RIVAN apologies and bathroom romance #6
Devyani didn't care about the shouts from the corridor.
With a sudden burst of confidence, she took a step forward, plant her hands firmly against Rivan's broad chest, and pushed him backward until his spine met the cold tiled wall of the bathroom.
He didn't resist. He just stood there, his breath catching in his throat as he took her in.
She was completely breathtaking. Her skin glistened under the warm bathroom lights, covered in shimmering droplets of water that made her look absolutely radiant.
Her long, wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, framing her face in a way that made Rivan groan internally, his usual iron-clad composure instantly turning to ash.
Rivan gulped, his dark eyes tracking a stray drop of water as it traced down her collarbone.
Devyani was smirking, a dangerous, intoxicating spark in her eyes, looking exactly like a predator who had finally cornered her prey.
"What happened, kitten?" Rivan asked, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly rasp as he tried to regain control of the situation.
"Lost your mind?"
Devyani leaned in closer, the warm, floral scent of her soap filling his senses. She tilted her head, her lips brushing lightly against his jawline as she whispered right into his ear.
"You think you're the only one who knows how to play dirty, Mr. Thakur?" she murmured, her voice dripping with soft, sinful confidence.
"If you don't shut up and take off that shirt right now, I'll make sure we miss this flight entirely. And trust me... papa will know exactly why we were delayed."
Rivan's eyes widened to the size of saucers.
For a man who regularly dealt with international cartels and high-stakes shootouts without batting an eye, a sudden, genuine spike of panic shot straight through his chest.
It wasn't the bold threat of what she would do to him that terrified him he would gladly welcome that.
It was the absolute, horrific mental image of Virendra Thakur.
"Devyani, waita??" Rivan stammered, his hands instantly coming up to gently grasp her waist, trying to create just a fraction of distance before his father decided to break the door down. "Are you insane? Papa is literally outside!"
Devyani just laughed, a rich, wicked sound, thoroughly enjoying the rare and glorious sight of the all-powerful Rivan Thakur looking legitimately terrified.
A slow, highly amused rumble vibrated deep in Rivan's chest. Even though his mind was violently calculating the exact timeline of his father's impending impatience out in the hallway, the challenge in Devyani's eyes was simply too good to pass up.
He gave in.
With agonizing slowness, discarding it onto the vanity counter with a smooth, effortless grace that showed off every ripple of his broad shoulders.
A silent, wicked giggle echoed in his mind. Two can play this game, kitten.
Devyani's smirk only widened as her eyes raked over the sudden expanse of bare skin. She slowly licked her lips, her gaze completely unapologetic as she stepped even closer, effectively sealing the tiny distance left between them.
She leaned her weight forward, caging him securely against the cold tiled wall with her wet, glistening body.
The sheer contrast of her cool, damp skin against his radiating warmth made the air in the steamy bathroom instantly turn thick.
Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her hand. Her slender, warm fingertips made contact with the sharp definition of his abs, tracing the hard lines with a feather-light touch.
The unexpected contact sent an immediate, involuntary shiver straight up Rivan's spine.
His breath hitched sharply, his hands automatically coming up to grip the edge of the marble counter behind him to keep his composure from completely shattering right then and there.
Devyani leaned down slightly, her wet hair cascading over his chest like a dark waterfall. Without warning, she pressed her lips against his skin, tracing a slow, intoxicating path along the hard contours of his abs.
Rivan let out a low, ragged groan, his head snapping back against the tiled wall. The sheer heat of her touch in the cool, steamy room sent a jolt straight to his nervous system.
She inhaled deeply against his skin, a soft, breathless sound escaping her. "Ummmm... I missed this so much," she murmured, her voice laced with pure, sinful satisfaction.
Rivan blindly shook his head, his hands gripping the edge of the marble counter so tightly his knuckles turned white.
This girl and her absolute obsession with my abs, he thought frantically, his mind spinning into chaos. I am hanging onto the very last thread of my patience, and she is testing me so cutely it's criminal.
"Ahhhhh..." A soft, involuntary moan tore from his throat before he could stop it. "Kitten... stop..."
But Devyani wasn't listening. She was entirely in her own world, completely busy tracing every sharp line of his torso, leaving a trail of fire in her wake and pushing the feared underworld kingpin to his absolute limits.
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