Saira's silence seemed to fuel Raj's passion, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he gazed at her. He didn't wait for her to respond, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her skirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
"'Answer me' he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Or should I make you?”
Saira's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but the way he was touching her, the way he was looking at her, made her feel like she was melting into his hands.
She knew Raj. Knew how possessive he could get. Knew that pushing him further would only ignite something far more uncontrollable.
His lips brushed against her ear, his voice turning into a low growl. “Say it.”
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles turning white. The air between them was thick with tension, her silence driving him to the edge.
Then, just when his patience was about to snap, she spoke.
"Im yours," she whispered, her
