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"You okay?" Prashant said his voice with want.
"Mmm..." I hummed.
"You're so gorgeous," he almost whispered, his fingers circled my spine.
I looked at him. He was standing half naked with his shitty grin like he just won a trophy by massaging my back.
"You can leave, Dimples." I forced those words out as I covered my body with a towel, turning around to lay on my back.
"Ira..." The way he said my name I knew what he wanted.
"Leave," I said coldly and he grabbed his shirt before putting it on and walked out of my quarter.
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Chapter 14
IRA
His touch, his scent, and his eyes still burned through my skin as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, a silent accusation glaring back at me.
"You let him touch you? He punished you, but you let him touch every inch of your skin? Horny bitch, aren't you?"
I closed my eyes briefly, the self-loathing a bitter taste in my mouth, but gasped when his triumphant smile flashed in my mind. He’d won, and he knew it. It took only one touch, and I melted like chocolate in a warm hand.
I pointed my finger at the mirror, at my own reflection. “What do you think you’re doing? He hates you, for God’s sake! Get the hell away from him before his split personality hurts you even more,” I scolded myself, my voice a harsh whisper.
“Just stay away from him, Ira.”
But how? He looked so charming and sweet when he smiled. God, I missed his smile, his touch, and his gentle voice. For a brief moment he offered, I would take it.
I clutched my head, the throbbing behind my temples mirroring the turmoil within me. Crouching on the cold floor, I stared blankly at the ground, lost in a swirling vortex of conflicting emotions.
Prashant was becoming an undeniable addiction, a craving I couldn't shake. I always wanted his attention; I wanted his eyes on me, and wanted to breathe the same air he breathed. It was more than a mere feeling; it was an obsession, a profoundly negative one.
I wasn't interested in him, but I was interested in him so damn much.
His body. God, it was carved straight out of stone. Those perfect abs, that broad chest, those muscled arms, they haunted my thoughts.
I wondered how many women he’d slept with. I’d heard he was in a relationship months ago but broke up. A part of me, a dark and curious part, wanted to meet that woman and demand answers.
"Why did you break up with Prashant? Did he lose his mind on you too? Did he punish you for not obeying him, or did he just fuck you so rough you got scared away?"
Damn! My dirty mind.
I should stop thinking about sex and focus on my work, but ever since Prashant stepped into my peaceful life and turned it into chaos, my thoughts constantly drifted to forbidden desires.
I’d only slept with two guys in my life: the first was Aryan, and the second, Prashant. I’d been celibate for a couple of years, too focused on my duties, my career as an army officer demanding my full attention.
Yet, since Prashant stormed into the picture, I couldn’t stop imagining him on top of me, his strong body pressing against mine, even though we ostensibly hated each other.
We hated each other, yet our bodies inexplicably blended perfectly. It was a contradiction I couldn't reconcile.
Suddenly, my phone rang, its jarring sound dragging me out of the murky depths of my dark desires. I glanced at the screen. It was my mother.
Why the hell was she calling so early in the morning? A knot of dread tightened in my stomach as I picked up her call.
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?” I tried to sound casual, but my voice wavered slightly.
