Jasmine moistened her dry lips and began to shake her head. He smiled that sexy smile of his before closing the distance between them in two steps. His hands slipped around her waist and she felt his warm breath on her neck as his body pressed against hers.
"I want you," he murmured and his proximity, his touch, his hypnotic voice all invaded her senses at once, overpowering them. He smelled so good. She tried to speak but no words came out. She wanted him too. So much. She wanted him to touch her and kiss her like a man starved and she wanted to respond like an animal in heat. That was what he had done to her after only two meetings. But a small part of her brain remembered what she actually had to do and she found her voice.
"Alex is waiting for me," she said softly, overcome with desire but trying hard not to give in like some kind of wanton hussy.
"Mmm...Alex can wait," he whispered hotly in her ear. "This can't."
And then he kissed her. More like made love to her mouth with his. It was such a deep and sensual exploration and he took his time, biting her softly, teasing her with his tongue, tightening his hands on her waist till it hurt a little, and pressing his maleness against her in a totally possessive manner. She felt herself starting to lose control.
"Armaan...no...I have to..." She mumbled those words between his kisses, trying to remember what it was she had to do as he changed his teasing into something more demanding. He kissed her harder and a little more forcefully, trying to break what little resistance she was putting up.
Jasmine let out a soft moan and it seemed to trigger something in him. He groaned and broke the kiss to open a few of his shirt buttons before taking her small hands and placing them on the warm skin of his chest, guiding them down a little to rub against the muscles of his taut abdomen. She made a small hungry sound in return and his face grew darkly sensuous while his eyes clouded with lust for her.
His head bent to her neck and he ran his tongue slowly along her sensitive skin, biting and kissing in turn while one of his arms tightened around her, trapping her hands between them. The other hand of his travelled down her dress and then under it with practiced ease and deliberation.
Her eyes widened when she realised what he was about to do. She started breathing harder and heavier and his breathing patterns echoed hers but still he was calm in the way he touched her. Not impatient at all.
"Wait." She tried to protest. She couldn't let him do this to her. And here in the elevator of all places. "Stop. We shouldn't."
"Please," he whispered, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties and it made her want him even more. His need for her was such a turn-on but...
"No," she said weakly, grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further. "I...I can't...not like this."
"Just relax, Jasmine," he said quickly, bringing his lips back to hers. "Don't worry. Nobody's going to interrupt us, I promise."
That wasn't the point she was trying to make. It wasn't other people she was worried about. And instead of asking her what her reasons were and respecting her right to say no, he was trying to get her to submit. Any way he could.
"Get away from me," she told him in a much firmer tone this time.
"For God's sake, come on," he snapped at her then, looking annoyed. "What is it with girls pretending to be innocent these days when they clearly just want to be fucked hard? Why can't you just be up front about it? I'm not going to judge you. I happen to like whores."
Her mouth fell open in shock at his words and his attitude. For a moment, she didn't even know what to say. But her palms did itch unbearably and when it collided with his cheek a second later, the sound of the slap left her deeply satisfied.
Armaan appeared stunned as well as his hand came up to rub at the spot where a reddish hue had started to form. She clenched her jaw and shoved him away from her before straightening her clothes, a little shaken by the encounter.
Men such as him deserved a thousand slaps like that but unfortunately, her palm was already stinging from just that one blow. She ignored him as he finally recovered from his shock and went about the motions of getting them out of the elevator. Not once did he apologise for his behaviour. Not once did he look back at her to make sure she was okay. Jasmine was glad to see the back of him when they were finally out of there.
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Black Sheep from Her Past
4
No woman had ever looked at him that way in his entire life. As though she was disgusted by him. He'd been slapped before but never because a girl didn't want him to continue doing things to her. On the contrary...
But this slap had hurt... Not physically but...deep down in some corner of his heart, it had hurt that she'd reacted like that and now regarded him as some kind of monster. Maybe he was.
He hadn't meant to upset her. And he certainly hadn't counted on her saying no to him because nobody ever had. She'd wanted him. So why had she tried to stop something so natural from happening? Something that would've brought both of them such exquisite pleasure. Armaan studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror of his suite and frowned in irritation.
Sometimes he lost his temper and ended up behaving badly. He hadn't meant to insult her with
