat, feeling the way his pulse slammed.

“Aisha—”

She grinned. “What, Vihaan?”

His jaw ticked. His fingers flexed, tightening their hold on her hips.

“Don’t—” His breath was shaky. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Aisha tilted her head, lips hovering just over his. “Who said I wouldn’t finish?”

And that was it.

Vihaan snapped.

One second, he was letting her play her little game. The next, he had her pinned, his body pressing into hers, his lips at her ear, his voice dark, wrecked.

“You want to play dirty, sweetheart?” His teeth grazed her skin, making her shiver. “Fine.”

His hand slid up, fingers curling around her wrists, trapping her completely.

“Just don’t forget…” His lips brushed her throat, his smirk wicked.

“You started this.”

And then?

Vihaan took back control.

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