Caught off guard by her anger, he gaped at her. “You’re misunderstanding me.”
“No, I misunderstood you just once a long fucking time ago and I paid the price. I know exactly what you are, Vihaan Oberoi!” she exclaimed, slapping his body once more. He took a few steps back as she stalked him between two rows of shelves filled with musty files and books. Poking a finger in his chest, she angrily rebuked him, “You’re still an insufferable little shithead.”
Another shove.
“A bully through and through.”
A slap against his chest.
“But I am not afraid of you!”
She raised her hands to push him yet again, except this time, he was prepared. His fingers gripped her wrists like manacles, holding tight when she tried to jerk back.
She raised her knee, intending to stomp on his foot when he pulled her into him, twisting both her arms behind her back. She squirmed and writhed, trying to free herself unsuccessfully.
“Will you just fucking listen, for once?!” he growled, trying to explain himself again. However, Vera was far too agitated to listen to reason. The fact that she was being detained against her will had her fighting his hold like a wild cat, her hair slipping open from its precarious knot.
“Vera, stop!” he ordered, grabbing her jaw to bring her face towards his.
“Let me go!” she snarled. The locks of hair whipping across her face did not hide her baleful gaze, leaving no doubts about her feelings for him. “I hate you!”
Multiple weeks worth of frustrations crashed upon him, the ignominy of being treated like he was a villain when he’d been trying to help finally eroding his control. His hold grew tighter as he drew her closer, her breasts crushed against his solid chest.
“Fuck you,” he hissed. “I hate you, too!”
The air thrummed with palpable tension between them as they glared at each other, their faces mere inches apart. The smell of dustnow mingled with the mild scent of her soap, the pleasant musk of sandalwood making his body recall memories of a shared past. Her chest heaved, her mouth parting to take a breath, drawing his attention to them. Before either knew it, their lips crashed against each other, locked in a fight for dominance. Vera bit down on his mouth, her fear and fury channelled into their rough kiss. The pain seemed to spur Vihaan into action. Her back hit metal and wood with a thump, his arms encircling her waist like a vise. Files and paper flew off the shelves beside them, clattering to the ground near their feet. Neither paid any heed to the mess they were creating, both far too engrossed in their private battle.
His hand slid into her hair, tightening around the roots of her scalp, making her gasp at the sting. Sensing the opportunity, Vihaan slid his tongue into her mouth, swiping into her warmth with an aggression that was meant to show he was in control, groaning when instead of giving him submission, she suckled him. His body pushed against hers, trapping her against cold steel, his erection pressing into her lower belly. One large palm curved under her knee, hooking her leg over his hip. Her skirt rode up to expose the tops of her thighs, the air doing nothing to cool the skin that heated under his touch. He rocked into her, right against her throbbing core, drinking in her moans, relishing the desperate clawing of her fingers as they dug into his back.
Vera was no less in the grips of passion than him, because she arched and rubbed against him, her siren song deafening him to the rest of the world. Craving the sensation of her skin, his fingers glided towards the juncture between her legs, searching for her heat. His thumb pressed up and down into the slit of her damp panties, sliding under the edge without delay. He slipped a thick finger into her core, greedily using her slickness to push farther into her. She let out an involuntary moan against his lips and the deep, lusty rumble drowned out the clicking of his belt being unbuckled and the urgent unzipping of his pants.
She tilted her hips, seeking friction, undulating against him when he responded by pressing down in a place that made her whimper in need. His lips burned a path down her chin, skirting upwards along the delicate line of her jaw, till he reached the soft hollow behind her ear. He drew the sensitive skin into his mouth, just as he slid the wide head of his cock along her wet lips, settling right against her opening. Without hesitation, he thrust up, claiming her in one go. Vera cried out, writhing as her body stretched around him, slowly succumbing to the intensity of being filled to the hilt. Before her body could fully accommodate him, he pulled out, pulsing back in immediately, deeper and harder than before.
Again and again, Vihaan plunged himself into her tight body, channeling his anger into deriving pleasure from her instead. Unable to help himself, his large hands found their way under her skirt to paw at her pert ass, kneading her cheeks, grabbing them hard enough that there would be finger marks on them later. He lifted her onto him, forcing her to wrap both her legs around his hips, causing one heel to slip off her foot and clatter onto the tiled floor. The shaking of the bookcase behind her didn’t make him pause or reconsider the aggression with which he was fucking her. The likelihood that the edges of the shelves were cutting into her back through the thin blouse she wore was high, but Vera hadn’t bothered to complain and Vihaan had no intentions to stop and ask. He wanted to banish every other feeling except the sensation of his cock filling her, forming a connection that she couldn’t deny.
Vera didn’t oppose, holding onto the shelf above her with one hand, and his shoulder with the other. She threw her head back into the hard pillow of folders behind her, unable to stop the lustful sounds he loved from climbing up her throat and escaping. Every hard thrust had her scrunching her eyes shut, the head of his cock repeatedly tapping against that spot within her that he knew would have her curling her toes. Hernails dug into his firm muscle when his movements turned more erratic, her inner walls clenching harder,trying to hold him in. Her whimpers turned louder, melding with his groans, both far too swept away in the moment to utter sensible words anymore. Kisses turned into bites, tongues swiping against the other, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh filling the dull room around them until Vera went taut, crying out as she finally hit her peak.
Vihaan couldn’t help but groan Vera’s name as pleasure rushed up his spine, right to the base of his skull, numbing him to everything except the feel of her pussy spasming and pulsing around his cock. Her lithe body trembled against him in the aftermath of a searing climax, her release slicking over him. He pumped into her in a frenzy a few more times, sharing her orgasm before emptying himself within her.
Their chests heaved against each other, both trying to recover from their explosive interlude. As their blood cooled and realisation set in, Vihaan felt Vera’s grip on his bicep loosen. Her shoe-less foot slid down the back of his pant-clad leg in a bid for stability. Slowly, he raised his head from the crook of her neck, staring at her like she’d enticed him into opening Pandora’s box. Now that he was coming down from the high of an orgasm, he had no idea how to explain what had led to. . . well. . . this. For fuck’s sake, his cock was still inside her. He could still feel the ebbing flutters in her pussy. The scent of their combined release permeated the space between them, sharp and unique despite the smell of dust and old pages around them.
He slipped out of her slowly, stepping back, his words dying on his lips when he saw the glistening trail of cum sliding down the inside of her thigh before her skirt fell into place, blocking his view. He could do nothing but watch as Vera silently adjusted her dishevelled appearance, her face wiped clean of any expression that would indicate her thoughts. She shot him a sideways glance, instantly turning away as if scalded. Nose scrunched, he looked down, only then realising that his semi-hard dick was still hangingout of his pants. He’d fucked the living daylight out of her while fully clothed. The idea alone made his cock twitch again. He gritted his teeth as he tucked himself in, zipping up carefully. He spotted a tissue box near an old computer that Vera could use to clean up. At least that would buy him some time to figure out what to say. Before he’d even finished the thought, he heard the click of her heel as she walked away from him.
“Vera, wait.”
She stilled, her shoulders stiffening visibly. He stared at the back of her head, torn between letting her go and saying something to make sense of what had occurred. Didn’t she want to talk about it? When she remained silent, facing away from him, he cleared his throat.
“That was—”
“Nothing,” she whispered.
He stopped breathing.
“It was nothing I haven’t done before.” Vera strode out the door, leaving him with words that had him wondering for the first time if he wasn’t the only one who remembered their past with a clarity that was excruciating.
And if perhaps, he wasn’t the only one tormented by it.
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