Page 54 of Love Locked
Kabir groaned as he pounded her, spanking her once, twice, making her count, and she stifled her moan. He kept spanking her till she lost control moaning loudly. He reached out and covered her mouth, smothering her moans.
“We are in the office, darling. We don’t want everyone to know how hard you scream when I fuck you.” He gritted, continuing to pound her.
She moaned and licked his palm as he thrust inside her again and again. He pounded her as hard as he needed and as hard as she craved. He drowned her cries of release with his palm and buried his own growl in the crook of her neck.
When they were done, both of them were silent, catching their breaths. Kabir kissed Kyra tenderly, and she flushed, her face a bright red. He smiled and brushed her hair back. He disposed of the condom and righted himself until he looked perfect as ever.
“Kyra.”
“Yes?” She looked at him, arranging her clothes.
“Spank me. Really? Is this your bucket list stuff? A fantasy?” Kabir raised a brow, controlling a smile.
“Maybe, yes. Maybe, not. Maybe I love it when you spank me and do all those dirty things to me.” Kyra spoke shyly.
“You’re turning me into a horny teenager.” Kabir sighed.
“You’re turning me into a nymphomaniac.” Kyra retorted.
“Maybe you were always one. I just brought out that trait in you,” Kabir winked, pulling her close and brushing his nose against her. “Wrap your work early. We will leave the office at 6 in the evening. We have plans.” With that parting instruction, he pressed a searing kiss on her ravaged lips and left the cabin.
As he returned to his cabin, he realised how much he desired her, and a warm feeling flooded his chest. He couldn’t control his intense emotions around her. It happened so quickly that he was sure he would be swallowed up in the emotional maelstrom, but maybe, he wouldn’t drown because Kyra would serve as his life jacket.
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“I’m seeing Kyra,” Kabir revealed to his brothers as they were having coffee in his cabin, waiting for their team to get their asses in the conference room.
Vaayu eyed him in silence. Adil looked horrified.
“Seeing her?” Adil spat angrily. “Are you saying you are interested in her?”
“I am saying I’m romantically involved with her,” Kabir stated.
“How can you? You can’t, bro. It’s… She’s twenty-two, for fuck’s sake,” Adil hissed.
“I’m not asking for your permission.” Kabir glared at Adil.
Adil dragged his hand over his face. “What are you doing, Bira? I thought…you know what. You should have worked this shit out of your system in college, man. Kyra is not some floozy, dammit...”
Kabir shook his head. “It’s not what you think, Adi—it’s different with her. And you know me. I don’t play the field like Vaayu.” Kabir tsked.
“Hey, don’t drag me into this shit. I’m a changed man now and have eyes only for my Soul.” Vaayu looked offended.
“No offence, V. But you both know what I mean. Was I into fucking random bimbos like you did? Hell, no.” Kabir’s gaze bore into Vaayu’s, and he faced Adil with a serious look. “Adi, I want you to see Kyra differently for a second and not like a kid or like Mira’s little sister. I want you to look at her like another girl I’m dating and try and understand what I’m saying. You have to respect her as her own person. You have to see her as someone I’m serious about.”
“You’re serious about Ky. Holy Shit!” Vaayu exclaimed.
Kabir clenched his jaw and stared into his coffee. He saw Kyra’s face swimming in front of his eyes. “I just wanted you both to know this before Mira did.”
“When did this happen?” Adil rubbed his face with his palms.
“When we were stuck in Shimla. She’s… She’s amazing. And I’m damn happy that the snowstorm struck when it did.”
Adil shook his head as he pinned him with a stern glare. “Fucking Hell. I don’t know what to say. But one thing is clear. I’m not happy with the turn of these events, Bira.”
“Well, not everything’s about your happiness, golden boy.” Kabir snapped.
“Adil-0, Kabir-1.” Vaayu remarked in glee.
