AUTHOR'S POV—

"Raivaan, please..." Aadhya's voice was barely a whisper, trapped between a gasp and a plea.

He was close-too close. The scent of whiskey and sin clung to him, to her, to the air between them.

"Is that what you tell him?" His voice was silk and steel, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. "When he touches you? When he fucks you?"

She flinched at the crude words, but he saw it-the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers curled into fists at her sides. The way she didn't move away.

Raivaan's smirk was lethal. "I don't believe you, Aadhya." His lips ghosted over her jaw, his breath warm against her skin. "Because the moment I take you again-your body will prove everything your lips deny."

"Stop," she whispered, her voice cracking.

But he only smiled. "You don't want me to."

And the worst part?

He was right.