Pleasure coiled within her as he finally lost control, pistoning hard and sure into her till she was gasping into his desk, her palm muffling her sobs. He drove into her with the wildness of a man intent on marking his territory, rapidly driving her up the peak before she hurtled off the cliff, letting a maelstrom of sensations devour her whole. Vihaan’s lips pressed into her neck, his rigid cock pulsating within her as he finally joined her in ecstasy, leaving her wondering how she’d ever continue disputing his claim.
She wasn’t his anymore.
Or was she?
29
An Unpleasant Meeting
Vera
When Vera walked outof Vihaan’s office ten minutes later, she could still feel him within her. He’d helped her straighten her appearance and was escorting her to their meeting. The entire time, instead of gloating that she’d given in to him, he’d worn a look of silent contemplation. She glanced beside her as he kept pace, wondering what was going through his mind. His eye caught hers, his mouth curving up softly under her scrutiny. The tender smile rather than his trademark smirk was more disarming than the orgasm he’d wrenched from her.
She had no clue how she’d gone from scolding him to begging him to fuck her in the course of a single conversation. She slid a surreptitious glance at the busy staff around them, wondering if anyone could tell what they’d been up to. Thankfully, everyone seemed engrossed in a busy workday. She drew in a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves as she stopped in front of the boardroom and reached for the door.
“Wait, let me,” Vihaan instructed, placing a hand on the low of her back. Despite his innocent touch, her stomach clenched in recognition, and she stilled, a heated flush rising on her skin when he leaned past her to click the door open. She raised her gaze to him, blushing at the look in his eyes.
“Finally, there you are!”
Their trance broken, both Vera and Vihaan turned towards the voice.
“Rahul?” Vihaan couldn’t hold back a frown when he saw his obnoxious cousin sitting inside the meeting room, at the head of the table, with one foot propped over his knee.
“Hey Cuz!” Rahul tipped his chin up, doing a double take when he noted her there. He stood up, walking towards them just as Vera and Vihaan approached the large conference table.
“Damn, is that you Vera?” Rahul asked, clearly not looking for an answer. His gaze traveled down her body and up at a languorous pace, his mouth curving in a pleased smirk. Vera tried to rein in her irritation with the way Rahul was cataloguing her, ogling as though he could see through her clothes. He licked his lips lasciviously, eyes lingering on her chest. Maybe Vihaan noticed this as well because the second his cousin reached a hand toward her, he stepped forward and placed himself between them.
Rahul startled, as if he’d just remembered that there was another man in the room.
“What are you doing here?” Vihaan asked, his tone giving away his impatience. “I was supposed to meet with your father to discuss the ad campaign for his textile brand.”
“Dad put me in charge of the brand launch. I have to do everything. Honestly, if I wasn’t around, his business would suffer,” Rahul boasted, shrugging in mock humility when he looked at Vera.
Vera knew she was capable of hiding her true opinion about the fool who was nattering about his greatness in front of her. She had an excellent poker face at work. But Vihaan knew her well enoughto read the minor twitch of her brow as she reeled in her disgust, causing him to snort out loud. She pinned him with a look, her cat eyes sharpening in irritation, blaming him silently for bringing upon her the torture of Rahul’s presence. He blinked innocently, as though denying any wrongdoing.
“Should we begin the meeting?” she asked, pointedly turning towards the laptop that had been set up for them.
Before Vihaan could agree, Rahul’s phone rang, an obnoxious ringtone, loud and jarring. Vihaan’s jaw flexed, and Vera knew that he abhorred the idea of having to deal with this jackass as much as she did.
Rahul answered the call, his features bordering on sulking as he grunted in response to whoever was on the other end of the line. He extended his phone towards Vihaan, his voice tight with annoyance. “Dad wants to talk to you,” he grumbled, clearly unhappy that his father was not giving him free rein over this project as he had declared.
Vera tried not to watch Vihaan as he stepped out of the room to speak privately with their client, wishing that he’d taken her with him. She determinedly focused on the screen in front of her, tapping open the presentation to ensure all the slides looked ok. Despite not having a very high opinion of Rahul, given his behaviour at school, Vera planned to be every bit the professional she always was.
“Do you remember me?” Rahul asked, coming to stand beside her. Vera suddenly realised how much better she’d felt when Vihaan had forced Rahul to keep his distance. She hated her personal space being breached, especially by someone she was never comfortable with. She shuffled the slightest bit away, just enough to give her breathing space without having it be perceived as an insult.
“I remember. How have you been?” she asked, mostly just to be polite.
“How do I look?”
Like a sunburnt Ken-doll who overdosed on steroids. The man’s neck looked like a tree trunk.
She smiled in a way she hoped passed for a compliment, but it didn’t matter. Rahul wasn’t really paying attention to her words. He pointed to the room around them, making an imaginary circle in the air. “I didn’t realise you worked here. With Vihaan.”
“I’ve been at Ethos for a few years,” she replied.
Rahul nodded in that slow exaggerated manner that always reminded her of old gossipy aunties who never believed anyone because it didn’t fit with the narrative they’d already set with their overactive imagination. “Having your old schoolmate as your boss. Must be awkward.”
“Not at all.”