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Chapter 23

Disha's POV

"Vihaan wait" I say.

"No I can't wait baby. I have been waiting for years". I am been pushed on the wall of his floor.

"Damn I love your lips" he attacks my lips. I start kissing him back with the same ferocity. I really love this man. I don't know what is waiting for me in the future but I want him to be in it. I want him to be in every part of my life.

"Jump buttercup" he says in the midst of kissing me. And I obey. And as soon as I folded my legs on his torso my eyes bulges out. And the bubble which I was in gets bursted out. Is it the thing which I think it is.

Seeing my expression vihaan gives me a smirk. Oh my god I can't do this. I push him away and stand some distance away from him.

"What happened buttercup?" He has a confused look on his face.

I shake my head. "I-I can't do this". I am terrified. I know at some point I have to do it but I am not ready yet. I know it will be paining.

"What you can't do baby?" Is he making fun of me. This dumb vihaan. He knows what I am talking about. I shouldn't have come with him. I should have just listened to daddy.

I send my most deadly glare at him and turn around to make my way to lift. Stairs will take much time and I want to reach home fast.

"Ok ok I am sorry......" he stops me by my hands he gives me his puppy eyes. Aw my boyfriend is so cute ".......But it's not my fault that I got a you know. I just wanted a kiss and......and you shouldn't have seduced me" he completes with a proud look.

"Then you shouldn't have bought me here" I retort back with the same proud look.

"You are so cute......" he pulls my cheeks "......now can we go to my room. I am tired. And I also have to leave you at your house tomorrow before anyone notices your absence"

I nod and we make our way to his room. I still can't believe that I sneaked out of my house and that also to meet my boyfriend. If any elder come to know then I am done for.

Yesterday was Diwali and we enjoyed our selves. I was really happy to see everyone. Mia was also there but for only few minutes as she had to be home. Vihaan's friends were fascinated by this festival but they enjoyed a lot.

I have turned 18 and now I am adult. I really had enjoyed my birthday. It was the best birthday as vihaan was also their.

We reached his room. I yelled as suddenly vihaan lifted me on his shoulder. The blood started moving towards my head due to my upside form.

"Vihaan what are you doing? My head is moved" I complain. He doesn't says anything and throws me on his bed.

He turns and locks his room. "Now you can't run away" he says and throws the keys somewhere.

"Vihaan I am not running away" I point out as I have willingly come to his room.

He doesn't say anything. "Do you want to watch something?" He ask and I nod. But his eyes are saying something else. His eyes are dilated. His voice is husky.

Ignoring his weird behaviour I take the remote and play the GOT. He makes himself comfortable on his bed and takes me on his lap. But I get stilled because I still can feel something poking my ass. This is bad.

"Your are looking hot" he compliments and I see that I am just wearing my payjama that is a cotton shorts and a cotton crop top as I was sleeping when he came and barked in my room.

"Hmm". I try to get out of his lap. But fail miserably. I feel his breathing on my neck. I feel his cold hand on my warm stomach. And I liked it. It feels good.

My head titles to the side and eyes gets closed as I feel him kissing my neck. My one hand goes to his thigh while other hand covers his hand on my stomach for support. I didn't know that neck kissing can be felt this good. In movies I always thought they were exaggerating.

"I love you Disha so fucking much" he mumbles. And I get lost in his touches. I feel pain on my head as vihaan has taken hold of my braided hair. He pushes the braid and all the hair which has left the clutches of my hair to one side. He bites on my nape and a painful groan erupts from my mouth.

He abruptly turns me so that I am cradling him. His thing presses on my aching area and a moan escapes my mouth.

He attaches his mouth with mine. He doesn't do anything just keeps his mouth on my mouth. I get frustrated. Is he doing it knowingly.

I move my hand from his chest to his shoulder and bite hard on his lips that I feel coper taste on my lips. I instantly get worried.

"Are your alright? Is it hurting?......." I check his lips and blood was dripping from his lips. I start panicking. "........ I am sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I am sorry" I keep repeating sorry word nonstop. How can I get angry on such a petty thing.

"Do you want my forgiveness?........." I nod furiously. I am such a Dumbo "........ Then lick it off. I am sure I have done a lot of time when you were small. I had always licked all your wounds which you had always got while playing"

I blush. I remember when ever we trio used to play I always get end up with some bruise and vihaan would lick it off and then apply some medicine.

I get close and dart my tongue out and lick his lips. I get a copper taste. I also clean his chin which has some blood. While licking vihaan holds my tongue in between his teeth and bites it lightly. My toes curls on that. Why does this bite thing felt so good?

He starts kissing and we both get lots in our kissing. I pull his hair and pull his mouth more close to me. It's like I can't get enough of him.

I see myself getting laid on bedsheet and vihaan hovering over me. We detach ourself as we both are breathless. After few seconds vihaan again starts kissing me. My eyes goes to the ceiling and see a mirror which I am sure I didn't fit it or in a way didn't order to fit a mirror. In the mirror I can see my disheveled self and Vihaan's back.

In the mirror I am looking like a different person. I jerk as I feel Vihaan's hand on my chest. I start panicking. I try to push him and he gets pushed or should I say allowed himself to get pushed.

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