Page 97 of Reckless Hate

“How long have you known French?” she demanded.

He yawned and stretched and saw her eyes falling over his body. Her cheeks flushed with desire, but she dragged her eyes back to his face, determined to remain angry with him.

He smirked in amusement. “Long enough,” he replied. “I had a private tutor from Paris, and I took French as my second language in high school.”

Her eyes flashed with anger. “Connard!You let me think you didn’t understand!”

He grinned. He wasn’t lying when he said she was the hottest thing when she was angry. Her eyes shot sparks of anger, and her cheeks flushed. He liked poking her deliberately because of it. The rest of the time, she appeared too prim and too much in control. He was hard as hell and horny, but he continued to poke her.

“But it was so interesting to hear what you had to say to me without a filter,” he said.

Most of what she had said were French curse words which she often got innovative with. It was only recently and well after their deal began that he heard her say things about how she felt and that she was fighting what was between them.

“Shut up!” she snapped, her cheeks turning redder, this time because she was embarrassed about telling him she was finding it hard not to feel anything towards him.

Laughing, he held the back of her neck and dragged her close to kiss her. He felt her melting against him before she returned his kiss. He groaned. She tasted like sweet mints and desire.

Although he wanted to prolong the sweet kiss, he badly wanted to be inside her again. Three nights of separation felt like three decades. And even though he had taken her several times the night before, it wasn’t enough to sate him. Rolling her under him, he dragged away the long t-shirt she wore and threw it aside before spreading her legs.

His heart raced as need shot up to a fever pitch seeing her bare body. Hoping he didn’t hurt her, he cupped her face before sliding deep inside her. She was watching him, and her vivid colored brown eyes darkened and glittered in arousal, driving him crazy. Losing every bit of control, he drove into her like a madman.

Her passionate cries as she wrapped her hands and legs around him indicated she wanted him equally. They came together, and their bodies trembled hard as they held each other.

He didn’t know how long he stayed inside her, feeling entirely at peace. But he knew he was too heavy for her. With a groan, he rolled away. He wanted to stay longer, but he knew he had to leave before anyone spotted him. He didn’t want the fact that he and Samantha were together to go public yet. He wanted her to be comfortable with it.

“See you later, babe,” he said, slapping her curvy butt cheek before getting out of the bed.

“Asshole,” she muttered, rubbing her butt. But she watched him as he got dressed.

Grinning, he went to her and placed a loud, smacking kiss on her mouth before pulling away. Continuing to grin like a lunatic, he sneaked out of her balcony.

He went back to his housing unit.

He expected it to be empty with both his cousins visiting their lady loves. But he was surprised to see Abhi.

“You are back early,” he teased his cousin. “The way you were shooting out of our private jet and racing back to the campus, I assumed you and Ava would skip classes today.”

Abhi frowned. “Ava’s balcony door was locked. I didn’t want to disturb her.”

Samantha did lock her balcony a few times too, when she was pissed at him, but he had broken into her apartment through the main door after hacking into the security code. He wasn’t very proud of it, but at that time, he had been determined.

“Well, go to her now,” he suggested Abhi. “There’s still time for classes to begin.”

“She isn’t picking up her calls or answering my texts. She must have had a night shift at the hospital last night. We have a class together in a while. I’ll catch her there.”

Ved knew Avantika interned at the hospital through the Vaishnavi Program that was funded by his grandfather in memory of his late daughter.

Vaishnavi Simha had died nearly a decade ago. Until three days ago, everyone, including him and his cousins had thought their aunt died of a broken heart. It was one of the main reasons why Abhi had hated Avantika Patel in the beginning.

Ved was happy for his cousin that the source of conflict was gone even though it didn’t matter anymore. But unlike with Abhi and Ava, the source of conflict between him and Samantha remained the same. Ved clenched his fists when he recalled the events from three days ago when they had gone to attend his aunt’s death anniversary.

His grandfather acknowledged everyone except Ved’s father. The older man treated his son like an outcast because of what had happened in the past with Samantha’s mother. Ved knew his father had stopped defending himself after a while even though he was hurt.

Until a few months ago, Ved hated Samantha because he blamed her for everything. But he learned to let go of the past like his mother had asked him to a long time ago.

Shaking his head, he focused on the present.

“Rana isn’t back yet?” he asked.

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