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That fluffy and furry furball, with his intense gaze, stared at them like they’d interruptedhisquiet night.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Vikram said. “That vampire rabbit was here the whole time?”

Bungee thumped his foot and knocked something else over.

“He’s sensitive to sounds, Vicky,” Mahika huffed.

“He’s a voyeur,” Vikram shot back. “And I swear he judged me.”

With a giggle, she wrapped the sheet around herself before stepping off the bed. Then she carried Bungee to his cage and draped her lightweight scarf over it. When she returned, Vikram pulled her down, and she straddled him, her hair cascading around them like a dark, silken curtain.

“He’d better not disturb us again,” Vikram murmured, his gaze intense as he caressed her lower lip. “Because I’m not done with you.”

Her heart thudded. “Neither am I.”

Vikram swallowed hard. His cock was already ready for round two. He thrust up slightly, letting her feel his hardness.

“I’m all yours,” he said, lounging back with his arms laced behind his head. “Use me.”

“Vicky…” she whispered, her gaze dropping.

He hooked two fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. “What, baby?”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. It complicates everything.”

“Does it?” he asked, thrusting his hips up again. “Because right now, it feels like the simplest fucking thing in the world.”

He flipped her again and settled snugly between her thighs. A deep groan rumbled from him as he took care of protection and slid back into her, their bodies gliding smoothly. This time, it was slower and gentler, yet just as intense. Each thrust drew them deeper into one another in a rhythm that felt sacred. Lost in the moment, they rode the waves of pleasure together in perfect rhythm, feeling like nothing else mattered.

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The morning light spilled into Vikram’s study, casting everything in a soft golden haze. He leaned back in the armchair, his eyes focused on the chessboard in front of him. Across from him, Mahika sat perched on the ottoman, one brow raised in thought, her fingers resting against her cheek as she considered her next move. The game had started as a joke, a casual suggestion over breakfast. She had spotted the chessboard tucked beside the console and bookshelf and had challenged him with a smirk.

“I bet I can beat you at chess,” she’d said, her eyes sparkling.

He had smirked, drawn in by her confidence. “You think you can win against me?”

“You’ve never played against me.”

And just like that, the chessboard was on the table.

Now, an hour into the game, he was realising that she wasn’t bluffing. Mahika was ruthless, methodical, and a little too pleased with herself every time she took one of his pieces.

“Are you trying to distract me?” she asked, tilting her head. “You’ve been staring for the last five minutes.”

Vikram’s mouth curved lazily. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the view.”

Her eyes narrowed, but the corners of her mouth twitched as she moved her knight and captured his rook. She looked up at him in triumph.

“Check.”

He leaned forward, studying the board with a frown that quickly morphed into reluctant admiration. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

Mahika smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “You’re just saying that because you’re losing.”

“No, I’m saying that because every time I think I’ve figured you out, you do something like this.” He gestured towards the board, then let his gaze drop to her legs, bare and tempting beneath the hem of her short, silky nightdress.

Her toes were painted a cheerful yellow, and for a split second, he had the overwhelming urge to pull her feet into his lap and massage it, just to see if he could make her squirm.