Chapter 04 (a)

A faint sound met her ears that caught her attention. She hurriedly looked in that direction, turning down the volume of the television. She saw Iqrar moving in and then pushing the door close. 

“How was your day?” she asked while she stretched back her legs which were laid before her on another couch. Her grey eyes scanned him down as he looked tired. 

“It was good,” he answered her. He moved in her direction and sat next to her. His arm lay on the headrest of the couch and his legs spread wide as he sat in that alpha position. He smirked down at her when she smiled softly at him. 

Their eyes locked and she could see how dark his eyes were. Every time she looked into his eyes, she found them usually dark. Though the colour was already dark, his dilated pupils made it darker and even hotter. The look in them always made her nervous and she still wondered what was so special about her that made him look at her like that.

“And the case?” She looked away and held the jug to fill a glass of water for him. She fetched it for him and gave him her full attention. 

“Yeah, I won,” he took some sips, eyes not closing as he watched a grin spreading on her pink lips. She was genuinely happy, he could see the sincerity. She beamed, “Congratulations, then!” while pinching his cheek when he put down the glass. 

He chuckled, adorning her cute act. “It won’t work. You have to give something else!” He wiggled his brows, “Will you?” and that naughty glint in his dark eyes could not go unnoticed by her. 

Her cheeks burnt as she realised what he was asking. But she decided to play a little as she scrunched her brows, making a puzzled face as if she was trying hard to think. 

“Um… what?” She tapped on her temple, leaving him astonished. He could not believe she was really playing with him but that moment of realization did not last long and he nodded. 

“Okay, so you don’t remember?” He asked, getting up and removing his plain black coat. She watched him doing so, her doey eyes widening a bit when he removed his cufflinks and then pulled out his mobile and purse. 

“I asked you something, Zoya, tell me,” he stood at his full height and pulled the hem of his white shirt out of his black pants, not removing the belt. That small action caused her to look down at him. For a split second, she noticed his lower abdomen when he pulled the shirt out. 

She licked her lips as they felt dry all of a sudden. “N-no, what are you doing?” And she chose to stay stubborn, which he always liked about her. He loved how she tried to cast herself bold even if she was scared out of her wits. But right now, she was not scared. She was nervous and kind of excited. 

“Hm, I see,” he leaned closer and hovered above her, caging her between his arms and legs, pushing his knees on either side of her. He moved to hold her hands and then snake them above her head as he leaned closer enough to feel her wavering breath hitting his lips. As he held both of her wrists above her head, he added, “you didn’t get what I asked.” 

Her brows corrugated as she narrowed her eyes when she realised the point. “You, too, are playing, Iqrar,” she said, earning his gaze at her moving lips and then back to her eyes. 

He smirked. “So what? Only you can play, huh?” the proximity helped a lot as his lips touched hers faintly. The slight touch left her wanting as she closed her eyes and mumbled, “Stop playing, Iqrar, do it quickly!” 

“Is that so?” He asked as he moved closer, so close that now they shared the same air to inhale. The bulge in his pants pushed down against her abdomen which made her gasp but she loved that feeling. It was pleasant. 

“Yes,” she whispered with a nod and that obedience heightened his ego. 

“Hm, but you have to ask, baby. Nicely.” When she opened her eyes, she found him smirking down at her. He was back with his dominance and he knew she felt too ashamed to ask something like that. Most of the time, she ordered him around. She, too, held dominance, but when she was desperate, he made her vulnerable too. And he loved it. More than anything. 

“What are you thinking, darling?” He faked innocence as the look on his face was pure evil. He rolled his hips and that contact left her breathless. Her heat throbbed and she wanted him badly.

“You’re so cruel.”

“So you are, baby,” the reply was quick, and due to the crazy proximity, when he flicked his tongue out, it touched her sensitive lips, jolting up the nerves. She mewled, pushing her head up when he moved back, loving the desperate waves vibrating around her. 

If her hands were freed, she would have held his head and then kissed him, but right now, she was at his mercy. 

“If you don’t want, you can just tell—” he was about to complete when she interrupted him, “No, I want you!” and she did not sound desperate but needy. And he loved the feeling of being needed. 

“Impressive,” his smirk widened and she sighed, “Okay, kiss me, Iqrar!” 

“What’s the magical word?” 

She huffed. “Kiss me, Iqrar, please?” she batted her long eyelashes for a better impression which earned her the desired satisfaction. 

He grinned, “Gladly, baby,” and leaned down to capture her lips in a slow and sensual kiss. His head tilted as their lips moulded softly, locking with each other perfectly. His free hand roamed down her curves, pushing her grey tank top up and then snaking his hand under it, burning her already hot skin. The touch made her shiver and he smiled against her lips. 

“Please, leave my hands, I need to touch you, Iqrar,” the gentle request made his heart skip a beat but he freed her wrists. She hurriedly held his neck, pulling him closer as they kissed once again like they needed each other more than oxygen. 

He rested one hand beside her head while the other continued caressing her soft skin. She ran her thin fingers through his scalps and yelped them unknowingly when he bit her bottom lip. He groaned in her mouth, the vibration transversing through him as the sweet pain coursed through both of them. 

A gasp could not sit back when he held her soft mould and squeezed it through the lacy bra. Her legs stretched automatically and wrapped around his torso, pushing him in and feeling his hardness against her clothed wet entrance. 

He rolled his hips as he knew what she wanted, while he roamed his tongue inside her hot mouth, finding its companion and then pushing it gently like a soft stroke. He sucked her bottom lip as he left it gently and then stared at her flushed face. 

“Did you eat something?” He asked, his hot breath hitting her face. 

Panting, she slowly opened her eyes and murmured, “No. I thought we’d eat together.” It made him smile and he leaned down to kiss her for a moment, breaking it to say, “Let’s go out for dinner, how’s it?” 

“Yeah, sure,” she smiled, her hands still moving behind his back and in his hair, secretly loving the feel of his hot skin and flexing muscles. 

“Okay. Get ready then,” he beamed and got up. His warmth left her and a corner inside her was disappointed but it was for good. She smiled when she saw him getting up with excitement, and there a huge grin was on his lips which she loved the most. The kind of pure excitement like a child and happiness as holy as the water of the river Jordan seeped through him was so strong that anybody could be affected by it — just like her, who got the reason to grin like him; just like him.  

“What should I wear?” She asked, walking ahead as he followed her to their room. He mischievously scanned down her body, especially her hips which were wide. 

“You want me to select something for you?” He chuckled softly, eyes twinkling the moment she asked for his opinion. 

She opened the door and turned around, nodding her head, “Yeah, I don’t have any idea what I should wear when I go out… um… with you.” She shrugged off but she was insecure. He smiled softly and went to their closet. She strolled behind him, curiously looking around and inspecting the dresses. He selected a black dress and handed it to her. 

“I never got to ask, can you walk on heels?” He turned to ask her. As she was lost admiring the dress he selected — she could not believe a man was better at selecting a dress than a woman — she, but she had to praise him for that. She had no idea that being a womanizer is not that useless. 

“Yeah, I can,” she answered and he nodded. He gave her a pair of shiny black pumps and then other important accessories. 

“I’m going to have a bath. You can get ready, okay?” She nodded so he could leave. He smiled and then left.