Tempted by the Hot Stranger

CH | 49

Mayra stood in front of the mirror while she couldn't wipe the smile off on her face and she looked glowing and maybe happy?

Ishaan's confession certainly eased their relationship and she was becoming more relaxed around him, and that realization should actually scare her, but weirdly she was comfortable.

Her grey orbs lingered on her still-swollen lips and she brushed her finger across them gently while she couldn't help but remember how he bit her lips and sucked them again and again to soothe her pain.

As soon as she recalled that, a faint shade of redness crept up on her cheek and she turned around, only to see the large sink slab and the vivid images of how Ishaan wrapped her thighs onto his waist when he placed her on the top of the slab and had his hard member buried in her heated core clouded her mind.

But he wasn't rough like how he usually would fuck her and instead, he was a stark contrast. He entered her tight hole painfully slowly making her all heated and needy, but he didn't speed up his pace even when she urged him to fuck her senselessly.

And she didn't know she can be able to enjoy slow sex too until he was the one who did it.

In fact, she was grateful he didn't give in to her and slammed his hard dick into her roughly, or else she would probably need bed rest for a few days!

As the sweet memory hit her mind, she was a blushing mess.

"Gosh. I'm going to turn as red as a tomato if this continues." She muttered under her breath and patted her cheeks a little to get her sanity back and not behave as if she was a fucking hormonal teenager who hit puberty.

She quickly strode to the wardrobe which was filled with her clothes and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry because she clearly protested him to not do that.

But, Ishaan being Ishaan, she couldn't do a thing to convince him. Could she?

With a sigh, her eyes settled on a white sleeveless turtle neck cropped T-shirt, and picked a shaded, ripped, and flared blue Jeans that could go well with the white tee and slipped into it.

Without wasting much time, she grabbed her wallet and had her white sneakers on, and did a few touchups to her hair and face and she was done.

Eyeing one last time at herself in the mirror, she gave a satisfied nod and climbed the steps down when Ishaan was reading the financial newspaper while the financial news channel was kept on the television.

Her eyes fixed on his handsome side profile, his deep eyes, sharp nose, and chiseled jaw and she couldn't help but wonder how can he be so stunning every time in every possible angle?

She shook her head and walked to him when he put his newspaper down and stood up, his lips curled a little, just enough for her to know that he was pleased with her choice of dress.

Of course, she was a fashion designer herself. So how can she have a terrible choice in clothing?

"Let's have breakfast?" Ishaan asked calmly when she nodded and he gestured with his fingers to let her come to him, and she did so a little hesitantly when he had his index and thumb fingers rested on her chin and forced her to see him in the eye, "are you not sore anymore, Kitten?"

"I'm just a bit sore. But I can manage." Mayra mumbled and tried to avert her gaze as maintaining eye contact with him when he was eyeing her with those piercing eyes of his was becoming so fucking tough on her as she feared her heart might burst out with how fastly it was pounding in her inside.

"Good. Are you going somewhere?" He asked with raised brows when she muttered softly, "To the hospital. To check on Mihir."

He gave a faint nod and backed away, while he held her tiny hand in his large one, and stated, "Let's have breakfast first and I'll drop you."