“If you think that bratty little mouth of yours is gonna get away with it, think again, Miss Raichand,” he growled, voice dark and commanding. “It won’t take much for me to bend you over my lap and remind you exactly who gets to fuck who.”

Aashika’s PoV. 

I basked in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, his alluring scent of Blackwood and Styrax caressing my nostrils. 

It’s bad and unacceptable but I can’t even pull back, too scared, too terrified of the scene which just unfolded in front of me. 

“You’re safe, Aashika.” I heard him saying again, his palms caressed my back and I finally got the strength to pull back, already missing the way I was fitting right in his arms and how close my ears were to his heart. 

Even the wild beating of his heart has something calming in it, “I should get back-“ I trailed off only for him to grab my wrist, “Do you think I’ll let you go back into that shitty club again?”