Page 97 of BounBound By Scars

And within seconds, I was slammed against the wall. The chair Kabir had just vacated spun in place, forgotten.

But I couldn’t focus on that.

Not when his mouth was on my neck, ravaging, devouring, claiming. My eyes fluttered shut as his hands roamed beneath my top, his touch reverent but hungry.

Then he bit me. Just like I had. Right at the curve of my neck.

“You can’t tempt me and assume I won’t take the fucking bait, Ms. Desmond,” he growled against my skin.

His lips dragged to my jaw while his fingers pushed my top up, exposing my breast. The sudden heat of his mouth on my nipple drew a moan from me—uncontrolled and raw.

My body arched into him, everything else fading to static.

Until—

Click.

The door.

My eyes flew open. Panic flared as Kabir stilled, reacting with lightning precision. He tugged my top back down, adjusted my clothes, and just like that—he was back in his chair, cool and composed.

I barely had a second to fix my expression before the door creaked open.

Dylan walked in.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I spun around, my face burning. The very definition of guilt written all over me.

Kabir, the traitor, let out a snort.

I was going to kill him.

“I should’ve fucking knocked,” Dylan muttered, clearly exasperated.

“We weren’t doing anything,” Kabir replied, far too quickly—and with the tone of a teenage boy caught sneaking around.

I slapped both hands to my cheeks and forced a bright, too-wide smile as I turned to face my brother. “Hi.”

“Right…” Dylan said flatly, rolling his eyes.

“How can we help you, Dyl?” I asked, trying to sound breezy, even as my heart was still racing from Kabir’s mouth.

I noticed Kabir hesitate, his voice strangely cautious. “What’s going on?”

Dylan didn’t blink. “I’m joining you for the op, brother.”

Wait… what?

Kabir muttered something too low for me to catch, but Dylan’s eyes widened just slightly.

Then—oh my God—he smiled. My perpetually stoic brother’s lips were curved to an actual, rare smile.

“What did you say?” I asked, looking between the two.

Kabir glanced at me over his shoulder. “Nothing.”

Dylan coughed to mask a laugh, but I wasn’t letting this slide. I’d ask Kabir later.