Vanshit's smirk widened as he watched Inaya on her knees, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperation. The soundproof room felt even more isolated now, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of his earlier arousal. He leaned back in his chair for a moment, savoring the power he held over her. Slowly, he reached down and zipped up his pants, the sound echoing softly in the quiet space. His 8-inch cock was still semi-hard, throbbing from the interrupted strokes, but he wanted to draw this out, make her beg for it in her own way.

He stood up, towering over her, his muscular frame casting a shadow. Without a word, he closed the distance, grabbing her chin roughly with one hand and tilting her face up. His lips crashed down on hers, forceful and demanding. He kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her fear and the sweetness of her submission. Inaya's body stiffened, her hands pushing weakly at his chest.