Chapter 143 

Chapter 143 

I shrugged my arm free from his grasp and pushed him. “Oh really?” I snapped, my voice rising with each syllable. “Where was this attitude when you were holding Rubina’s hand like you guys were the world’s best couple? don’t tell me…” My lips curled into something cold, bitter. “Hypocrisy is your new middle name now?” 

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His jaw twitched, but he didn’t react the way I expected. No sharp denial. No apology. Just a squint in his eyes and an almost amused expression. 

“Wait a minute,” he said slowly, like the pieces were falling into place. “Is that what this is all about?” His brows arched. “That’s why you were shoulder- bumping her the whole time?” 

I folded my arms, trying to stand my ground–but even I could hear the flimsiness 

“You’re jealous,” he accused, half a breath from grinning. 

“I am not jealous. I…” I faltered, my face heating. “I just shoulder bumped her… thrice. And the first one was purely an accident,” I muttered under my breath, eyes darting anywhere but his face. 

I heard him smirk. 

And God, I hated that sound. 

“Gosh, you are so cute,” he murmured, voice dipped in that maddening mix of mockery and fondness that made my insides somersault. 

“But you’re not,” I snapped back before he could get another word in. “How about I go and hug Jackson so I can also get the liberty of seeing your cuteness, huh?” 

I spun on my heel and approached the door, brushing past him with purpose. But before I could take more than a couple of steps, his hand caught my arm again–same bicep, same hold–but this time, there was something different in his touch. 

Something that made every nerve in my body stand at attention. 

“I came here to apologize to you,” he said, low and dark, his voice strangely calm but burning at the edges. “But… you’re acting like you deserve a punishment more than an apology.” 

He pulled me back, turning me until we were face to face again. We were so close I could feel his breath and smell the danger in it. 

“Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, voice rough and sultry enough to raise the temperature in the room. 

My eyes widened. “What-” 

“I said,” he repeated, stepping even closer, his tone a warning wrapped in fire, “get 

con your hands and knees.” 

My breath caught. 

Goosebumps erupted over my skin like I’d been plunged into ice. But it wasn’t fear that did it–it was him. His voice. His command. The sheer audacity. 

I lifted my chin slowly, staring him down. “In your dreams,” I hissed, proud of the venom in 

His smirk returned. Damn that smirk. 

my voice even as my body betrayed me with its heat. 

“I like it when you lift your chin like that,” he murmured, tilting his head just enough to make my stomach flutter. Then, with no more warning than the twitch of his fingers on my chin, he kissed me. 

Hard. 

Rough. 

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Explosive 

My mind blanked. My hands gripped his shirt. My entire world narrowed to the pressure of his lips, the heat, the taste, the wild chaos of wanting kimi ve still not wanting to show it. 

Oh I loved it and hated it at the same time. 

Both–his kiss and his damn smirk. 

He pulled back, lips brushing against mine as he whispered, “Now get on your hands and knees.” 

That’s not fair. 

He used the kiss to turn me on. To weaken me. To blur my lines. 

He practically cheated. 

“Fuck you,” I hissed, trembling from the storm he had stirred in me. 

“Nah, nah, Introvert,” he murmured, voice like smoke and thunder. Before I could react, he twisted me around with swift precision. One moment I was standing, and the next–his knee pressed into the back of mine, forcing me down. The carpet met my palms, soft and scratchy all at once. My breath hitched in shock as I realized the position I’d landed in. “That’s my line,” he continued, his voice thick, heated, curling into my ear like a forbidden promise. “Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you–fuck you until you beg for mercy.” 

My heart thundered in my chest like it wanted out. The room felt too quiet, too hot, and far too dangerous. 

I twisted beneath his grip–not quite resisting, but not surrendering either. 

His one hand locked my wrists together behind my lower back in a steel grip while the other hand slid down the length of my spine, slow and firm, until his fingers brushed the knot of my bikini top. 

He leaned closer, his breath warm against the bare skin of my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. His voice dropped low–rough, almost a growl. “I would’ve untied this like a gentleman… but I can’t be a gentleman and á punisher at the same time.” 

Before I could even process the words, his hand gripped the string of my bikini top. With a sudden, fierce tug, the delicate thread snapped and the fabric slipped free, falling silently to the floor, leaving me exposed. 

A sharp rush of cold air brushed across my skin, but I wasn’t sure if it was the chilled air or him that made my nipples go rock hard. 

His hand then slipped down to my hips, and tugged the strings of my bikini bottom as well, making it fall to the floor with almost graceful cruelty. 

RIP my first–ever bikini. 

But Kaiden didn’t even pause for a second to mourn for it. 

His fingers slid between my legs, warm and commanding, pressing against my swollen clit with firm, rhythmic strokes that stole my breath away. 

Before I could catch my breath, one finger pushed inside me, the slick heat of my wetness welcoming him without resistance. I was so wet I didn’t feel any friction even when he was knuckles deep in me. You should give a shot to Hollywood,” he teased, voice low and mocking. “You act so well. If it wasn’t for how soaking wet you are, I might’ve almost believed that you actually weren’t enjoying this.” 

“If I go to Hollywood…” I bit back a breath, curling my hand into a fist until my nails dug into my palm. “I might need to do… oh God, rom… rom… romantic scenes with my co–star,” I teased, my voice trembling between shaky moans. “Are you… are you ready… ready to watch me… watch me… do 

that?” 

His breath hitched, he curled his finger and hit my most sensitive spot, eliciting another moan, before he slowly dragged it out and shoved it back in. “Yes,” With a voice thick with desire, he growled. “Because I will be that co–star.” 

Before I could react, he released my wrists, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my head back until his mouth was practically against my ear. 

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There won’t be any universe or script where you’re paired with anyone who’s not me,” he whispered–his words a promise, a claim, a vaming we 

in heat. 

My response died on my tongue the moment he thrust another finger inside me. 

In, Out. In, Out. 

Faster and faster, each stroke driving deeper, sending that familiar, delicious tension spiraling toward a breaking point. 

Ofgasm was polin at the base of my spine. The ther 

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I higher, but then, suddenly–he yanked his hands away. 

No! 

The sharp absence left me trembling and unmoored. My body slumped forward without his support, and frustration burst free in a small, strangled 

scream. 

I twisted my head around, eyes blazing with fury, ready to curse him- 

“Yeah, you guessed it right,” he smirked, voice dark and victorious. “That’s your punishment.” 

Fucking bastard! 

To be continued…