Anyone has watched Criminal Minds? I binge-watched it again from S1-S8 and now my dreams are too twisted and weird :/

Chapter 24. Then do it. Fuck me.

Neither of us says another word until I am back in my room, protected by four walls and a man outside the door. I glance at the change in security with a frown.

"Who is this? Where are you going?"

Nimit avoids my eyes and I instantly know he's hiding something. "I have some work to do."

I feel my anger rising at his audacity. How dare he just leave me after that menacing note? "What work?"

"Greg is good at what he does. He'll be there outside the room tonight." Nimit replies, avoiding my question like he always does. "Don't do anything stupid. Just – just get some sleep. Please."

The door is still slightly ajar, meaning Greg can hear us but I don't care. My blood boils and my nose flares, I fist my hands, throwing a punch at Nimit's chest. "Are you serious? You are leaving me? Now? What the hell do you want with me, Nimit? One minute you kiss me in a bloody grocery store and the next you-"

"Jesus! Shit!" Nimit hisses, eyes widening at my words. He looks around, baffled and shocked at my unfiltered rage. He kicks the door shut and pushes me against the far wall, his fingers are around my neck, not enough to suffocate my wind pipe but enough to leave marks and make me feel breathless. He glares down at me. "What the hell are you trying to do? Have you lost your damn mind? You can't say stuff like that around here, Aisha. Greg must have heard you."

I raise my chin in defiance. "So what? Let me hear, what's there to hide?" I am not quite sure what is wrong with me. Maybe I am sexually frustrated and just need a release or maybe that note has ignited a new fear inside me and I need to get it out of my mind before I start to overthink it all. But I am looking for a fight, something to take my mind off everything toxic and chaotic in my life and he is the perfect choice. I dig my fingers into his arm, looking at him in challenge. "Why not? Are you ashamed of me? Do you like your women more experienced or with a model figure like Vicky?"

There's a light furrow in his eyebrows. He's never heard me speak so callously and his confusion is proof of that. His hold loosens but he doesn't let go, his body presses me further against the wall and I roll my hips against his crotch, feeling him harden. Nimit hisses under his breath, his other hand grabs my waist as he rubs his erection against me and my core responds hungrily.

His eyes darken and there's a flash of understanding but it's gone too soon and replaced by raw lust, mirroring mine. "Your father isn't here but all the staff is. A security man is standing right outside the door and I must admit, if you push your ear against the door, you can hear the voices inside." My eyebrows shoot up, realising that Nimit can hear me in my room. "Greg won't say anything because I am his boss but he would be wondering what the hell I am doing here, inside your room with the door shut. And after that stunt you pulled, he wouldn't have to think much to jump to the right conclusion."

I lift my hands, tracing his biceps and his broad shoulders. "And what conclusion will be jump to? What are we doing?"

"That's what I am asking you, Aisha." Nimit's hand is replaced by his lips, they trace a line of kisses from my ear to the collarbone and I whimper a moan, needing more. "All I want to do is slam you against the wall and fuck you hard and then throw you on the bed and bury my face into your pussy until you pass out from the pleasure and I don't have to worry about you running away."

Oh sweet heavens! My eyes glaze over at his ravenous words and I feel faint, my heart is pounding faster than ever and my insides clench automatically. I am beyond aroused and he's not even kissed me yet.

"Then do it. Fuck me." I whisper, letting my hand inch lower, across his sculpted chest and towards the tempting prize. Nimit growls deep in his throat when my finger curl around his erection and he grabs my jaw, kissing me hard, consuming me.

I let my body take over, unable to focus on anything except for his tongue entering my mouth. This is what I need, him. Just him to forget all the bloody problems in my life.

I kiss him back, moaning loudly into his mouth. He bites my lower lip, flexing his erection into my palms. "Stop moaning so loudly, Greg isn't an idiot."

"Let's go to a hotel!" I mutter distractedly, fumbling to undo his belt. After a couple of seconds, I give up with a low grumble and rip his shirt out of his pants.

"A hotel? Yes, because that's not more suspicious." Nimit replies, his hands lift my skirt, pushing it around my waist. I shiver at the cool air around my bare thighs and gasp when it's replaced by his warm hands. He cups my sex and takes a step back, disbelief and pride in his eyes. "Fuck, you are soaked."

"And you are a tease!" I snap, pulling him closer and starting to undo the shirt buttons with trembling hasty fingers.

"This is a stupid idea, baby. We will get screwed." Despite his conflicted words, he rubs me through the panties and my knees go weak at the sensations unfurling inside me. Every nerve inside me is on fire and my head feels giddy from the rise in endorphins.

"Screwed." I hum, finally undoing the last of his shirt buttons. "That's the aim, to get screwed." I hungrily wander my hands over each line and curve of his beautifully sculpted chest. I stop at the tattoo on his left chest, tracing the small black ink. It's a small tattoo, right under his heart and the cursive ink is hard to read so I squint. "Every day counts? That's your tattoo?"

Nimit gives me a small smile and I have a feeling that it's something to do with his nightmares but I don't ask him anything. Who am I to interrogate him when I am using him to forget my own demons?

So I push all the doubts and fear and insecurities to the back of my mind and I tug his face closer, pressing my mouth to his and grinding myself on his fingers. Hoping that this will erase every bad memory, maybe not forever but at least for now. "Let's help each other forget it all."

Nimit closes his eyes as if pained and despite the hot situation we are in, the kiss is sombre and sweet. His lips move lazily across mine, matching the speed of his fingers. I roll my hips, begging him to go faster but he doesn't. He rests his forehead against mine as I breathe him in, panting heavily and yet trying to sneak in a kiss. Nimit sighs. "You know this is wrong, don't you?"

"It doesn't feel wrong."

I unzip his pants, pulling them down when there's a knock at the door. We both freeze, eyes widening, his hands still on my wet core and mine over his erection. There's another knock and that gets us out of the daze.

Nimit curses under his breath, stepping back and zipping his pants. I whimper at the loss of touch. "No! Let him knock, ignore it." I protest, reaching to grab Nimit again but he's already buttoning his shirt. Without a word, he adjusts my skirt and hair, places a chaste kiss on my lips and then moves to open the door.

A sudden feeling of loss surrounds me and I scream as if he's walking away from my life. "No! Nimit! Please!" The ache in my chest is unbearable, a relentless throb as I let out a pained cry and start sobbing. My emotions are a wreck and tears stream down my face. The knocking intensifies and Nimit looks horrified as I sag onto the floor, sobbing into my palms. "Fucking hell." He mutters under his breath and opens the door.

Even through my ungraceful and frequent sobs, I hear an awkward cough from Greg. "Um, Sir, I – uh, I heard cries and um, you have a meeting to go to, don't you?"

I hear the familiar stern tone in Nimit. "It's fine, Ms. Mehta has had a rough day and she needs her time and some temporary company. I'll cancel the meeting, you can leave."

"Um, leave?"

"Yeah, I'll stay on duty outside Ms. Mehta's room. You go spend the night with your wife."

There's another pause and I wonder if Greg will just walk away. I feel his eyes on me but I dare not lift my face to show him my tearful face. Greg lets out another cough. "Um, if you say so, Sir."

"And Greg..."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Not a word, you understand?"

"Of course, Sir."

The door is slammed shut and then I am cocooned in warm hands. Nimit lifts me and gently puts me on the bed. He forces my hands off my face, gently wiping each cheek. His sweet actions only make me cry more and the concern in his eyes makes me want to crawl into his lap and stay there forever.

Nimit patiently waits until I have no tears left to shed and then pulls him close, rubbing my back. "Want to tell me what is going on? You are angry, aroused, crying, all of it in minutes. What's wrong?"

I shrug a shoulder, staring at my crumbled bedsheet. "Nothing."

He awkwardly clears his throat. "Are you – um, are you on your period? I didn't feel it but-"

He did not just say that! My jaw drops and put my face into my palms again, this time from the sheer amount of embarrassment. "Oh my god! No! Shut up!"

"Then what's wrong?" Nimit asks and I sigh. "I told you, nothing is wrong."

Nimit forces me to look at him, his eyes studying me and his lips pressed in a thin line. "Don't give me that shit, Aisha. I was seconds from having my fingers inside your pussy, just tell me what's wrong?"

I flinch at his dark tone and I know he won't be giving up, not this time. But could I just splay my darkest dread out there? I have never said it out aloud before but now Nimit was looking at him like he'd do anything for my safety and sanity and I trusted him, more than myself.

So I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "That note... until now I didn't want to believe that my mother might have been murdered but now..."

"It could be just a prank, Aisha. An attempt to scare you."

I give him a sad smile and shake my head. "I don't think you believe that either. And somewhere deep deep down in my gut, I always knew, I knew that it wasn't a car accident, it was an assassination." I gulp nervously. "And now they might be after me."

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