To hell with the clan!

To hell with the clan, Sabrina thought. She will get a divorce from Dashen and marry Kavan immediately. The very next day even, if that is possible at all.

"I will talk to Dashen and get a divorce from him, in fact, why don't we go confront him together now?" she asked Kavan. He looked surprise by her suggestion.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes of course, like I said, I will marry you in a heartbeat and the only thing stopping us is my fake marriage to Dashen so let's get my divorce settled first and don't worry, he won't send men to beat you up or anything," she said.

"Alright…don't you think this is a bit too fast? We barely know each other," he said. "Also, I have not forgiven you for lying to me,"

"Look, you omitted telling me about your background and everything so lets call it even, okay?"

He had the courtesy to look slightly guilty.

"Well, I am in hiding from my family and I didn't lie to you about them so that's different," he said sheepishly.

"Nope, an omission is sort of a lie and a lie is a lie…and there you were, behaving all high and mighty about me lying to you!" she has to get it out. She has a chance now to make him see why sometimes a tiny white lie doesn't mean anything. Just like his omission which can be construed as a lie too.

She took out her phone and dialled Dashen's number. He picked up after the eighth ring, just as it was about to go to voicemail. Typical.

"What…is…it….?" he panted into the phone. Sabrina stared at the phone. Did she just interrupt something?

One word. Ew.

"Dashen, where are you and Meera?" she asked. "We need to talk," She doesn't care what they are doing. They can be in the middle of coitus for all she cared.

"We… err…ohhhh…I…ummm….oh Meerrrrraaa….ohhh darling…" he groaned. Sabrina wanted to gag. Ewwww that was gross. It's like listening to your brother or father having sex.

"Look, I can't talk, maybe tomorrow," he snapped at her and then the tone went dead.

She placed the phone on the table. She wished she can scrub her ears clean. The sound of Dashen moaning is something she never wanted to hear. Ever. She shuddered in disgust then she noticed Kavan looking at her enquiringly.

"Well?What did he say?" he asked.

"I need to wash my ear out with bleach and then again with more bleach…ugghhh…that was gross," she told him. He looked at her puzzled.

"They were having sex, what was he thinking answering my call in the middle of having sex with Meera…" she complained.

"Oh…"

"Hey, since they are having some fun, we should too," she suggested. She went to him and sat on his lap, linking her hands behind his neck.

"Make up sex is the best kind of sex you know," she whispered to him and kissed him. His hands went around her waist and he returned her kiss, their tongues duelling.

"I missed you Kav," she murmured against his lips. She shifted to straddle him, grinding her groin against his. He is already stiffening underneath her. At least he still desired her.

"I don't think we should do this…" he said suddenly, breaking their kiss. He looked deep into her eyes. Desire is written all over his face.

"Why not? You locked the door…we can do whatever we want before your next class starts," she said. She released him and grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head, revealing her lace covered breasts underneath.

"Actually, the students might be arriving soon," he said but made no move to stop her when she shifted, kicked off her pants and continued straddling him in just her lacy bra and underwear.

"Then, we better make it fast," she murmured. She pulled at his top and he let her pull it off him, revealing his sculpted chest and washboard abs underneath. She placed her palms on his chest and sighed reverently. She bend and kissed his chest, still slightly moist and salty from sweat. She doesn't mind some sweat. He groaned and then he was crushing her against him. He smashed his mouth over hers while his hand unclasped her bra and pulled it off, discarding it easily. She pushed his pants down, releasing his taut arousal. He released her mouth and honed in on her breasts, taking them into his mouth. She arched in pleasure.

She shifted, pushed aside her panties and and guided him into her moist domain. They both groaned in unison. Then she started moving and he grabbed her butt, thrusting into her as she ride him, the chair creaking underneath both their weight.

"You feel so good," he grunted through the sounds of their slapping flesh.

"Let's try a yoga position," she suggested. She stood up, immediately missing the feel of him inside her. She bend down and lifted a leg high up into a standing split, opening up for him. He shifted the chair and braced himself on it before thrusting into her from behind.

They both gasped.

"That's so good…" Sabrina groaned. He grunted in respond and started pounding into her hard. Each thrust filled her entirely and her stroked her G spot as he moved in and out that she could feel waves of pleasure overcoming her. She was crashing over and screaming her release, her single leg on the floor buckling and he quickly held her. He withdrew and gently lay her on the floor. He pushed one leg high up, pulled her up high, kneeling before her, he thrusted into her again. Groans filled the room.

"I….don't…. Have…. protection…should…I…take…it…out…" he grunted, saying each word in between thrusts.

"No…no…I am so close…please…." She begged. He didn't reply but pushed into her again and again till both of them are swallowed up by wave after wave of pleasure. He emptied into her, shuddering before releasing her leg and he tumbled down to lie down next to her, panting.

"That was…" she started to say.

"Phenomenal," he continued her sentence.

It is true. Make up sex is the best. They lay there for a while catching their breath when there was a knock on the door.

"Oh must be the students…." Kavan said but he made no move to get up.

"Must be," she agreed. She too made no move to get up.

The knocking continued.

"Kavan? Are you in there? Hello?" A woman's voice was calling from outside. "Don't pretend you are not there, I saw the light was on, you must be in there! Open the door! "

Sabrina wondered which bold student this is. Her bones have all melted from that 'hot yoga' session with Kavan, she could barely move.

However, Kavan sat up, a panicked expression on his face when he heard the voice. He pulled up his pants and searched for his shirt. He quickly pulled it on. He gave Sabrina her clothes.

"Put it on, I have to open the door," he said urgently. He went to a mirror and studied his face, smoothing his tousled hair, brushing through it with his fingers.

"Why? Who is it?" Sabrina sat up, languidly putting on her bra and blouse. She adjusted her panties before pulling back her pants.

"Are you decent?" he glanced at her and seeing that she looked presentable, albeit slightly sweaty and flushed, he nodded at her. "Just maybe smoothen your hair a bit," he told her.

"Who is it?" she asked again.

He didn't reply. Instead, he took a deep breath, unlocked the door and pulled it open.