But Xanqer's expression was stern. "What are you wearing?" he demanded, his eyes raking over her outfit.

  Meesha blinked in confusion, and she looked down at her clothes. "What's wrong with it?"

  Xanqer's eyes flashed with possession. "Your skirt is too short and your top is too revealing?"

  Meesha looked up at him, her eyes wide with confusion. "Too short?" she repeated.

  Xanqer reached out and grasped Meesha's arm, his fingers closing around it like a vice. "We're going home," he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "Now."

  As she was pulled away, Meesha couldn't understand what was wrong with her clothes and why Xanqer was acting so possessive.

  After they went into the backseat of Xanqer's car, Davis drove off.

  Xanqer pressed a button, then a barrier pulled up slowly, blocking the front seat from the backseat.

  Meesha asked him sheepishly. "Xanqer, what did I do wrong?"

  Xanqer's veins bulged. "You still don't get it?"

  Meesha shook her head, her eyes innocent.

  Xanqer's gaze dropped to Meesha's skirt, his fingers instinctively reaching out to grasp the hem. "I don't want you wearing anything that shows this much skin," he growled, his voice low and disapproving. "You're mine, Meesha. I won't have other men ogling over you."

  Meesha felt a sense of realization dawn on her. "Oh, I get it now, you're jealous, aren't you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

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  Xanqer's expression darkened, his grip on her skirt tightening. "Meesha, don't play games with me," he warned, his voice dripping with a low, husky menace. "I mean it. You're mine, and I won't have other men ogling you."

  Meesha felt amused as she continued to tease Xanqer. "Oh, I'm shaking with fear," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're so possessive. This skirt isn't even that short."

  Xanqer's expression darkened further, his jaw clenched in anger. "You think this is funny, Meesha?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You think it's amusing to taunt me like this?"

  Meesha leaned in closer, her face inches from Xanqer's. "I'm not taunting you, Xanqer," she whispered, blinking her eyes. "I'm just stating facts. You're just jealous because you can't take your eyes off me."

  Xanqer's eyes flashed, but Meesha could see the desire simmering beneath the surface. He was torn between his need to control her and his desire to ravish her.

  Suddenly, Xanqer's hand shot out, grasping Meesha's waist. He pulled her closer, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You're playing with fire, Meesha," he warned, his voice low and husky. "You're pushing me to the edge, and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on."

  Meesha's heart skipped a beat as she felt the heat emanating from Xanqer's body. She knew she was taking a risk by teasing him, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the darkness within him, the possessiveness that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

  "I'm not afraid of you, Xanqer," Meesha whispered, her voice barely audible.

  Suddenly, Xanqer pushed her shoulders against the seat, his body pressing against hers.

  Xanqer's lips crashed down on Meesha's, his kiss hot and demanding. Meesha felt herself melting into his arms, her body responding to his touch.

  As they kissed, Meesha felt Xanqer's hand slide up her thigh, his fingers brushing against her skin. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he touched her, his possessiveness igniting a fire within her.

  Meesha knew she was in trouble. She was falling deeper and deeper under Xanqer's spell, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to escape.

  Xanqer lips crashed unto her, demanding and unforgiving, leaving her breathless. Meesha felt his hands roaming all over her body – on her legs, her waists, on her chest, up to her bare shoulders, relaying his possessiveness.

  He suddenly detached from her, and Meesha gasped for air.

  Xanqer's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a low growl. "If I see one more man looking at you like that, I'll lose my mind," he said, his words dripping with possessiveness. "You're mine, Meesha. Only mine."

  Meesha felt a shiver run down her spine as she met Xanqer's intense gaze. She knew that look, that tone – it was the sound of Xanqer's possessiveness boiling over.

  Xanqer grabbed her breasts - a possessive gesture. "Meesha, these are mine, not anyone else's. I own you, you're mine. Body and soul."

  Meesha threw her head back, her body responding to his touch. "I'm sorry," Meesha whispered. "I didn't mean to make you jealous."

  Xanqer's hand slid up her shoulders, his lips grazing on her neck. "You have no idea what you do to me, Meesha," he growled, his voice low and husky. "You're the only one who can drive me crazy like this."

  Meesha felt herself melting into Xanqer's touch, her body responding to his desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their lips clashed in a fierce, passionate kiss. He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers as he deepened the kiss.

  Meesha felt herself getting lost in the storm, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was in danger of being consumed by Xanqer's passion, but she couldn't help herself.