Page 98 of Entangled Vows

Shit. This woman was driving him nuts. It was barely nine in the morning, and he was already hard.

She saw it too. Her gaze dropped, then flicked back to his with a slow smile. “Did the queen’s sacrifice get you all worked up, or is it something else?”

“You’re sitting there in that little thing, licking your lips like you don’t know what you’re doing. And you ask what’s working me up?”

She gave a self-satisfied grin. “Stop flirting. And just play.”

And he did. Only, this time, when she leaned in to adjust a piece, her fingers brushed his on purpose. Then she smirked. And just like that, the game shifted. The chessboard lay forgotten between them, the pieces scattered, their playful rivalry consumed by something far more urgent. Vikram barelyremembered tipping the board aside as he pulled Mahika into his lap.

In a flash, she straddled him, her knees bracketing his thighs, her silky nightdress slipping higher with every shift of her hips. Their mouths collided in a kiss that was messy and desperate. Her fingers threaded into his hair, tugging hard, while his hands slid beneath the hem of her panties, pulling them down to grip her bare thighs, aching to touch her soft skin.

“You really suck at chess,” she moaned breathlessly, breaking the kiss for half a second.

He growled against her lips. “I just got distracted.”

“Hmm. Sounds likeyourproblem.”

“Yeah?” He nipped at her jaw. “Then fucking solve it.”

He stood in one swift motion, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She gasped, gripping his shoulders, the friction between them already unbearable. He crossed the room and set her down on the desk behind him, her back arching slightly as the cool wood met her spine. He kissed her, then pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

“Wait, wait. I don’t have any protection with me. Let me get it.”

Mahika hesitated for a beat, her breath quick and shallow. “No,” she said softly. “I’m on the pill.” Her voice faltered for a second before steadying. “I… I was going to tell you that we can skip protection. I haven’t had sex in three years. I’m clean, and I trust you. Only if you’re okay with it...”

Vikram stilled, his scorching gaze locking onto hers. And then that fire in his eyes doubled, like she’d flipped a switch inside him. “You trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“Fuck, Momo,” he muttered, his forehead resting against hers. “You have no idea what those words just did to me.”

His hand slid possessively to her waist, anchoring her to him.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly. “Because if we do this… there’s no going back.”

“I want this. I wantyou.”

He drew in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening around her hip. “For the record, I’m clean too. I’ve always used protection, and I got tested after my last relationship. I haven’t been with anyone in like, a year and a half.” He looked her straight in the eye. “It’s only been you, Momo.”

She melted under his gaze, her lips parting slightly, and he exhaled in relief, like he’d been holding his breath for days.

“Then hold on to me,wifey,” he rasped. “Because I don’t think I can be gentle this time.”

“Good,” she dragged him closer. “I don’t want gentle,husband.”

Vikram groaned as he sank into her in one deep thrust, a wave of sensation washing over him. Her head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips, and he gripped her hips harder, struggling to keep it together. She wrapped her legs around him as he moved, hard and fast, like he needed to tear down every barrier between them. Her skin, bare, hot, and slick as a summer day, almost overwhelmed him. It drove him mad. He clenched his jaw, his breath coming in ragged gasps, fighting to keep his control from shattering too fast.

The desk beneath them creaked and groaned under their weight. Her fingers dragged along his back, her nails leaving a tingling sensation as they grazed his skin. Every soft moan, every sharp hitch in her breath pulled him deeper into the moment.

“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So fucking good.”

She responded with a whimper, pressing her forehead to his. “Yes. Don’t you dare stop.”

There was no more talking after that. Just breath and skin and the heat between them that had finally burst into something undeniable. And as they lost themselves in each other, the game was left behind, along with the rules they’d once tried to play by.

∞∞∞

The entertainment lounge was cast in a soft, amber glow—warm, quiet, and wrapped in a kind of intimacy that didn’t need words. Vikram barely registered the flicker of the TV in front of them. Mahika was curled at his side, her back pressed to him as they lounged on the couch, supposedly watching a show on Netflix.