A/N: The smut sequence mentioned in this chapter, do not try that in real life. Please. It is just for fictional enjoyment.
She shifts against my thigh, sitting curled up, physically with me, mentally in another world. The words I just brushed against her ear pull her out almost instantly, fear and anticipation oozing in those honey-brown eyes.
And as much as I enjoy unsettling her, at this moment, she’s genuinely vulnerable, yet trying too hard to act normal.
I gaze down at her face, her cheeks, her flushed little nose, and her lips before my focus settles on her eyes, lingering there.
The tension in her features clearly says her brother has stuffed her brain with useless shit.
Reaching forward, I pour myself a glass of wine while she lifts her juice to her lips. “So, what did you do all the day?” I ask quietly.
Her brows crease. She takes a sip before beginning, “I was in my studio all day. Then I came back, got ready, and waited for you. You came late.”
Taking a sip, I set the glass down.
And as she speaks, my eyes settle on the bite mark on her collarbone, the skin around it still warm and red.
Without interrupting her, I bring my hand to the mark, smoothing my thumb over it in slow, back-and-forth strokes. She whimpers at the sting, her pulse fluttering beneath my palm.
Her lips part. “Aayansh…”
There she is.
My thumb keeps running across the mark. “Hmm. Listening.”
Her soft fingers trail across my bare chest, her warm breath fanning my skin. “Do you think our relationship is... perfect? I mean... my brother doesn’t like us together. He thinks you’re not... safe for me. And...” She hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper. “... you’ll hurt me. Will you?”
My thumb stills. And I look straight into her eyes. “What do you think?”
She tears her gaze away, as though afraid I’ll read every thought behind those eyes.
“I don't know what to think anymore!” she blurts. “I love you. Nothing can change that, but the way you manipulated me into this marriage... that wasn’t right. If you loved me, you should’ve proposed to me. I would’ve said no back then anyway, but—” Her tongue slips between her teeth as she realizes what she’s just said.
Silence settles. I stay quiet, waiting for her to say everything she’s been holding back.
Then, she sighs. “I’ve made countless mistakes in my life,” she trails off, moisture gathering beneath those thick lashes as she stares at me. “Choosing you for the very first time is one of them. That time, I did it out of hurt, confusion and... and because you twisted every emotion I had.”
Her fingers come up to my shoulders, as she bleeds her heart out. “But this time... When I stayed even after seeing who you are... It was because I love you. With everything that’s alive in me. And nothing has made me feel this insane. Nothing.”
Her words satisfy the part of me that loves instilling the thought of me so deeply into her mind that everyone, and everything else in her world ceases to exist. Just me.
Like she’s embedded in every part of me.
“Why is everything so complicated between us…”
“Why—”
I press my thumb to her lips.
We both look into each other’s eyes. Silently. Deeply. Completely.
She blinks once. Twice. I don’t.
I remove my thumb, letting my palm cradle her cheek.
“I don’t love like you,” I whisper, wanting her to see the truth. “Because I have nothing pure inside me.”
She doesn’t interrupt... Just listens. Curious. Uncertain. Dazed.
My fingers close around her wrist, placing her hand over my chest. “What’s beating here is a black heart... that rarely feels anything.”
She holds my gaze, trying to see if these are just words, or the truth she hasn’t completely understood.
I leave that to her.
And then, she reaches forward, melting into my arms like she’s finally letting herself fall.
And I know I have no interest in fixing what I did in the past to get her, but rewriting certain parts of it... for her, is something I’d never refuse.
I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer until she settles against me. Just then, her expression drops, and she rubs her chest. “I—I want to go to the washroom!”
She pushes herself up and hurries toward the washroom. I shut my eyes, a muscle in my jaw twitching.
10 Minutes Later—
The bell outside their room rings. Once. Twice.
Aayansh’s fingers close around the handle as he pulls the door open, and there stands Aashika, already glaring at him as he’s offended her entire existence.
“I need to talk,” She says firmly.
He casually leans against the doorframe, folding his arms as he watches her with an unreadable expression.
She lets out a quiet sigh before speaking. “What did you say that time? That I’m your sister, and that can't protect me from you, huh?” She cocks a brow, folding her arms across her chest. “You really think that scares me?”
A slight, mocking grin twists his lips. “Right. That’s why you’re here at midnight.”
Aashika’s eyes narrow. "I'm here to clear things up," she says firmly. "And what was that in the basement? 'No one's hands should get on you.' Who are you to decide that?”
She exhales through her nose, all traces of softness gone. “Aayansh, you know I don't like anyone getting into my matters. I don’t need you to protect me—”
“You don't,” he cuts in, his voice calm and even. “And I have no interest in interfering in your life. Do whatever you want. But what happened today should never happen again.”
“Oh, is it?” Aashika sneers, “Agar hua toh kya karoge tum…”
Just then, a faint sound comes from inside the room.
Aashika instinctively turns toward it, but before she can even glance inside the room–
“Eyes here.” Aayansh's cold voice stops her.
Inside, Tara—standing in nothing but Aayansh’s T-shirt—stiffens at the sound of his voice, realizing someone is there at the door.
The offense on Aashika’s face deepens.
“You ordered me?” She barks.
Aayansh doesn’t bother replying, looking at her with bored indifference.
But then, Tara calls from inside the room. “Aayansh... who’s there?”
Aayansh keeps staring at Aashika the same way and after a brief hesitation, she exhales. “I think... I shouldn't have come at this time.”
“Good realization.” With that, he shuts the door in her face.
“You—!” Aashika curses, but the door is already closed.
Back inside, Aayansh walks straight to the closet. Tara watches him, confused. Moments later, he steps out wearing a black leather jacket over a T-shirt and pants, a black hoodie in one hand.
He walks to Tara. Without a word, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close. Her hands instinctively come to rest against his chest as she blinks up at him. “Kya kar rahe ho…”
His fingers hook beneath the hem of the T-shirt before he eases it off her in one smooth motion.
“We’re going out,” he murmurs as he slips the hoodie over her, and Tara’s eyes instantly light up.
“Where?!”
The oversized hoodie nearly swallows her whole, the hem brushing her knees while the sleeves hang past her hands, making her look even smaller inside it.
Pulling the hood over her head, he grabs his car keys, takes her by the wrist and leads her out. “Dekh lena.”
The private lift takes them outside the estate, where his black Bugatti is already waiting.
Opening the driver’s door, instead of settling her into the passenger seat, he lifts her onto his lap in the driver's seat.
Moments later, the Bugatti rolls onto the quiet streets. Seated on Aayansh’s lap, Tara gazes out the open window as the cool night air brushes against her face.
And while she remains lost in the view outside, Aayansh’s one hand stays on the steering wheel, and the other beneath her hoodie, caressing her soft skin as he drives.
Then, all of a sudden, she points excitedly at something outside. “Woh kitna achha hai!”
Without even glancing at what she’s pointing to, he dips his head, his voice a low husk against her ear. “Mujhse bhi achha, hm?”
Tara’s eyes lift to his face. For a moment, she simply stares. Then, pushing herself up, she presses a kiss to his cheek. “Nahi,” she murmurs. “Tumse achha to kuch nahi hai.”
A few more minutes pass the same way. With busy scrolling through his phone, Tara is now officially bored.
That’s when a wicked glint flickers across her eyes. With deliberate innocence, she shifts against him, fully intending to make him uncomfortable.
Aayansh doesn’t react in the slightest. His fingers continue their slow strokes beneath her hoodie.
Tara's eyes narrow in offense. Refusing to give up, she shifts again, pressing herself closer until she’s almost brushing against his crotch.
...and starts rocking against him with slow, seductive movements.
Five Minutes Later—
Lips parted, eyes shut tight in the haze of pleasure, Tara doesn’t pull her face out, seated entirely on his clothed c0ck, grinding her bare, dripping cunt on his hard as steel... massive bulge.
With one hand on the steering wheel, Aayansh drags his eyes from her to the road ahead. Then, he slowly shuts them, lowering his head until it brushes against her hair, and takes a deep breath, as though taming something monstrous within him.
Tara’s fingers clutch his shoulders, her hoodie is bunched just above her waist, the night air caressing her bare skin as she rocks against him with agonising slowness—dry humping him—every movement sending electric shocks skittering down her spine.
"Ah-fuck," she moans, refusing to back down.
And in the next breath, Aayansh’s large palm closes around her hip, hauling her forward mercilessly.
She whimpers, her soft folds split against the rough fabrics of his pants. Now her clit is crushed directly against his clothed c0ck.
A fresh jolt of adrenaline tears through them both.
He doesn't ease off the accelerator. Instead, he shifts gears, letting the savage rush of speed and wind consume their heated bodies.
"Aah-yansh," Tara shudders against him, the fabric dragging deeper into her throbbing clit. "Stop... stop the car."
He lowers his mouth to her ear, his voice rough as he commands, "Keep. Moving. Your. Hips."
Tara grits her teeth, her thoughts freezing at the horrifying possibility of them crashing while doing this.
Still, her ass keeps bouncing against his hardness. Tears sting her eyes as the pressure low in her body mounts.
Terror. Thrill. Lust... all of it crash over her at once, leaving her breathless.
Aayansh sinks his teeth into her earlobe, sucking the soft cartilage in a slow, brutal rhythm, all while his dark eyes are fixed on the road. The Bugatti hurtles forward at breakneck speed, slicing past oncoming traffic without him missing a beat.
One wrong second—is all it would take to turn this streak into a brutal crash.
Down there, his hand moves to Tara’s thigh.
She's already trembling with fear as she stammers, "Aayansh... w-we'll crash. Please... slow down." She lifts her eyes to his. "I don't want to... die.”
For that one moment, he lowers his gaze, meeting her eyes that hold nothing but complete trust in him.
Then a slow, dark smirk curves his lips. "You will experience that," he murmurs. "But not in a crash."
Her brows crease. “What do you-”
Just as an oncoming car barrels toward them, Aayansh's eyes snap up.
Tara's heart lurches. She throws herself tighter against his chest, clinging to him.
In the very next second, he throws the Bugatti into a vicious sideways drift. The violent screech of tires rings in their ears.
With that, the Bugatti slices into another lane, never once easing off the speed.
But this road is far less chaotic.
Tara, so overwhelmed by terror that the edges of her vision begin to blur.
Aayansh leans in, pressing his lips to her shoulder.
His sharp gaze is still divided between her and the road as without moving an inch, Tara snaps. “You're... mad!”
Then, feeling the dampness between her thighs, she realizes something and looks down.
With that, a wave of pure embarrassment washes over her.
She has literally squirted on him, the hot liquid gushing from her core, drenching his pants and pooling heavily into the expensive leather seat. Even though he hadn't truly touched her.
Her muscles are slack, her chest heaving in the aftermath, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.
What the fuck is wrong with me? She screams mentally.
But tonight, she isn't in the mood to back down.
She looks up, bliss clouding her vision as she breathes, "I-I want you. Right now."
Aayansh's own forehead is damp with a fine sheen of sweat as he calmly shifts the Bugatti into automatic mode. Removing his leather jacket, he rolls his broad shoulders once and says. “Learn to snatch what you want, Mià.”
His cock is throbbing with pain, yet he doesn't rush, because this time, he wants her to take control.
He tosses the jacket onto the backseat. "You've already soaked my cock with your own lube," he murmurs, his thumb coming down at her bottom lip, slowly rubbing over it. His eyes never leave hers as he continues, "Now—wrap those delicate fingers around it and push it deep inside you."
If anything, Tara doesn't flinch, despite the exhaustion weighing down her body. "But... at least stop the ca-"
Aayansh's thumb presses on her lips, his eyes turning darker. "Shhh."
For a long moment, Tara holds his gaze. Her thighs are still pressed against his, a wicked glint dancing in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Aayansh looks at the road ahead, headlights flashing across his face while the wind gushes through the open window.
That's when Tara's hands move to unbuckle his belt. The sharp metallic clink sounds almost unholy inside the rushing car.
She moves slowly, as though the car isn't tearing down the road at all.
This time, Aayansh doesn’t pull her closer, doesn't even lay a finger on her.
And just like that, she unzips his pants.
Her hands slip inside, soft fingers wrapping around his hardened-steel length. And feeling the huge weight within her palms, a husky moan rolls off her tongue.
Aayansh’s gaze drop to her, his eyes turning red, the veins across his forehead bulging with the sheer force of his self-control.
Watching him, Tara’s lips curl into a wicked smirk. "Now let me worship my beast," she murmurs shakily. "...in my way."
With that, her fingers begin to move, rhythmically stroking him from tip to base.
Pleasure pools at the base of Aayansh's spine, yet none of it shows on his face. However, he's delighted that, this time, Tara is not surrendering.
She's constantly pushing both him and herself to their filthiest limits.
She moans, her voice choked in pleasure. "You're so... so huge."
How do I even take this thing inside me? Her intrusive brain cells kick in, and she can't help but feel proud of herself.
Then, she lifts herself a little closer, letting their lips meet. "For now, your safe word is... Amour." she whispers, instructing him softly.
She waits there, watching him closely, wanting to know if he wants to offer her one too.
Taking the moment, without even touching her, Aayansh traps her bottom lip between his teeth and she winces.
He then pecks her lips, whispering against her mouth, "If you can make me come before I'm ready, you're safe from me."
A pause. “Amour.”
Tara startles, her eyes flashing with defiance as she touches her bruised lip. Instead of pulling away, she drags herself forward, her gaze locked with his as she positions the blunt head of his cock right at her entrance.
Even knowing it will hurt and that her body is already exhausted, she still doesn't back down.
Aayansh eases the car into a slower pace, knowing their position is no longer safe, yet he doesn't bring it to a stop.
Meanwhile, Tara slowly-excruciatingly slowly-begins pushing his throbbing cock inside her.
A sharp cry escapes her as the tip presses inside, tears burn in her eyes.
Ignoring the sting and the sudden, forceful stretch in her vagina, she manages to take a few more inches.
There is no pleasure. Only pain.
A low grunt rumbles from Aayansh’s throat.
Every instinct urges him to drag her into the backseat and take her mercilessly. Yet, he doesn't initiate a thing.
"R-remember, you-you have a safe word," Tara gasps, preventing her head from falling back with every ounce of her strength. "I'm n-not cruel like.. like you. I will st-stop."
Two weeks.
Almost two weeks since I've prevented myself from pushing my cock inside her. When all I wanted to pin her down, embed myself so deep inside her until she's wrecked, until she trembles and cries my name.
But ever since her miscarriage and the heavy medications that followed, I've kept my hunger and sadism on a tight leash. For months.
I didn't want to hurt her—until she was ready.
Just because she’s grown more sensitive.
But right now, the way she's being daring enough to test my limits, that settles a deep satisfaction within me.
As much as I like her being a delicate little girl for me, yet fierce enough to crush the world, this version of hers is far more tempting.
Especially when I'm going to break this boldness bit by bit until I get that sweet wife of mine back beneath me.
And enduring this physical pain for that is the least.
She has barely taken a few inches of me, not even half, yet her body is already coming undone while she desperately tries to keep herself together.
Amusing... and, unexpectedly, surprising.
And the way she's sitting still, not realizing she's only making her pain worse.
Adorable.
Her soft vaginal muscles are trying to squeeze my shaft just right.
"Aaaaah," she pants, scratching my neck like a frustrated kitten. "Can't you... you just use the safe word."
I smirk as a bead of sweat trickles down my forehead, falling straight onto her lips.
I drag in a slow breath, sliding my mouth down to her ear, enamored by the way she's still fighting her submissive instincts. “Move your hips—up and down.”
She peers up at me through tear-blurred, smudged eyes, confusion clouding her expression. Before it clicks behind that hazy, desperate gaze.
She shifts slightly, repositioning herself on me, my cock brushes against her belly for the briefest second.
Fuck.
The engine roars. Headlights slice through the darkness as relentless wind rushes in through the open window.
I don't touch her. For now.
My fingers curl around the steering wheel, guiding the car with practiced precision. The road ahead is clear. Not a single vehicle in sight.
Her fingers tighten around my cock, guiding it just a few inches inside her. Then her hips shift into hesitant, clumsy circles as she tries to ride me, each movement uncertain.
Her loud cries, my low grunts, and the flesh hitting flesh echo through the car.
She pleasures herself on her own terms, taking only what she wants, yet wanting me just as desperately.
"Aaah-yahnsh," she bites her lips, continuous tears rolling down her lashes. "Aah, fuck-I can't."
From the look on her face and the way she’s moving, I can tell her body is slowly going numb with pleasure.
Still, she doesn't stop.
And I don't want her to.
I'm nowhere near my release. Her efforts only feed the hunger, never satisfying it. My body demands far more than these sweet, clumsy little attempts.
And it's so fucking agonizing.
She doesn't realise when her slow movements turn into senseless jumping.
The exact moment, I swerve the car so intensely that my dick hits right at the perfect spot inside her.
She shudders against me, her eyes squeezing shut, her orgasm already tightening her hole.
I brace my hand lightly against her abdomen, letting her feel the press of my cock moving beneath her skin, and keeping her spine from arching too far. My other hand remains on the gearshift.
Sweat-soaked strands cling to her face as she chokes out, "Y-you're so bad."
I ease off the accelerator and look down at her, carefully, patiently. She's a mess. A beautiful distraction. The only distraction in my life I'm not willing to destroy. Not yet.
"Aayans-" Her trembling lips part again, but I dip my head, stopping just short of a kiss. My mouth hovers over hers as I cut in. “No. More. Words.”
She blinks slowly, her lashes damp and heavy with exhaustion.
"You've just ridden your throne for the first time." I tuck a few messy strands of hair behind her ear. "Your delicate body needs to relax now.”
Her cheeks flush.
Finding an empty, deserted street, I bring the car to a stop.
Sensing her arousal beginning to crest, I pull out of her. The continuous denial sends a vicious throb through my cock, I ignore it.
She looks at me, need, frustration, and a flicker of uneasiness written all over her face. "Let... let me come."
I open the door, step out of the car without a word, one arm wrapped around her waist as I lift her against me.
Her legs tighten around my torso instinctively.
Reaching forward, I push the backseat door open and throw her inside, on the leather.
She tries to scramble backward, not because she wants to escape, but because anticipation overwhelms her.
"What are you-"
My fingers close around her legs, dragging her back until she's stretched out across the seat before me.
“Don’t make this worse for you,” I murmur and she nods in response.
Looking straight into her eyes, unhurriedly, I rip my T-shirt off and toss it aside. Then, my hands slide beneath her hoodie, shoving the thick fabric up until her bare breasts are completely exposed to me.
She isn't wearing a single thing underneath.
For a moment, I just stare at her naked form.
She’s so fucking fragile.
"Aah-yahnsh, I need to come," she sobs, "It... It's too much."
With one hand braced beside her, I hover over her small body, keeping my weight off her.
"You're not used to gentle, right?" I ask, reaching down to shove my pants and boxers lower.
She hesitates, then shakes her head.
A smirk tugs at my lips. "Good wife,"
My thumb circles the hardened nipple of her right breast, and then I cup it fully in my palm, giving it a tight squeeze.
Her ragged cries echo through the car, driving me even wilder.
I take her other tit into my mouth, nipping and sucking on it roughly, coaxing another wave of pleasure through her.
Her back arches. "Aah, oh god, I-"
"This seat is going to be," I whisper against her sensitive bud. "soaked in our liquids."
With that, I push two fingers inside her. An agonized scream rips past her throat, followed by my name as a curse.
Watching the soft, delicate way she shudders makes me want to ruin her so completely it'd take an eternity to put her back together.
I pump my fingers in and out, fucking her knuckle deep, her legs tightening around my torso, head falling back.
She is not as tight as before, but far more addictive than ever.
I drag my tongue from her cleavage, to her neck, taking a long lick before sucking her chin. Her skin is flushed and slick with sweat-our sweat-as I sink my teeth into her neck, her cheeks, her shoulders and every fucking inch of her skin.
My fingers curling inside her, before I shove them deeper to her g-spot, hitting right there and she groans.
"Aah—you'll make me bleed."
Bleed.
That single word takes me back to the moment I first sank my cock deep inside her, the moment it tasted her blood and painted itself so perfectly in that crimson until we fused into something that would never be undone.
Pleasure races down my spine at just the softness of her walls around my fingers.
And just as her orgasm begins to crest again, I slide them all out at once.
"Aayansh?!!" She thrashes, blind in lust.
The ache in my groin is turning into a vicious throb.
I move lower and lower, eyes on hers, and press my lips against her slick folds, licking her from top to bottom.
She mewls.
So goddamn responsive.
Her wetness melts over my tongue, mildly salty, another proof of how she has no control over her body when it comes to me.
Trapping one of her delicate folds between my lips, I sink my teeth into her clit, taking the tender flesh deep into my mouth and sucking hungrily.
Another agonised scream rips out of her throat, her voice is hoarse now.
"Aaah- ahm.. aahyan."
My mouth twists into a savage grin.
She tastes like an angel corrupted in hell. Yet, just as pure as heaven. Forbidden for me, but the one I'm going to have anyway.
I draw back just enough to let her breathe, or else she's going to pass out before we both even get our release.
Meanwhile, she fights for oxygen.
My gaze stills on her belly. Where she once carried my children. Our children. And I stare at it for a long moment, silently.
Nothing is different. Yet everything is... beneath her skin.
Several seconds pass like that.
And she tenses, goosebumps rippling over her exposed skin.
Wrapping both her tiny arms around her belly, as though protecting what's inside from the intensity of me, her soft voice floats into my ears.
"Why-why are you staring like that?"
I don't lift my eyes to her face. They stay exactly where they are.
"Aa—yansh..."
Unhurriedly, I take hold of her wrists and move her arms away from her belly. Her lips part in confusion as I finally meet her stare.
And lean in until my lips are right above her navel.
Her delicate skin is warm beneath my mouth as she searches my face, unable to make sense of what I'm doing.
My mind is completely numb. Vision on the verge of blacking out, I can only stare at his face. The shadow of his beard gives him a demonic kind of edge. So fucking hot. Bloodshot eyes, lips slick with my dampness, and damp hair messed up on his forehead.
But why was he staring at me like that?
I couldn't explain why, but his stare… unsettled me.
He lifts my trembling legs, pressing soft, patient kisses along my inner thighs, savoring the skin this monster has left bruised.
But still, between all the ache and exhaustion, I almost smile at his unexpected gentleness when...
Black holes dance across my vision as he thrusts all of his hard cock inside me in a single, merciless blow.
A jolt of current runs from the soles of my feet to the tips of my hair, making every vein in my body feel like it's bursting with the sudden stretch.
Beneath us, even the car shudders violently against the sudden, brutal impact.
I can't even find the air to scream. The sheer depth of him stretches me so insanely, I don't know if this is even sex or something far more...
I'm going to die.
He doesn't move. Instead, his large hands lock around my hips, hauling me up just enough to let my squirming body go and adjust to his punishing size as he shifts me into his lap, making me straddle him with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me.
I try to focus on his face, to ground myself in his gaze, but blackness creeps in from the edges of my vision.
He dips his head, pressing his mouth to my cheeks, my tear-dampened eyes, my forehead, and my chin.
Finally, his lips drag down to my chest, settling directly over my wild, frantic pulse.
My senses blow out one by one.
And then, he begins rolling his hips, thrusting into me so hard that the skin hitting sounds echo in my own head. My body is bouncing up on his lap with every thrust.
I dig my teeth into his taut shoulder as hard as I can, our movements sending the car into a jolt beneath us.
Every time he pulls out, I feel unbearably empty. And every time he sinks back into me, it feels like he’s going to break me from the inside.
The pressure in my abdomen mounts again, and I just know I can no longer hold back.
Moonlight cascades through the window, falling on our bare bodies in the cool night breeze as my man tears the soul right out of me inside his Bugatti.
I somehow force my eyes open and look at him, but his gaze is locked downward, devouring the sight where he’s filling me. The exact point where the two of us are joined into one right now.
My cheeks flush hotter. I didn't mean to look, I swear.
“You like it,” he rasps, catching me looking down.
“Us—sealed into one.”
“I—” I choke out, but-
Thrust
“Too perfect.”
Thrust
“Too inevitable.”
Thrust
My head falls onto his shoulder, my body convulsing, yet gradually, starting to draw pleasure from his brutal thrusts.
His fingers cradle the nape of my neck, tipping my head back so I can look straight into his eyes. “Hurting, hmm?” He asks, his voice husky.
I nod as tears stream relentlessly down my face.
He reaches down and licks my lips.
Our flesh smacks together as he fastens his pace, striking places inside me I never even knew existed.
My screams rise again, the obscene sounds ricocheting through the car. And then I feel my walls clench tighter and tighter around him as my climax crashes closer.
He grabs both my hips roughly, his teeth sinking into the edge of my jaw as an orgasm rocks through me, completely stealing my vision with the force of it.
A final cry tears from my throat before I go limp against his chest.
He crushes me against him, riding out the drops of his own release. The ropes of his cum, warm, thick, and sticky, filling me and leaking down my core.
And all I know is that my trembling body has gone completely numb.
Aayansh pulls away just slightly, his gaze dropping to my face. Without a word, he pulls the hood over my head, covering my entire face beneath it before he brings his mouth closer to my face, pressing it to my forehead.
His other hand is already pulling his boxers and trousers back into place.
His mouth lowers to my ear.
“Pass out,”
And after that, there's only darkness.
An Hour And A Half Later—
Tara's eyes flutter open, sluggish and unfocused. She has been lying in the backseat for all that while, her body limp with exhaustion. The cool air from the air conditioner brushing against her skin as she blinks, trying to clear her blurred vision.
Aayansh is nowhere to be seen.
She manages to push herself upright, her breathing is still a little unsteady, but more than that, her stomach is twisting with hunger.
After expending every bit of her strength on that unholy activity...
“Aayansh...?” she murmurs under her breath. But the moment she moves to swing her feet down, a sharp, searing ache shoots through her core and down her thighs, making her wince and sit back.
She shuts her eyes and waits until the ache eases before forcing herself upright anyway.
Then, ignoring all of it, she gets out of the car.
It’s a wide, empty road lined with towering trees and amber streetlights around, yet not a soul is in sight. A soft breeze rushes past, and high above, the moon hangs perfectly still in the dark sky.
She takes in the peaceful surroundings, the stillness soothing her tense muscles. Thinking there must be something to eat, she reaches toward the front seat to check if there’s anything-
And as she peeks in through the window, the hoodie covering her knees shifts slightly, the fabric making her bruised skin itch.
But all she finds on the dashboard is a packet of cigars and a lighter.
Her nose wrinkles in disgust.
She exhales a tired sigh, her gaze settling on the moon.
But then, God knows what crosses her mind that she reaches for the packet of cigars and pulls one out.
With a tiny grin, she leans against the car like Aayansh always does, places the cigar between her lips, and acts as though she’s taken her very first drag.
Her lips purse slightly as she pretends to exhale an imaginary puff of smoke, completely oblivious to the fact that she’d put the cigar in her mouth the wrong way around.
And she doesn’t stop there.
She copies Aayansh’s expressions, trying to look just as cool as him, but ends up looking far more adorable than intimidating.
Then, she even tries to imitate his deep voice as she murmurs the exact words he’d once whispered to her. “Am I scaring you, amour?”
The first words she'd ever heard from him.
She gives herself a small nod, recreating the moment she’d responded that day.
“Good,” she continues in her best imitation of him. “As I’ll do things to you that will definitely make your soul terrified of my ex—”
The moment a fleck of tobacco touches her tongue, her entire face crumples in pure disgust. Making the most offended face imaginable, she throws the cigar aside.
And just as she’s about to turn, a deep, chilling whisper ghosts across her ear. “Am I scaring you, amour?”
Her entire body goes rigid.
She spins around, only to find Aayansh standing mere inches away, watching her with a small, devilish smirk.
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“Aayansh, when did you—” she instinctively stumbles back, all clumsy and panicked.
But before she can even blink, Aayansh’s hand closes around the nape of her neck, dragging her forward until she’s crushed against his hard chest.
The next moment, their lips are locked.
Tara, utterly stunned, her eyes stay wide open and as always, his eyes never close. His mouth devours hers while his dark, intense gaze stares straight through her, delighting in the way she’s frozen.
His fingers caging her nape, his other hand braced against her lower back as Tara's fingers come up to fist his jacket.
He's so much taller than her that he effortlessly towers over her. And to steal a few extra inches, Tara climbs onto his shoes, standing on his feet as her lips part to kiss him back.
They keep staring straight into each other’s eyes as their mouths clash and grind together, sucking, biting, and licking at one another.
Meanwhile, countless stars glow overhead, cloaking the night in a soft aura only heaven can create.
Her feet balanced on top of his, Aayansh moves her backward, taking one deliberate step after another. Tara clutches the leather of his jacket in tight fists, never pulling their mouths away.
Next she finds herself pinned against the car.
He draws her plump bottom lip completely into his mouth, squeezing it between his teeth, while she nips right back at his upper lip without breaking eye contact for a second.
The movements of their mouths grow messier, wilder, matched by their unbroken glare tearing between their eyes.
Then, Tara’s mouth twitches into a smirk right against his. Sliding her feet down off his boots, she slowly flips their positions, and now, Aayansh’s back is pressed against the car, and she’s standing on his feet.
His eyes darken with a strange intensity as, against her lips, a small, genuine smile curves his own.
The moment Tara feels his smile against her lips, she freezes, forgetting even to blink.
All of it feels intoxicatingly unreal. And all she can think about is taking a picture of him with that rare smile.
She tries to pull back, but his fingers are still locked around the nape of her neck, so she’s not able to.
Without taking his eyes off her, he slips a hand into his pocket, pulls out his phone, unlocks it, and lifts it up. Tara glances at the screen in confusion before looking back at him, only to find his gaze still fixed on her.
And then— click
Only then does she realise he'd just taken a picture of them exactly like this.
Lips locked. Eyes open. Hers on the camera, his on her flushed face.
Next Day—
I cross my legs on the setteè, the guitar resting steady in my hands as my fingers move precisely over the strings, losing myself in the melody. My mind, however, is chaos.
Every moment from last night is playing. before my eyes like a beautiful movie. But instead of feeling butterflies, my stomach knots.
I came here early this morning as music and work have always been my escape. But today, even they fail to settle my mind.
Thankfully, Aayansh had already left by the time I woke up.
I glance up at the vintage clock on the wall. 07:15. Time is slipping away. In a little while, I’ll have to leave for the helipad. Bro will send a car to pick me up. He’s left the decision entirely to me. If I want to come, all I have to do is get there. If not, I just have to return the car.
Then, my eyes find my reflection in the glass wall beside me. Yellow midi dress, my hair loosely gathered into a side braid, minimal makeup, and of course, a blank expression.
That isn’t the usual me.
Why am I dwelling on all of this?
I’m just returning home.
And I’m not bound to tell Aayansh everything. It’s my life and some decisions are supposed to be mine alone.
After all, he never asks before making his own decisions.
I’ll go with my brother.
And come back only when I feel like. Yes.
Even though I love him more than words can ever express, I love my brother and my family too... perhaps even more. They’re my first home. The people who made me who I am. I’ve made enough mistakes in the past—Not again—I’m going back to my family, even if it means leaving without telling him.
It's only a matter of a few days.
So, If he wants to come to New York for me, that’s his choice.
If he truly loves me, he’ll come.
And he will. I know.
“Ma’am?” Alia’s voice pulls my attention to her. "You look... tired." She hesitates, biting her lip. "Um... rough night?"
My eyes widen a fraction. How does she know? Am I still looking sore? I mean, yeah, my whole body is aching. But I took the painkiller, and the marks he’s left... I concealed all of them. Every. Single. One.
Or maybe...
"No." I force a casual shrug. "Nothing like that."
I wait a moment before speaking. "Alia?"
She looks up at me.
“Take care of everything here. I don't know when I'll be back. Until then, no one gets access to the unreleased recordings, demos, or the lyrics for any of our upcoming projects except you. Nothing should leave this studio. Understood?”
"Of course, ma'am," she says with a nod.
But my attention is already somewhere else.
The car my brother sent to pick me up rolls forward.
My eyes never leave my phone. My thumb is hovering over his number. A part of me wants to call him... and tell him I’m leaving.
How will he feel when he finds out I didn't even bother telling him before I left?
How would I have felt if he’d left me, even for sometime, without letting me know?
I don't know. Honestly, I don't want to think about any of it. But how do you silence your mind when it's so attached to the two most precious men in your life?
Ugh!
Twenty-seven minutes exactly. That's how long it takes for the car to pull up before the private airstrip.
I step onto the tarmac. Everywhere I look, my brother’s men stand guard. Too much security. Too much obedience.
The massive jet waits ahead. My fingers curl into my palms. Honestly... I’m scared.
What will Aayansh do when he finds out I’m gone? The frightening part is... I have no idea.
My eyes find him. My brother. Standing a few steps away, a warm smile resting on his lips as he starts walking toward me. “Princess...”
One step.
Then another.
And another.
But then, he freezes. The warmth vanishes from his face as his gaze fixes somewhere behind me.
My brows furrow. “What…”
Before I can even breathe again—or turn—a pair of muscular arms wraps around my waist from behind.
I freeze.
A chin settles on my shoulder. Tilting my head, I look down at the black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Then, a cold whisper brushes against my ear, causing my pulse to skyrocket. “Princess is caught.”
For a moment, everything around me goes still before I realize what’s happening.
“Aayansh...”
The only name escapes my lips.
His nose grazes my cheek. “Who else?”
I don’t look back at him. My eyes stay on my brother, watching the fire in his gaze as it locks with Aayansh’s.
“Tara, you’ve made your decision.” He extends a hand toward me. “Come. Or... if you’ve changed your mind, tell me. Now.”
I stiffen. No. I can’t step back.
I feel Aayansh’s gaze on me, his expression strangely gentle as he says quietly. “Go with your brother,” A pause. “Tara.”
My head snaps toward him. Shock crashes into me.
What?!
Aayansh slowly withdraws his arms, setting me free while I can’t bring myself to look away after what he said.
But then, without bothering to remove his eyes from my brother, he leans in and presses his lips to my cheek once.
Right there. Like it’s the most normal thing.
His lips never leave the space beside my cheek as he murmurs, “And this time, make sure he’s able to protect you—from me.”
What the fuck?!
Just as Bro speaks again. “That’s enough, Princess.” His voice tells how his patience has snapped.
I pull away, my burning eyes never leaving his. “I’m going.” Leaving those words between us, I don't wait for his reaction and walk straight to my brother.
Not once do I look back. Bro’s fingers close around my wrist as we move into the jet.
My heart sinks, a different kind of unease settling deep within me.
Why did he let me go that easily?
Doesn’t he want me anymore?
But that kiss...
Those words...
Before my sanity can stop me, I steal one last glance outside. He's still there, leaning against the bonnet of the same car I arrived in, his head slightly tilted, eyes already pinned on me despite the distance.
And then, he smirks.
Welcome to the new phase of them!
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