Chapter 21
Mantra sat on the plush couch where Yash carried her from the kitchen. She had a meltdown a few minutes ago that she couldn’t explain. Yash sat next to her, his arm around her so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
“Were you close to… Vedh?” His voice was soft as his hand caressed her.
“Yes… he was my best friend… well him and Samar.” She sniffled.
“What did he do?”
“He was a neuroscientist… a prodigy… just like you.” She bit down on her lip and looked up at him.
Yash went stiff. “What happened?”
“He fell in love with a woman who… I can’t talk about it… it’s so painful.”
“Mantra… is he the reason why you want to be a therapist instead of a doctor?”
She pulled back feeling the shock hit her. “How do you know?”
He shrugged. “Intelligent guess, I suppose.”
“But how? I never told you about Vedh before today.” She knew he was good at reading her but not know everything about her.
“I put a few pieces of information together.”
“Yes, he was the reason… he fell in love for the first time, and he decided to end his life because he caught his girlfriend cheating on him… because of that woman.” Her voice shook.
“Easy.” He pulled her closer.
“I don’t know why he did it… did it have something to do with him being a prodigy and how everything in life happens differently?” She stopped and looked at him like he would know the answer.
“Life is different as a prodigy, and it’s not easy.”
“I’ll never find out what he thought when he did what he did. The fact that I will never find out just pains me, and I could not help him with what he was going through… kills me.”
“Mantra, you are already doing what you couldn’t do for your brother, and not everybody can do that.”
“It’ll never bring him back.”
“That is the harsh truth, and I’m okay with you dedicating your contribution to my work to your brother. His name on your work will make him eternal.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” His tone was calm.
Mantra’s heart melted for the man who she thought was an asshole who showed no emotion. She looked at him, her eyes streams of happy tears.
“Yash, I will do what it takes to put my brother’s name on my work. Thank you!” She hugged him digging her chin into his shoulder and feeling the heaviness in her heart lift away. The weight she had carried in her heart since the day her brother disappeared from her life.
“Can I give you a copy of the manuscript to read before we start talking about working on the book together?”
“Yes.” She tightened her hold on him.
Later that night, thunder rumbled outside as she finished the last part of Yash’s manuscript. He had left her to read his work and went to check on the operations at The Red Room.
She was on the last few pages of the manuscript when Yash walked up from behind. He placed his hands on her shoulder before planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Do you want to punch my face in?” he whispered into her ear.
“Let me finish the last few pages.” Her tone was steady.
“Am I in trouble?” He chuckled.
“Yash, I need five more minutes,” she stated without averting her eyes from the screen.
Yash expected this reaction from her. He was just glad she hadn’t broken the screen halfway through the manuscript.
He was at the wet bar fixing her a drink when she walked in from behind and put her arms around his waist.
“Really? I get a hug?” He loosened her grip and turned around to face her and handed her a drink.
“Thanks for letting me read your manuscript.”
“And? You hate it?”
“It’s good in its current form. I don’t understand how I can help with it.”
“I wrote that with a different purpose, almost a guide on…”
She cut him off, rather angrily. “Seducing women and how men could be better pick-up artists?”
He laughed. “Finally, the reaction I expected.”
“I don’t see a reason for me to help.” She crossed her hands in front of her.
“Before you say anything further, let me clarify that I don’t intend to publish it as it is. I may have considered it at some point but not anymore. I want the information presented differently.”
“How?”
He took a step closer to her and ran the tip of his finger along her hairline. “I want you to help me re-write the content in such a way that it helps couples overcome their… I want you to add the couples’ therapy aspect to it.”
She gasped when she realized what he wanted to do. The content she had read was excellent and for it to be used as a self-help for couples—a revolutionary approach.
She went up on her toes and kissed him.
“Is that a yes?” he groaned against her lips.
“You are amazing.” She ran her arms around his neck and pulled herself up to wrap her legs around his waist.
“You told me that already.” He sucked her lower lip between his teeth.
“Not just in bed,” she moaned.
He laughed and pulled back to look at her. “I’m excited to work with you.”
“Me, too.” She pecked his lips with hers.
“Can we try the tricks from my work as part of our research?” he growled.
She squeaked in reaction to his sudden movement enjoying the burn from his stubble on her bare skin.
“Like you haven’t tried them on me yet?” She laughed.
“First, I need to give you a full tour of my place.”
He let her off his long, broad torso. He was a delicious sight in his tight-fitting t-shirt and lounge pants.
“Why are you insistent about the tour? Do you have a sex chamber? Oh no, do you have your own red room?” she teased.
He turned slightly to pull her into his arms and kiss her hard. “Is that a deal breaker?”
She looked up at him and smiled, and before she could say something, his arms tightened around her. In a flash, he picked her off the rich wooden floor and toted her over his shoulder.
“Put me down.” She laughed.
He took a bite into her waist as he carried her making her yelp. She managed to reach his ass and grabbed it with her fingers making him laugh.
“Why are you carrying me?”
“Because I want to… I will show you the kind of sex I want to have,” he grunted as he placed her on the large kitchen island.
“What kind do you like?” She sat on the island with her legs around him. “Are you into the bondage and torture stuff?”
“Maybe… I do like the philosophy of having someone surrender themselves to me.”
“It’s interesting you used the word surrender versus submit or submissive,” she noted.
“I like my women to take control from time to time. I enjoy a ferocious cat in my bed.” He took a bite of her neck making her ache between her legs. She snaked her fingers into his hair pulling him closer.
“You want a preview?” he offered letting himself free from her legs. “Stay put.”
She watched him open the refrigerator that was the largest she had seen in anyone’s home and reach for a small bottle of liquid.
“What is that?”
“I get to have you any way I want, wasn’t that the deal?” He chuckled pulling her into his arms as she sat on the stone counter. His penetrating eyes told her not to challenge him, and she let go of her inhibitions and apprehensions letting him lead the engagement.
He pushed her back flat on the counter pulling her butt to the edge and placed her ankles on his shoulders.
“I’ve never fucked anybody so tall. You have no idea how awesome it is.” He nipped on her calf making her toes curl.
“I haven’t been with anybody as big as you are,” she rasped, her body writhing as he trailed a series of kisses along the length of her bare leg.
“Do you mean my package or me?” He was direct, and she enjoyed that about him. His confidence turned her on.
“Both,” she gasped when she felt the back of his hand on her weeping folds and cringed when she felt him fist his palm over her clit.
“I don’t know if I want this.” She was horrified he was into sadistic sex, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.
“Trust me, sweetheart. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” She arched her back when he flicked a finger over her clit.
“Get ready for the preview of a lifetime,” he declared taking his tongue to tease and lick her slick slit. He slurped, nipped, and teased every millimeter of her pleasure cave. Ripples of pure bliss bobbed out making the blood course through her veins setting her body ablaze.
“Yash,” she cried.
“Hold it in, baby. I don’t want you to come until I put my finger in your mouth,” he hummed against her clit as his tongue worked hard at bringing pressure to a certain spot above her clit that never received much attention.
“I… I can’t…” She raised her hips off the counter which felt like ice against her searing hot body. She felt his hand move toward her, and she parted her lips eager for his fingers to be intertwined by her tongue.
“Now!” he ordered as she sucked on his finger. Her tongue eagerly met his finger sucking it in, taking in the cold, slick juice. Her inner walls clenched, and she reached for her release, and something hit her.
Her tongue was on fire as the unforgiving burn spread through her mouth, and she peaked at that very moment. She called out his name and was sure she was going to die with the combination of the ecstasy and the unbearable eruption in her mouth.
He lapped on her release and let go to bring his lips to hers. She gasped when she felt him suck the burn off her tongue and give her a taste of her release. She desperately sucked in the cooling effect his mouth offered, and she tasted her on his lips making her come again.
He let go of her mouth to push his lounge pants down before burying himself deep into her. She was sweating all over from the mind-blowing orgasm that threatened to paralyze her.
“Oh my God… what the fuck was that?”
“Chili oil… green chili oil,” he grunted building a steady rhythm as he rammed into her mercilessly. He leaned forward to suck her nipple into his mouth through the thin material of the shirt she had on, and she grabbed his hair unable to handle the decadence.
“I want you to put out the fire in my mouth,” she begged.
“Where the fuck have you been all my life?” he growled, his every drive deliberate and deep.
He made a deep dent in her breast before letting it go. He dug his fingers into the perfect globes of her ass, his knuckles turning white digging into the soft flesh.
She spread her arms over her head and reached for the faucet on the sink for support as he drove into her one last time making her insides turn to goo as a seismic orgasm rolled through her.
He pulled his shaft out of her abruptly and let his release out on her belly button. The warmth of his release made her body convulse, and she came a million times with dirty pleasure as he spread his release over her belly with his fingers in smooth circles.
“Oh fuck, what was that?” she rasped, her body shuddering from the sensations she had never experienced.
“That was a preview… just a preview!” He ran his palms back to her hips holding her in place as he again drove into her hitting her in the deepest spot.
She knew she had tasted something so addicting that it was going to be hard to stop even if she wanted to.