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He didn’t come right away. She knew he was most likely finishing up his drink.
But soon, her heart began thudding harder when she heard the soft footsteps. The bedroom door opened, and when he came into the room, his eyes flashed sweeping over her body.
Her cheeks heated knowing the hardened tips of her breasts could be seen through the thin silk nightdress with no undergarments. He stood near the door watching her face broodily.
With her heart thudding like a drum, she stood up and slowly went to him this time. She stopped in front of him, and then she pulled his head down towards hers and kissed him.
He tasted faintly of whiskey and cinnamon cake, which was addicting.
Their breathing sped up as the kiss turned passionate when his tongue invaded her mouth. She gasped when he picked her up and then carried her to the bed before dropping her on it.
Her heart raced and she became nearly breathless with anticipation.
She reached out to him, but he held her hands and placed them on top of her head. The next few moments were a blur of passion. He got rid of her clothes, and then his heated mouth was everywhere. On her throat, her breasts, her quivering stomach and then between her legs, driving her crazy until she exploded. He moved up and kissed her until she tasted herself along with the whiskey and cinnamon flavor. And then, he rolled away from her and went to sleep.
She was too stunned. Even as she tried to catch her breath, and her body was limp with satisfaction, her heart ached with confusion.
Why is he doing this? Why is he not finishing the act? Doesn’t he want me?
Slowly, she came to the realization. The jerk was deliberately torturing her.
CHAPTER 12
I hate him.
“Let me show you our haute couture collection, madam.”
Sitara was at one of the cruise boutiques. There were nearly forty stores on the cruise ship, but she hadn’t explored any of them until then. Although she didn’t need anything since Preethi had packed enough to last the entire cruise, she wanted to get out of the cabin suite. And the reason was the bossy jerk standing next to her.
“And what about you, sir? We have an excellent men’s wear collection.”
“Yes, my husband would love to see the collection. It’s our anniversary tomorrow night, and he needs a special suit for our dinner.”
She hoped that would make Aarav go away to try on clothes while she could spend time in peace dissecting her thoughts on why he was tormenting her badly.
She had woken up to his touch and kisses that morning, and before she could understand, she was screaming her release with his mouth between her legs. And by the time she had gathered her senses, he had left the room, barking out orders to prepare for the day.
Jerk.
“Actually, I’d like to be there when my wife is trying out clothes,” he drawled.
Her cheeks heated and she threw him a glare. He only looked amused.
“Sure, sir. Let’s finish with madam first.”
Feeling annoyed, Sitara followed the saleswoman inside while the bossy jerk tagged along. The woman began to display the clothes.
“This dress was featured in the Paris fashion week…”
Even as she kept her eyes on the clothes the woman displayed, Sitara’s mind began to wander.
Why is he torturing me?
Doesn’t he want me like I want him?
Then why did he agree to the deal?
She knew he was attracted to her because she had seen him watching her hungrily. She recognized that look on his face because it always led to their passionate lovemaking.
