Warning: it's a little spicy in here!

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Her head with a flock of curly hair banged the door with a thud while he slithered between her legs, locking lips. Those loose running shorts did little to nothing to cover her curves which yet again he regarded with much pleasure. He slid his hands up her bare thighs, firmly gripping them and flinging her petite frame in the air. Legs naturally wrapped his waist as their lips remained moulded with each other, pressing and moving in practiced sync.

Harshad pinned her with his body, his broad chest and steroid-fed sculpted shoulders securing her as her top came off in a swift movement, tossed across the room at the foot of the bed. Firm hands cupped her covered breasts, squeezing the flesh while Mukti knocked her heels off with just her feet, fingers busy raking his hair as their mouths engulfed a swirl of skilled tongues. Trailing her fingertips all the way down his biceps, to his clad torso, and finally the belt holding his pants in place, she paused.

She pointed a finger at him. "Girlfriend? Because cheating is usually against my rules."

"You can bend your rules this one time," Harshad suggested snarkily, taking a conflicted Mukti by surprise as she silently complied to be kissed and caressed by a man so handsome despite her rational side reprimanding her. Then again, who was she to judge his loyalty? It was just a hook-up.

Parting from his lips another time, Mukti asked before undoing the loop, "Did you bring a condom?"

Out of the back of his pants came a swooshing sound, and Harshad tossed a carton at her. Unopened. Box of twelve.

"Wow, optimistic much!" Mukti had met men like that in her past, who bragged of their mindblowing game in bed and promised her such glamorous things only to barely touch her in the right places, forget bringing her to an orgasm. She rolled her eyes as he connected his mouth with hers urgently, spinning them around and walking them both to the bed.

With a thud, Mukti fell as Harshad narrowed the space between them, his toe tracking the arch of her foot sinfully slowly, inciting her soft inescapable moan. A hand cupped his erection while another gripped his hair, nearly yanking it out as she guided him to the dip of her breasts. Wet caresses on her neck and up her jawline edged her on and at the first chance she got, she hastily snuck into the crevice of his neck and gently bit, soothing it in her own way afterward.

He spun Mukti on top, propped her on her knees, and caged himself.

Mustering some hard-earned courage to keep blazing adrenaline and other hormones at bay, Harshad bravely put forth the question he had been meaning to ask since the moment he decided to reach out to her. "How would you like to be on top even outside the bedroom?"

She moved her hips in a certain rhythm, effortlessly taking charge of the situation. "As in?"

"You know, be my queen. Run my empire with me." He said confidently, bringing a strong hand up to her chest, letting it disappear under a cup as it swirled her bud.

"I would stop right now if I hadn't made up my mind to fuck you till dawn," Mukti continued gyrating her hips. No man ever before had approached her with such a ridiculous suggestion, let alone someone as strikingly attractive as Harshad Saxena. She gripped his bulky bicep, letting the tension build within. "You're on juice, and you've what used once? What do you otherwise know about the industry? The secrets... the ugliness..."

Harshad was finding it difficult to hold himself back as Mukti's head fell back and the woman sought her own pleasure, using him or actually barely doing that too. He flicked her nipple out of its cages, reposing on pressed palms as he brought his tongue and nudged it... sending shivers down her back.

"That's why you'd be with me. To help me navigate the knacks of the trade,"

Between strained breaths and controlled moans, the woman struggled to form a coherent sentence yet desperately needed to put the idiot in his place.

"You're asking me to turn my back on my clan," She uttered half-dazed as he honoured her slender figure.

He spoke in between open-mouthed pecks towards her cleavage in his journey to the other side. "I'm asking you to think about yourself. You get a few thousand a week working for the big man? With me, you'll be a stakeholder, 50% of everything... anything you wish, it'll be all yours," He pressed down on the nub between his teeth, igniting a shock in Mukti, sending her closer to her own release. "Think about it," He mumbled over her skin, smirking at his effect.

Mukti was so close to getting herself on, his stimulation shooting her to her peak. "I am..." She confessed and over the next couple of moments, her hands selfishly clutched his hair as she gasped and came undone, like the break of a violent tide kissing the shore. Her lips met his as he held her waist securely, eager to receive after all the warmup.

One of the very first rules of Mukti's clan was unconditional loyalty. Unconditional not because it was enforced on anyone, but because it provided her the luxury of a secure place to stay, filled the bellies of her and her toddler illegitimate daughter every mealtime, paid for her bills without any questions, served her a variety of substances to use as and when she pleased and a social life... one that she could not dream of outside of the clan. To top it all, sex at her beck and call. Her call.

There was no way she could do what he asked of her. Or even go ahead fucking someone senseless after he thought one session with her could make her a snitch. Did he associate himself with such high worth?

Slamming a fist in his chest, she separated from him and got off the bed, rummaging through her medium-sized handbag that had a spare change of clothes and some travel toiletries for her to freshen up.

"Be sure to be out of here before I'm back because I'm done with you," 

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