The passion in his eyes was enough to set everything aflame. He was mesmerized by her. Her honey like amber eyes shone like molten gold. They were slightly casted down, her thick eyelashes fluttered rapidly, appearing curtain like to hide the hot pools of honey for a mere second. Her lips curved up ever so slightly in a smile and his heart skipped a beat. Her mischievous, lazy smile along with the hooded eyes bothered his hot body for a release.

His lips parted slightly and he breathed out. She closed her eyes as his hand that was until now on her face, travelled down and his calloused fingers rested at the end of her dress. She gasped softly when his fingers ever so slightly grazed her bare skin.

"Open your eyes.", He commanded and she did so without wasting a second. Her eyes were slightly wide at how dominating he sounded. Isn't he changed? "Good girl.", He chuckled with a smirk.

"Keep your eyes on me. Okay, Dove?", He asked and her breath hitched. She froze for a second before her chest heaved up and down and her vision blurred.

"What did you call me?", She asked in a mere whisper.

"Dove. My Dove.", He breathed out before leaning down and nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck. She tilted her head back, making room for him. He trailed his nose up her throat, taking in her intoxicating smell.

"I'm not yours.", She mumbled back.

"We'll see that.", His hot breath fanned her ear and she shivered. His canines gently grazed her earlobe making her gasp.

She had clenched her hands at her sides. Her eyes were shut close and she was having a hard time breathing as he worked up on her neckline, biting and stroking her creamy skin. She had to bite down on her lips to stop herself from making any erotic, sexual sounds.

"Didn't I told you to keep your eyes open!?", He growled as his grip around her right thigh tightened. She slightly hissed before obliging on his demand. His onyx eyes were dark and malicious. Dark with desire and malicious with motives. She didn't know what he was going to do with her tonight. Previously, he had sounded like a guy next door, and now, he sounds exactly like his older version. One that never took a no as an answer. One that was so dominating and controlling that he would never accept any form of blatant disrespect and denial.

"Is this really you? Weren't you a good boy just a moment ago?", She said with a smirk growing on her lips.

Instead of answering, he undid the knot of her trench coat and snapped it open. His eyes raked up and down her body hungrily before he licked his bottom lip. "This changed my mind.", He said hoarsely before meeting her eyes. Lust rimmed his every word and action.

A sudden feeling of possessiveness was growing inside of him. He badly wanted to dominate her. Make her scream and fuck her till she can no longer stand. The burst of arousal was desperate to be buried deep in her, to feel her walls clenching around him, to fill her up with his cum. To claim every inch of her skin as his. He had never felt so possessive for anyone. But the moment he had seen her, he knew it was her or no one else. And so he don't plan on letting her go. Ever.

"Jump.", He commanded in a deep voice as his hands were clasped on her ass. She pushed herself up and her thighs wrapped themselves around his torso. He pressed her against the hard wooden door and she felt his clothed hardened crotch touching her most intimate body part.

Something snapped inside her in two halves. Must be her dignity. As a woman she was ashamed of herself. The man, that left no stone unturned to damage her inside out, is right now leaving wet kisses against the hollow of her throat. She was staring at the ceiling. Her brain was frozen and mind was completely blank. The only source of strength that kept her from breaking down was her son's face in her dazed memory.

"Dove.", He called her gently and she met his eyes, now layered with concern and worry. "Are you not feeling good? Should I stop?", He asked in a breathy voice that made her more vulnerable.

Why did she ever fell for this man? And what is this urge of throwing herself in his arms and crying. This crave of spilling everything to him, this sudden desperation of making him remember everything. Being in the most intimate position with the only man she was once in love with, and had never been touched like this after him, was making her vulnerable and weak.

She couldn't answer him. And she didn't want to. She must be overwhelmed because of being in the close proximity with man she had once loved with everything in her. With that thought as a conclusion, she shook her head. Her hands that were around his neck, travelled down and she slowly opened the first button of his shirt.

"I'm empty. Like an abandoned shell. I need you to fill me.", She whispered as she glanced at him.

Don't imagine him as your ex-husband!

Just fucking think of him as a one night stand that you'll do every night.

She coaxed her mind to not think of him as a man she once loved. She commanded herself to not remember anything regarding past. She'll treat this night and the man in front of her as strangers.

"Someone broke my trust many times. He used me, treated me as a sexual object, married me, betrayed me. He was my worst nightmare.", She whispered as she worked on the last button of his grey shirt before letting her hands wander all over his hard and naked chest. Her nails grazed his hard pecs and firm torso. Her soft palm travelled upwards and ran across his small nipple that made his whole body shiver. He slapped her ass when her hand threatened to travel south. She chuckled before looking up and meeting his eyes.

"He was a dick.", He commented.

She laughed loudly and he stood straight before turning around. Her hair fell like a curtain around them, covering their desire laden eyes. Her trench coat hung loosely on her arms, restricted from falling because of her hands that were now clasped around his neck.

As she was busy kissing and nipping at his bare shoulder, he carried her inside kitchen with only arm around her waist. After opening the refrigerator, he grabbed few ice cubes and smirked before putting her on the kitchen counter.

"Dove.", She froze.

"Don't call me that.", She said before painfully biting down on his pale flesh. He hissed.

Imagine him as a stranger!

She repeated in her head.

"Look at me.", He said tapping on her ass and she leaned back before raising up her brows in question. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to not smile. His hand was burning because of the ice cubes being held for so long. He removed his arm that was around her waist before tugging at the middle of the V neckline of her dress. She frowned but a moment later gasped when he shoved ice cubes inside.

"What the heck, Kabir!?", She screamed and he laughed throwing his head back. His hands were on her either sides and he was biting the inside of his cheek to not burst out laughing once again. She glared at him and attempted to get the ice cubes out.

"Fuck! They are on my navel.", She hissed to herself. His eyes watched as she struggled around, her every movement and smallest action amused him to no extent.

"Let me.", He mumbled as he tried to catch her flailing arms.

"Babe, stop.", He chuckled as he grabbed her wrists and raised them up.

"They are cold.", She whispered as she twitched a little.

"I know.", He nodded.

"Get them out. They are melting.", She murmured, lost in his enrapturing dark eyes.

"Where are they?", He asked as he slowly dropped her hands and touched the sides of her waist. She shivered.

"One is on my navel."

"Just one?"

"The other is between my thighs.", She whispered before dropping her eyes to her lap. Her shyness made him smile. She's just so fucking perfect.

"That's it?", He asked and she nodded.

"I-- think they melted.", He whispered as his eyes caught the wet patch increasing on her stomach.

"My dress is ruined.", She snorted.

"It was of no use anyways.", He chuckled but stopped when she glared at him.

"I'll buy you another.", He said immediately.

"I don't need you to buy me anything. I can do that on my own!", She scoffed before crossing her hands across her chest.

"Damn! My woman is the leader of feminism out there, huh?", He chuckled as his tongue stroked inside of his cheeks.

"I'm. Not. Your. Woman!", She forced each and every word firmly. Her amber eyes wild and narrowed, like a feral cat.

He leaned down to her eye level and tilted his head. "Are you sure? Because I'm hell bent on making you mine. And once I get the taste of you, it'll be impossible for anyone to stop me from claiming you.", He said huskily before his eyes took a once over on her body and met her fierce eyes with a challenging gaze.

"I'll never be yours.", She whispered back.

"You'll be mine. And mine alone!", He growled ferociously before grabbing her hips and claiming her lips. Her heart thudded with fear as his words repeated in her brain. Is she stupidly pushing herself in a never ending loop of problems? Will this always remain in her control or will he take the reigns like how he use to do? Will she be able to escape from his clutches once her motive is achieved.

His rough hand squeezed her left mound lightly and that made her gasp in his mouth. His tongue potruded inside and explored every hidden and untouched dark corners. The wine they had after dinner was still lingering on her tongue and it tasted better in her mouth. Their tongues tangled together, trying to win the dominance, but as always, she gave up before him.

He shrugged off his shirt and carelessly tossed it in some corner of kitchen before picking her up, his lips still attached to hers. Their lips never separated as he took her upstairs. Her trench coat was discarded before they reached outside the bedroom. He slammed her against the wall beside the bedroom door and thrusted his hips roughly against her. Her dress rode up and he grabbed her flesh possessively. His grip was tight enough to leave marks on her dusky skin.

"What was his name?", He asked as he kissed and sucked at the valley of her breasts. Her hands were tangled in his raven black hair, pulling and sifting through them.

"Who?", She breathed heavily.

"Your ex-husband.", He said as his tongue darted out to caress the red mark on her skin.

"Kabir. His name was Kabir.", She said freezing him along with her. When realisation dawned on her, she realized what she blurted out in the heat of the moment.

"Kabir?", He frowned after he raised up his head to look at her.

"I was caught up in a moment. His name was... Neel.", She sighed, thankful for the blue color the walls of the penthouse were painted with.

Kabir nodded.

"Are we only going to talk tonight? Or is there any action involved?", She asked blatantly and he chuckled as she rolled her eyes.

"Your wish is my command, Dove. Let me fuck you senseless!", He growled before his lips came crashing down on hers. Wrapping his one arm around her waist, he opened the door to bedroom with his free hand before stepping inside and closing the door shut.

In that bedroom, that night, a woman died but a mother won.

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