Hai ye Nasha, ya hai zeher
Is pyaar ko ham kya naam dein
Kab se adhoori hai ek daastaan
Aajaa use aaj anjaam dein...
TARA JINDAL—
His lips crashed against mine so suddenly, I was left dumbfounded. He was kissing me, deeply, passionately. I wasn’t. My eyes shut tight, unable to hold on as his actions didn’t allow me to even react.
My heart pounded wildly when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, sucking, licking, savoring every corner of my mouth. And me? I was letting him. I should have pushed him away, should have fought his proximity and dominance, but I couldn’t. I hated this man to my core. Then, why he affected me so much, why my mind and body melted before him this easily?
And maybe, just maybe he knew that.
He sucked on my bottom lip hard, like he was starving for it, I moaned, craving more of it. His body weight wasn’t on me, it rested on his one arm as he deepened his torture on my mouth, his one hand slid to the zip of my gown, dragging me back to my senses.
He pulled back for a moment and rested his forehead against mine, his gaze deep and intense.
Meanwhile, I struggled to catch my breath. My eyes flicked to his, his gaze was dark with desire. Desire of me? Of course not. But my body definitely.
“You—and every part of you belongs to me!” He said, his voice husky, nowhere soft.
“Not even in your dreams, psycho!” I shot back, inhaling sharply.
He scoffed, his expressions stayed dark and cold as his mouth found my skin once again. He teeth sank into my collarbone, sensually moving to my cleavage as he undid the zip of my gown.
“I—I hate you!” I whispered, turning my face away.
“Then push me away,” He mouthed, observing my expression as he cradled my face into his large palm and made me look back at him. “Say you don’t want this, and I promise I won’t touch you.”
The way he said those words, I wanted to—I don’t know. I was not sane enough to comprehend anything at the moment.
I was letting him have me, again? Last time, I was intoxicated. But now, why did I let him take control over me? No matter how much tried to act all fierce, I did feel small before him. I knew this would end making me curse my own self. Still I didn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.
“You’re mine, you make me lose my sanity. Your presence affects me like to hell. You make me someone who I am not.” he murmured, his voice rough.
“You’re just an obsessed brat!” I sucked the air shakily.
“Then I am obsessed. I am obsessed with every part and every inch of you. And you can’t even imagine how dangerous this obsession is for you.”
I tensed at his words.
His brushed mine again. Not a quite kiss.
Drowsy, my lashes trembled as I found myself torn between pushing him away and wanting him closer.
His body hovered over me, and once again, his mouth trapped mine. This time, I didn’t even try to pull back. I surrendered, not caring about the consequences, or anything. I just wanted him at this moment.
He kissed me roughly, hungrily, and I tugged at his hair with the heat as he swallowed my cries. In one smooth motion, he stripped off the gown off my body and threw it aside, I whimpered.
“I can’t—” I flinched, shame invading my sense.
“Shh baby, nothing is hidden from me!” he responded with a slight smirk, continuing to trace my skin.
His mouth licked and sucked my neck, collarbone, I groaned lightly as he bit my flesh hard.
My throat went dry, feeling his hand cupping my breast, he pinched on my nipple hard and I cried, consumed by the pleasure. Then, he lowered himself and took it into his mouth. My face heated up, his other hand touched my exposed skin as if he owned me, before it found my core.
My lips parted.
He circled my clit, “So this slick and messed up your hate looks.”
“You—”
“You’re not allowed to talk.” He interrupted, before he bent and sucked on one of my breasts harder. My head arched back, pleasure building through my skin. I never experienced this. And this—was forbidden, in every way.
He bit my bud, his gaze never leaving my face, then very sensually, his tongue moved over my hard nipple. I breathed heavily, feeling the slicking of his saliva on my nipples.
Then, suddenly, he pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Take off my shirt!” He commanded, as I was going to obey him.
I shook my head in defiance.
“You don’t want me to leave you like this, right?” His voice turned darker.
Blind in need, I didn’t react for a moment.
Then, my fingers instinctively came up, undoing the buttons of his shirt as I took it off his body.
“Good girl,” He praised, “Now seduce me.”
”Wh—What?” I stuttered in complete disbelief.
“I don’t repeat my words.”
“I’m not gonna anything like that!” I retorted.
Why did he say that? I couldn’t understand what did he want by those words.
“So stubborn.” A devilish smirk pulled at his lips, his thumb moved against my clit and my legs shook. He was teasing me, to the fullest, I won’t let him have that satisfaction. My nails dug into his clothed shoulders as he parted my thighs.
“You—”
“Let me admire before I devour these delicate legs.” He husked.
And with that, he dropped his face deep into my thighs. The moment I felt his tongue licking my core, I fisted the mattress beneath me. My eyes squeezed, it was maddening, I was losing my mind.
Fuck.
I never felt this insane before.
“So you’re wet enough to take my fingers inside you.” He rasped into my thighs, his fingers parted my slick folds. I didn’t open my eyes, my hands clutching onto his shoulders tighter and tighter.
And then-
He pushed his two fingers inside me, without any warning, I cried out. My legs shivered with the sudden invasion. It was painful, my walls clenched around his thick fingers, sweat trickled past my forehead as I groaned.
He moved his fingers back and forth inside me, no rush, just a steady pace. I shuddered as every time he pulled them out, only to plunge them deeper into me.
“Aaaah... I— aah” I moaned, screamed, feeling a strange pressure building in my lower body. It was too much.
“Say you hate me.” His voice rang into my ears.
“I—I hate you!” I managed to say it without any hesitation.
My eyes stayed shut, nails scratching his neck and chest like a wild kitten.
“Again.” This time, he thrust three fingers into me. My eyes shot open, I screamed louder, not caring if anyone heard it. He didn’t stop. Instead, he curled his fingers deep into my cunt and it burnt. All my remaining thinking power went shut.
“I... I hate y... you.”
“Again.” He flattened his fingers, letting me breath, his eyes devouring mine. I was restless than ever, It was too much.
“I hate—you—you.”
“Again.” He didn’t fasten his pace, yet, I was limp, breathless, my eyes smudged.
“I...I can’t,” I didn’t realise when my head fell back on his shoulder, my chest heaving as I felt lifeless. As if my soul was about to leave my body.
“Too fragile,” He pulled his fingers out.
“Now like a good girl—cum on my fingers!” He commanded, pecking my lips.
I looked up briefly, on the verge of blacking out, then, the ecstasy took over me. The wetness pooled beneath, soaking his fingers and the mattress.
“Good girl.” He smirked.
“I—I’m tired... why..” I muttered, gathering everything I was left with.
“Relax, you just squirted.” He lifted my body against him slightly.
And then, I didn’t know what happened as I darkness engulfed me.
When I felt conscious again, I was in someone’s arms, trapped in a strong hold. I sighed before my lids completely parted, only for them to linger on that man’s face. My gaze wandered over us, I laid on his chest, my body swallowed in his black shirt. But then, everything I did last night came back, I... I let him use me.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I cursed.
I couldn’t blame him, or anyone, when I was the one who played along.
How could I—
When I knew this man was using me, for his enmity, for his unhealthy obsession. He would just throw me once he’s done with all that.
My eyes burned, I tried to move, just a little, but couldn’t. His body was too big for me push it even slightly.
And then, out of nowhere, his throaty, deep voice came “Don’t make me lose my control.” I blinked at him with disbelief.
He was already awake?!
But his eyes stayed shut, his palm flattened over my lower back under the shirt.
“You’re awake?!” I quickly asked.
He sat up, making me straddle him as he answered. “Of course, how can I sleep when you’re this close to me.”
For a moment, I didn’t understand how to react.
But it didn’t take long for the dam in me to break-
“Why are you doing this?! Please... let me go! Please I beg you! You’re scary, I don’t like you! I can’t stay with you.” I babbled, crying like a child.
“Stop crying.” He ordered, his tone cold and emotionless as he studied my face.
I went still.
He stood up, his one arm holding me by my waist as he made our way to the bathroom. My legs curled around his torso instinctively, hands pressed to his naked chest as I didn’t slip.
He put me down on the counter, my legs dangled in the air as I peered at him.
I didn’t speak for a long moment, still in his arm as set the temperature of the water.
Then, I couldn’t help but ask him one last time. “Tum mujhe kabhi jaane nahi doge kya?”
(Won’t you ever let me go?)
I knew I was dumb to ask this, dumb to think my words would melt his heart even a little. He was a monster, wasn’t he? He didn’t care what I felt in this hell of his?
“Kabhi nahi.” He replied, leaning closer to my face.
(Never)
And with those words, he broke that slightest hope in me. “Tum Boht bure ho! Boht zyada!” I winced.
“Indeed,” He said, looking deeper into my eyes. “This little mind of yours can’t even think how bad I am. So you better don’t provoke me to show you how worse I am. And I can be.”
It was a warning.
I stared into his eyes, they were both calm and stormy, as if holding the depths I wasn’t ready to understand.
Meanwhile, I was lost, my fingers slightly digging into his chest as he stood between my legs. He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath and I realised he was controlling himself.
“Freshen up.” He said, and left from there without sparing me another glance.
The moment he went out of the sight, I seized my mouth with my hand and screamed as louder as I could. I needed to calm myself, anyhow.
I hated myself for being helpless, for letting this man use me. I never wanted to admit that, but yeah, I felt fragile and someone who had been caged for no reason.
I missed my father, my brother, my family. I wanted them to take me away from this place. Turning on the shower, I closed my eyes.
Almost an hour passed when I came out from the bathroom, I wasn’t crying anymore. It was done. I stepped into the closet room, every kind out outfits, accessories, from Western to Indian, were lined up here. I had no interest in any of them, simply because they were given by him.
I just picked a soft pink mid-thigh middie and wore it. I had nothing to do, and I couldn’t just sit either. So I stood up and started searching this room, hoping I would find anything that could help me.
A few minutes slipped like that.
That’s when I opened the side drawer and my breath caught. There was a gun lying it. A real gun. I couldn’t believe it. Slowly, carefully, I picked it up, it was too heavy, at least for me.
Yes. I could use it.
Against him.
To get out of this place.
Meanwhile, I was plotting, the sound of door opening clicked and the gun slipped from my hands before I could even register.
To be continued ~
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