Chapter 13

♡ ANVITHA ♡

The night was ink-black, quiet, and far too silent for the storm roaring in my chest.

Mihir gave me nothing.

Just riddles.

Just... deflections.

His silence screamed of truths I wasn't supposed to know, and the more I watched him brush off my questions, the more my suspicion grew teeth.

If I couldn't get answers from the loyal dog, I'd go straight to the wolf.

Ryan Raichand.

He'd give me what I needed-or I'd rip it out of him.

Fooling the guards at Raichand mansion wasn't a joke. I had to call in Raven, who disabled the cameras and handled the perimeter like a shadow in the night. Getting past their elite security took planning, calculation, and patience.

But here I was.

Inside his damn room.

The room is too dark just like him . Only thinks are visible due to the open door of balcony but why did he left it open .

Did he know about my plan.

Did he know that I was Coming.

He slept like the devil resting before another massacre. Broad chest rising in rhythm. Face angelic in the moonlight, betraying none of the poison I knew lurked beneath.

I gripped the knife tighter.

I came for blood.

I placed one knee on the edge of the bed, careful not to make a sound. I slightly lean in to take a look of devil himself if he sleeping in actual or just lying on the bed waiting for me .

But before I could blink, I was the one pinned. Flat on my back, knife gone, air knocked from my lungs.

He straddled me. His weight. His presence. His control.

His hand was around my throat.

"Didn't realize you missed me this much, wildfire, sneaking into my house, in my room, at midnight," he drawled, his voice sleep-husky, dangerous. "Didn't think about being killed by security, hmm?"

My jaw clenched. "So you were pretending to sleep."

"Not pretending. I was thinking."

My breath hitched. "About what?"

He leaned closer. The moonlight revealed the shadows under his eyes, the sharpness of his jaw, the wild that lived in his smile.

"You."

"Me?" The word barely left my lips.

He didn't answer. Instead, his lips ghosted down my neck. Not a kiss. A bite. Sharp. Possessive. Wild.

I gasped.

He did it again. And then a third time, each one more punishing than the last, his teeth branding my skin like it belonged to him.

"Yes," he breathed against my neck.

That sensation-it shot down my spine and twisted something between my thighs I didn't recognize. What the hell was that and why did it always happens when he is near , close , so close I can feel his breath dancing on my cheek. Even in the dark his eyes is shining with something, something dark . Is it possession or something beyond that.

I wasn't used to being this close to a man. Let alone him. Ryan Raichand. The one who knew too much, said too little, and always played three steps ahead.

"What were you thinking?" I asked. It was stupid. I should've asked about the pills. About the secrets. About the lies.

But his hand slid around my waist with unholy precision.

"About how to break you, fuck you, and put you back together again. Just so I could break you once more."

His lips hovered over mine.

The same lips he'd stolen a kiss with just a day ago.

He stared at mine like they were prey. Like he'd been starving for them.

"You think you're clever," I whispered.

"I know I am."

"What do you know about the pills?"

He smiled.

"What do you know about why you take them?" He answer with questions .

I stiffened. "I asked you first."

"And I answered-with a question. That's how this works, doesn't it? You search, I spin."

"Are you always this cryptic, or is it just with me?"

"You bring out the worst in me. Or the best. Depending on the light."

His hand trailed down my side, fingers pressing into my waist like he could read my pulse through skin.

"Why do you obey Devraj so much, Anvitha? Like an obedient daughter. Like a puppet. Doesn't it make you wonder?"

"Don't turn this around. I'm here for answers." I said as I raise my one knee to hit him in the crotch but he grab it before it can hit and put it down and grab it with force I can tell he would break my bone with his bone-cutting grip.

"And I'm giving you more questions. Isn't that more fun?"

I narrowed my eyes. "You're a bastard."

"You're breathtaking when you're furious."

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later."

I struggled beneath him. He didn't move.

"Why do you even know about my pills? Are you spying on me?"

"Should I be?"

I wanted to scream. Throw something. I wanted to grab his smug mouth and-

"You're not giving me what I need," I seethed.

"You're not asking the right questions, wildfire."

"What are the right ones then?!"

He lowered his head again, nose brushing mine.

"Why did Devraj raise you like a weapon? Why do you feel like you don't belong to your own mother? Why do you feel more rage than sadness when you think of Avantika?"

I stopped breathing.

My heart stuttered.

Because those were the right questions.

And I hated that he knew them.

I hated that I hadn't even said them aloud, and he already held them in his hands like loaded bullets.

"Let me go," I rasped.

His lips brushed mine. Not a kiss. A claim.

"I will. When you start being honest with yourself."

He doesn't let go. His weight pins me, his body a cage, his hand capturing both my wrists in a single, merciless grip. The pressure is so fierce I almost believe he'll snap my bones, but I can't look away from his eyes-dark, searching, knowing far too much.

"How do you know so much about me?" I gasp, the question slipping out before I can stop it.

He smirks, the corner of his mouth twisting with secrets. "I searched," he says simply, as if that explains everything. But how deep did he dig? How much does he know? Why is he so obsessed with my life-my past, the pieces even I can't remember?

My thoughts scatter as his free hand slides down, fingers curling at the waistband of my leggings. Cold air brushes my skin as he slips beneath, his touch burning and possessive. He hooks his fingers over my panties, pausing just long enough for my breath to catch.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demand, but my voice trembles, betraying me.

He doesn't bother to answer with words. Instead, his fingers push further, slipping under the thin fabric, closer-so close I can barely breathe. My mind blanks, every rational thought drowned by the sensation of his touch. I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't want him. But my body arches into him, desperate, betraying every bit of resistance I pretend to have.

His words ignite something reckless inside me-a fire only he seems able to spark. "You want it, don't you? Say it, and I'll give you everything." His fingers tease my entrance, tracing my folds, his eyes locked on mine. He is there but not entirely. His finger near my entrance but he his not moving him . He is doing this on purpose . I want more , I want him inside me , he is not giving it to me , I lift my hips so they can enter a bit .

He grins, reading my surrender. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice low and wicked, "so desperate for me. You filthy little thing."

"Tell me what you know about me," I manage, even as pleasure threatens to undo me.

"Enough," he said.

He strokes my clit, slow and deliberate, sending shivers through my entire body. I hate how much I like it-how much I crave the way he toys with me, how my body responds to his every move. Then, without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me.

Holy. Shit .

His fingers are filling me so full that I can't think about anything else but him.

Oh God.

My chest is rising and falling. My breath- I don't even know if I'm taking them or not, because my whole focus is on him. On him.

The devil who's on top of me, watching me, toying with me.

Any rational thought escapes my mind like it was never there to begin with.

His head disappears into the crook of my neck, and then he's sucking-hard, desperate, like he's trying to pull my soul out through my skin. And then the bite comes. It's not gentle. It's rough and painful, like he's punishing me for stepping into his room.

And then he nibbles on my jaw... and then my earlobe...

And his fingers-oh God, his fingers-they're still working inside me.

And I think-no, I try to think-but I can't. I just... can't.

A moan escapes before I can stop it, my back arching, every nerve alight. He fucks me with his fingers, relentless, until I'm trembling on the edge.

"Fuck," I whisper, the word ripped from my lips.

"Fuck, indeed," he echoes, his tone mocking, hungry.

He crashes his mouth onto mine, and I kiss him back, lost in the taste of him, the hunger that devours us both.

I am not in my right state of mind .

The only thing I can thought is him .

The only thing I can feel is him.

The way his finger stretch me . The way my walls strangle him . They way he is pounding inside me.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

With a wild Force like an animal.

He is an animal.

I gaps for air . Oh god , I can't breath.

My body temperature rise . I sink my nails into his hand and curl my toes.

But just as I'm about to fall, when I am about to come , when the orgasm is in it's way .he pulls away, leaving me hot, aching, and desperate.

He stands, his eyes cold and amused. "Run, Anvitha. I'll give you five minutes before I will handle you to security. Run."

For the first time, I do exactly what I should have done for the first time i see him .

I run.



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