“I warned you before, Mrs. Bhupati,” his deep tone growled into her ear.

He had her pinned against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. Only this time, he had somehow managed to remove their clothes.

She felt him moving inside her in strong, steady strokes.

Instead of fighting him off, Nina wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and moaned.

“You are loving this, aren’t you?” he asked with a cruel smile on his face as he watched her. The buzz-cut, the scars, and the stubble which gave him a dangerous aura, now appealed to her a lot. Her body hummed in pleasure as she took in his face.

“Your husband will like it even better when he gets to see us like this.”

Nina tore her eyes away from his mesmerizing face and looked at the blinking, red light of a camera set up in the room.

“No! No! Stop! Don’t do it!”

“The recording or this?” he asked, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. He leaned forward and kissed her hard on her lips.

She moaned once again, holding him, unable to let him go.

He pulled his lips away from her. “Should I stop?” he whispered in her ear.

“No, don’t stop,” she whispered. It felt so good. Their hot breaths mingling. Skin sliding on skin. The friction and the pleasure. It was addicting.

It was also building up to something.

“Oh God,” she moaned, closing her eyes and feeling every sensation heighten to a pitch.

He let out another cruel laugh.

 

Nina jerked awake.

Her breathing was unsteady, and her heart was pounding inside her chest. This time it was not from fear. Her entire body felt hot and restless. Her core throbbed and she could even feel a slick wetness between her thighs.

Oh my God!

What kind of messed up person has sexual dreams about their captor? Especially with someone who wanted to destroy and kill their husband?

Nina placed her hands on her hot, flushed cheeks to cool them down.

Her legs were entangled in the blanket. Pushing it, away, she got down from the bed and began pacing in her room.

Her body was still humming from the dream. And the dream had felt so real. She knew most of the feelings were from their last encounter, when he had held her against the wall and kissed her roughly, to teach her a lesson.

At that time, she was terrified of his touch. But in her dream, the similar touch invoked pleasure.

It was one thing to do things for survival, but to actually dream about it, and get aroused with it was beyond sick. Guilt and self-disgust tore at her.

Nina tried to reason it.

Maybe she was getting those dreams due to stress and also because of the recent revelations. Dreaming didn’t actually mean that she was attracted to her captor in reality or wanted him in any way.

Yes, that was it. Stress, not attraction.

Some of her guilt was alleviated with that reasoning.

Nina continued to pace around the room. She stopped mid-stride when she heard footsteps and the door to her room opened.

It was her captor.

Her recently cooled cheeks began to heat up rapidly once again.

“Breakfast,” he said, watching her with an expressionless look.

Her eyes swept over him.

He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts. She knew he had worn similar clothes for the last three weeks, then why was she finding them fascinating now?

She tried hard, not to let her eyes drop to his muscled arms. The arms that held your hips still while he drove into you.

She sucked in a breath. “W-where is the breakfast?” she asked, her voice catching slightly. She didn’t see a tray in his hands.

“Upstairs.”

“Oh.” She felt stupid when she said that. But she didn’t know how to break the tension and awareness she felt towards him. And she was pretty sure it was just her who was feeling it.

He continued to watch her with his expressionless look, probably finding her entire demeanor and sudden awkwardness weird.

He looked at her for few more seconds before turning and leaving her room.

Nina sighed in relief when he left.

Oh my God. What’s happening?

It was definitely the dream that must have thrown her off, making her feel self-conscious around him. But at the same time, she also knew that after Khan’s revelations, the way she viewed her captor was also beginning to change.

She was beginning to empathize with him more. She even wanted to find out whether that carefree, happy-go-lucky man was still inside him somewhere.

And more than that, she badly wanted to demand information he had uncovered about Suraj. The information that apparently led to the deaths of his family and her kidnap.