28. Claim
28
Claim
Vera
“ R eport me,” Vihaan said once more, without a waver in his voice. The air shifted, charged, neither daring to look away and accept defeat in this unspoken challenge.
“You don’t mean that,” Vera whispered.
“Don’t I? I’ve left a trail of messages you could use against me. You could’ve destroyed my image by revealing the things I’ve said to you—I can think of ten gossip rags who’d pay you an obscene amount of money for something like that. I’ve given you every opportunity to follow through on your hate for me, and you haven’t taken it. Why?”
Her inability to answer him frustrated her.
“I feel it too,” he confessed, reading her conundrum as though it was his. “This thing between us that comes alive when we’re together? I don’t understand it either. It is maddening, and illogical. ”
Transfixed by her, he dragged the tips of his fingers down one cheek, trailing it lower, down the center of her body, between her breasts, sliding it along her satin blouse before resting it at the dip on her waist. Vera’s mouth fell open while she tried to remember how to breathe, every gentle caress leaving a trail of infernal heat in its wake, the firmness of his hand branding her through her clothes.
When she finally spoke again, her voice was rough, like she’d been smoking for years. “What do you propose we do?”
“Stop thinking,” he advised, looking no less troubled. “Stop fighting me. Stop trying to make sense of why we keep gravitating towards each other. Keep my flowers on your table, drink my coffee, eat the damn food I send to you. Once some fuckers finally get a clue that you aren’t available, I might be more amenable to reducing the frequency to something you can live with.”
“F—frequency?” she stammered, feeling oddly bereft that his hand fell away. “Is this a negotiation for how many gifts you can give me or how often we’ll be sleeping with each other?”
“Both.”
“Are you trying to stake a claim on me?”
“You finally noticed,” he muttered. “I don’t share, Princess. Not the things that belong to me.”
“Stop this barbaric bullshit,” she scolded, pushing away from the wall to brush past him. “I am not a thing. ”
“I stand corrected.”
“And I don’t belong to you.”
“Wrong.”
With a speed that left her breathless, Vihaan caught her arm and drew her closer, trapping her between the desk and him.
“Are you crazy?” she squeaked, when he lifted her easily, setting her onto the smooth tabletop instead of letting her leave. His free hand slipped about her nape, holding her captive while he dipped his head toward her. Rough lips met her chin, drawing lower to trace her delicate skin.
“The door,” she eked out, her pulse pounding where his mouth settled.
“Locked.”
“But—”
“Tell me to stop,” he said, sounding like it had exhausted him to pause kissing her long enough to give her an out. She should have heeded his reminder, but for over a month, she’d been denying the desire that flared between them. When she’d wavered, his friends had unwittingly interrupted them, but Kaya and Aditi’s comments had burrowed their way into her psyche, embedding little nuggets that seemed to have increased the magnetic pull between Vihaan and her.
Somehow, it seemed like the only way to relieve them both of this wretched mix of want and confusion was to give in to the demands of their bodies as many times as required until their world righted itself.
“Vera,” he moaned softly when her fingers found their way into his hair, her nails scratching his scalp. Vihaan ran his nose along her collarbone, dragging it up and along the side of her neck in a move so sensual, it had her wanting to purr and rub against him.
Just one more minute and I’ll stop. Just a few more moments.
“You smell like you’re mine,” he murmured, his mouth pressing against the pounding pulse at her throat, causing her to clutch his bicep. “Sandalwood, even after all this time.”
Nibbling his way up her jaw, he flicked his tongue back and forth against her dewy skin. His grip on her hair tightened, tilting her head back just as he suckled her, his teeth trapping her tendon when he bit down lightly. A husky sound escaped her unwittingly, and she felt him hum against her in satisfaction, his tongue soothing away the sting with tiny, wet flicks.
“When you moan,” he said, dragging one large palm down her back and along her hip before slipping under her skirt, “you sound like you’re mine. ”
Molten heat pooled at her core, her body vibrating like a tuning fork attuned to a frequency only Vihaan seemed to recognise. Their faces were barely inches apart, their ragged breaths heating the air between them. Vera bit down on her lower lip, trying to stop herself from whimpering when sure fingers trailed up her thigh, pushing her legs apart so that he could reach what he sought. He pressed his thumb against her core, massaging it in tight circles that made her dampen with need.
“This,” he murmured against the side of her lips. “So soft and wet and needy. Feels like mine.”
She felt bewitched by him, unable to speak, unable to think. His gaze held hers, watching for any signs of refusal while his finger trailed the edge of her panty, tugging it out of the way. Vera’s mouth fell open in a shuddering gasp when he dragged his knuckles along her slit, sliding one thick finger into her ready warmth, thrusting in and out in a languid caress that had her going slick against his hand.
She watched as he drew his arm out from under her skirt, bringing his glistening fingers up and sucking it into his mouth, savouring it so audaciously that she blushed. The feral pleasure in his eyes when he tasted her had her feeling faint, the ache within her demanding his brand of medicine.
“You taste like mine. Spicy and addicting,” he rasped, as much at the mercy of this moment as she was.
His hands squeezed and stroked her supple body, nimble fingers pushing her blouse up to reveal her cotton-clad breasts. Vera floundered for purchase, reaching beside her to clutch the edge of his desk when Vihaan’s head lowered. He impatiently pulled her bra cup down, his hot mouth latching onto her nipple without delay. She squirmed, every tug of his lips against her aroused peak sending a bolt of desire rushing down her spine. His tongue flicked over her puckered bud, pulling, licking and biting till she was breathing hard, her mind lost to the pleasures he seemed intent on delivering to her. The barely-there brush against her throbbing clit caused her to jerk and she waited eagerly for Vihaan to touch her again. Still, he did no more than pet her in a manner so gentle, she was certain he was doing it to punish her.
“Vihaan, please!”
“Please what?” he asked, deliberately scraping his nail along the outside of her pussy, getting close but not touching her where she wanted him to. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No, make me come, I. . . I need to come.”
To her surprise, his touch receded, and he sat back in his chair.
“W—what are you doing?” she asked, shocked. “I just gave you consent.”
“I know.” His gaze was searing, making her wonder if she looked as needy as she felt. “But if you’re going to come, it’ll be on my cock or nothing at all.”
“Fucking tease,” she cursed breathlessly, her body thrumming, aching for release. She could see his erection straining against the front of his slacks, clearly not unaffected. The memory of him pounding into her only made it that much harder for her to tell him to go fuck himself. The sad truth was she’d rather he fucked her.
“You can always choose your vibrator,” Vihaan suggested, daring her to walk away from him. “But if you want an orgasm from me, you’re going to have to ask for my cock. Make your choice, Vera.”
“Fine,” she bit out, glowering at him for reducing her to begging.
“Say the words. I won’t have you denying later that you asked for it.”
“M—make me come.”
“How?”
She released a shuddering breath, knowing her next words would mark a point of no return.
“Make me come on your cock.”
The dark victory that flashed across his features had her feeling like she’d waded into dangerous waters without a lifejacket .
“Stand up,” he ordered, helping her to her feet. “Turn around and bend over.”
Her knees shook but she did as he asked, leaning over the glass surface to rest her weight on her forearms. Her blurry reflection stared back at her, her skin flushing in anticipation of being taken from behind. Rough hands swept up the backs of her thighs, bunching her skirt around her hips before sliding her panties off all the way. When she glanced back, it was to see him pocketing her underwear with an unapologetic smirk.
“Spread your pussy open and show me how wet you are for me.”
The devil had taken her brains because despite the fight for control between them, Vera could not stop herself from following every one of his instructions. The more explicit he got, the more she wanted it. She reached between her legs, sliding two fingers over her labia. Spreading them in a V, she exposed herself for his gaze. When his low moan reached her ears, it annihilated any remnant doubts she had about putting herself on display. There was an inherent freedom in being able to bring Vihaan to his knees without even touching him, in being able to wrench back power in a moment when she shouldn’t have had any.
Emboldened by this knowledge, she slowly dipped her finger in, sliding it halfway before drawing it out. She hummed enticingly, glancing back to see his attention riveted between her legs. Her hand moved in a slow rhythm that held him in its thrall, the stark hunger on his face driving her own desire higher.
“Are you only going to watch or do you plan to join me?” she prompted, causing him to let out a wolfish chuckle.
“All that sass doesn’t hide the fact that you want my cock inside you,” he said, pushing his pants down and releasing his stiff length, his head glistening with pre-cum. He slid his condom on while standing behind her, pumping himself before reaching around to slap her clit, drawing a needy whimper from her. The tip of his crown nudged her opening, teasing her till she was rocking back on her heels, trying to take more of him with each move.
She felt him squeeze the firm flesh of her ass before sliding one hand up her spine. Gripping her waist on one side, he wrapped her hair around his free fist and tugged her head back just as he pushed all the way in. Her back arched as he stretched her, keening softly when he withdrew himself, leaving her feeling unbearably hollow. Vihaan slid back into her as he smacked her ass, each thrust driving her forward, dragging the tips of her nipples against the cold glass surface.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look, taking every inch of me while bent over my desk? When you try to tell yourself that you don’t belong to me, remember this.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Moment.” Thrust.
Wildfire blazed through her, her nails scratching at his desk as he filled her to the hilt, leaving no space within her that he couldn’t mark as his.
“You fuck well,” she moaned, unwilling to concede any quarter in their ever-present struggle for dominance. “Doesn’t mean I’m yours. Just means I like your cock.”
The hold on her hair tightened as he bent forward, biting her shoulder in punishment. The cadence of his hips slapping against her buttocks was almost too much, and her knees weakened.
“Tell yourself every lie in the world, Princess. Doesn’t change a damn thing. You’ve always been mine, and until I’m ready to let you go, that will not change.” Her insides clenched harder at his words, involuntarily reacting to the possessiveness in his tone.
Vihaan groaned in her ear, “Minx. Stop doing that or I’ll come before you, and that’s not acceptable.”
“Guess you can’t last as long as I thought you could,” she taunted him, whimpering when he pistoned into her hard and fast, the head of his crown knocking against the spot that sent electricity coursing through her veins, the edges of her vision beginning to blur .
“You were saying?” he teased, giving her no break to catch a breath.
His phone rang, startling them both. When she made an attempt to move, she found herself pinned harder against the edge of the desk, their bodies still joined.
“Vihaan, the ph—”
“Shh,” he silenced her, pressing play on the speaker. “Go ahead, Laila,” he said, pulling out halfway before sliding into Vera slowly, letting her feel every ridge and flex of his cock in a titillating dance that suddenly took on a layer of taboo.
“Sir, we have your 2:30 meeting here. Mr. Gill is asking for you.”
Vera bit her lip when he thumbed her nipple, flicking and rolling it between his fingers till her head lolled back against his hard shoulder. Her body tightened with every gyrating movement of his hip, reveling in the wantonness of being fucked while they could get caught. She reached behind her, driving her fingers into his hair while he continued to tease her, his palm curving over her throat in warning before he answered Laila.
“Show him to the boardroom. I’m finishing up an important discussion.” His voice was so calm, no one would know that he was balls deep inside a woman.
“Will do, sir.”
Vihaan reached over and ripped out the cord connecting his landline before resuming his grip on her hip. “There. No more interruptions.”
“Wh—why even pick up?” she mumbled, pressing her ass into his groin when he cupped her from the front, sure fingers stroking her till she was quivering.
“People saw you come into my office. Door closed,” he panted, smacking her clit in a way that got her body ready to orgasm. “Now they know we’re talking. They don’t have to know that you’re getting your greedy little pussy spanked while it chokes my cock. ”
Her walls clenched around him, reacting like she’d touched a livewire. Her body undulated against his while his fingers wreaked sweet torture upon her, landing a love tap that had her swallowing a sharp scream.
“You like that, don’t you?’ he rumbled. “My voice in your ear, my hands on your body and my cock stretching your tight cunt?”
Vera moaned, unable to deny his words when her body bore evidence to them.
“You have a filthy mouth,” she breathily rasped.
“And you’re my filthy girl who’s going to come because of it.”
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?