[Suresh@123]

You're not going anywhere," Kamal's voice was firm, his eyes boring into Athidi's as he tightened his grip on her wrist.

Athidi's heart raced, a cocktail of fear and excitement pulsing through her veins. She had felt the shift in him,

the raw tension coiled in his body like a spring ready to snap. His hand was hot, a stark contrast to the cool

metal of the kitchen faucet she'd been using moments ago.

Her eyes searched his, trying to find a semblance of the man she thought she knew, but all she saw was a

storm of lust and anger. Kamal's gaze was unrelenting, his pupils dilated as he pushed her against the

kitchen counter. Her breath hitched, and she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers, his arousal

unmistakable.

With a firm tug, Kamal pulled her nighty over her head, exposing her lacy bra. He traced the edge of the

fabric with his finger, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want me to think about him fucking you?" he growled,

his voice low and guttural. "Is that it?"