As Rohan's voice echoed from the hallway, oblivious and cheerful, Ryan's teasing smile widened into something predatory, his eyes flicking toward Ishani with a silent promise that made her pulse race. She excused herself under the pretense of fetching a drink, her heart pounding as she slipped down the corridor to her room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Minutes later, the soft creak of floorboards announced Ryan's arrival; he eased inside, closing it behind him with a click that sealed them in their secret world. His body pressed against hers in an instant, pinning her to the door, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I've been dying to taste that sweet cunt of yours, Ishani. Every glance, every fucking brush of your thigh—it's driven me insane. Your brother's out there, clueless, while all I can think about is burying my cock deep inside you and making you scream."