Page 74 of That Same Old Love

Samrat just kept staring angrily at her.

She laughed nervously. “I was talking about the movie, Psycho. I remember you telling me that it was one of your favorite movies.”

He finally moved to turn off the music and then the taps in the shower. “What can I say? Unfortunately, I happen to have an unhealthy fascination towards all kinds of psychos.”

Mahi smiled tentatively. “Are you calling me a psycho?”

Samrat just continued to stare at her wet body and moved slowly towards her, blocking her access to the towel holder.

“I’m wet,” she said softly, not wanting to spoil his expensive suit.

“I hope so,” he said gruffly and picked her up to carry her out of the bathroom.

He dropped her dripping body on the bed and started to remove his clothes angrily.

“Don’t ever tell me to be with other women again. We are together! And we mean a lot to each other! Deal with it! Do you understand?” he demanded, as he removed the formal business jacket and threw it on the floor, which was shocking since he always left his used clothes neatly at a corner or in a laundry basket.

At Samrat’s statement, Mahi’s heart jumped with happiness, but at the same time she was still scared that he spoke as though they were in a serious relationship.

“This is just a fling and we don’t mean a lot to each other. You’re tired from your long trip and you’re confused… or maybe you are just plain horny,” she said tentatively.

“This isnotjust a fling and I’m not confused, but I’m definitely horny,” he stated, shedding his pants and kicking it away from him on the floor.

Mahi wanted to gain control of the situation and put them back into their old casual friends with benefits mode. She pushed away her feelings… feelings that craved his touch and possessive feelings that never wanted to let him go.

“What’s the matter? Were you too chicken to sleep with the hot lawyer? Too busy being the nice guy and wouldn’t sleep with her even after I gave you explicit permission? If you had done the deed, maybe I would have enjoyed the sexy details,” she taunted him.

His nostrils flared when he looked at her. “You’re so full of shit,” he hissed while stepping out of his underwear.

Mahi felt her heart melt at the slang he picked up from their time together. “Am I? Or maybe you did sleep with her. You—” she broke off when he moved over her to kiss her hard.

Soon they were in a tangle of unleashed anger and desperation that was frightening in its power. She felt she must have goaded him too far as he looked like a wild animal with his flaring nostrils and the need to punish in his eyes. His careful reserve or polish was gone.

She felt equally goaded, since he didn’t call her for almost five days and made her imagine things that tore her up. Grabbing the tail ends of his formal shirt, she tried to rip open the buttons, to feel his skin underneath.

Even after wrenching it hard, some of the buttons still stayed put, and she sobbed out her frustration, about the shirt, and also from being apart the past two weeks. She tried to tug and tear his shirt out while his hands were lifting and pulling her hips closer. Then he shrugged out his torn shirt and threw it on the floor.

“Never ever tell me such bullshit again,” he hissed out and then he held her chin to get her attention. “Do you understand me?” he demanded, looking at her face.

She missed him and was desperately running her fingers all over his thin eyebrow scar, the shape of his jaw, his sharp nose and then the outline of his lips, when she heard him say that with so much emotion.

He took both her hands off his face, and held them on top of her head, using one of his hands while he pushed her thighs apart with his hips. He entered her with his finger to check if she was ready enough. More than satisfied with her proof of arousal, he raised her thigh with one hand and entered her deeply with a single thrust.

Her gasp and the sound of his groan sounded loud in the bedroom. She felt confusing emotions within her even as her body accepted him greedily.

“You made me so angry that I swore I would never get back to you,” he grunted as he slammed into her. “But I couldn’t stay away from you. I want you, and I don’t care if you don’t want me the same way. But while we are still together, I’m yours and you aremine,” he declared, driving hard.

She opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off with another long kiss while he drove desperately into her body, claiming her until she forgot everything but him.

He picked up the pace, forcing her to keep up while taking him deeper into her body. She could still feel his anger and desperation in his hard thrusts.

“Don’t stop,” she sobbed out, biting hard into his shoulder, wanting to mark him as hers.

“Never. Not even if there is a nuclear explosion around us,” he groaned out, letting go of her hands and grasping her hips tightly.

He kept thrusting deeply and she moaned, raking her nails down his back. Their bodies were slippery and wet with her recent shower and their added perspiration.

And for the first time, she couldn’t define what they were doing as simply having sex or making love. It felt animalistic and primitive. Wild and uncontrolled. Almost like they wanted to fuse their bodies together.

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