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She's mine.
That thought has been coiling inside me like a venomous snake, wrapping tighter and tighter around my control. Every time I see her - with her fire, her defiance, her maddening tendency to rebel against everything I command - I want to conquer her all over again.
And now she's in my penthouse. In my bedroom. On my bed.
Exactly where she belongs.
I close the distance between us, watching as she backs up until her knees hit the edge of the mattress. She doesn't want to show it, but her breath catches. Her pupils are dilated. That steel wall she hides behind? I see every crack. Every weakness. Every damn pulse of heat she tries so hard to ignore.
"Take one more step," she spits, trying to warn me.
I smirk.
"Try and stop me."
I shove her back. Not hard-just enough to make her fall onto the mattress with a soft gasp. Her hair fans around her like a halo of war, her eyes wide and burning.
She scrambles to push herself up, but I'm already on top of her, pinning her wrists to the sheets. My tie comes off in a single motion and binds her wrists together, tight, above her head.
"You've been running your pretty little mouth all time," I murmur against her ear, "and now you'll learn what silence feels like. Submission."
Her lips part - not to scream or protest - but to breathe. To tremble. To want.
"You think you can flirt with him," I growl, remembering the way she laughed with Neil, the way she leaned in, let that bastard get too close. "But only I get to see this side of you. Only I get to touch what's mine."
My hand slides down to her thigh. I grip it-tight-just to feel the tremble ripple through her muscles. Possessive. Brutal. Addicted.
"You don't get to pretend anymore, Anvitha."
Her name rolls off my tongue like a promise. A warning. A curse. A distortion.
"You were made for me. Every breath. Every scream. Every inch of that pretty little body."
I lean down, burying my face in the crook of her neck. Her scent? It's not perfume-it's warpaint. She smells like a battlefield I plan to scorch to ash.
"Do you feel it now?" I whisper. "The part of you that aches when I'm not inside your head... when I'm not ruining you."
She clenches her thighs, and I push them apart with both hands, slow and unforgiving.
"You want my truth?" I look her dead in the eye. "Here it is—I'm not going to stop until every thought you have belongs to me. Until you forget who you were before I put my hands on you."
She stares at me like she hates me.
That's fine.
I can work with hate.
Hate is just love with blood under its nails.
"You don't get to play games with other men in front of me," I growl against her jaw. "You don't get to run when things get messy. You started this. You wanted my attention. Now you have it."
She glares at me. "You think you own me?"
I lean in, nose brushing hers. "Not yet."
Her breath hitches. Her eyes widen. That's the reaction I crave—not fear, but the war she fights between hatred and hunger.
"I could scream," she whispers.
"I dare you," I murmur. "We both know you don't want to be saved."
I trail my fingers down the side of her face, then her neck, watching her skin shiver in reaction. My lips hover over hers, not touching — never touching — because making her beg is far more satisfying than giving her what she wants.
"Say it," I whisper.
"Say what?"
"That you want me."
"I'd rather set myself on fire."
My hand slides to her waist, gripping her through the fabric of her clothes. "Then burn, Wildfire."
I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, light as a threat, then pull back and release her wrist.
"Tonight was just a warning," I say
Pulling her legs apart, a sense of utter animalistic possession takes hold
of me at the view of me between her. legs.
I run my fingers over the silky skin of her thighs.
As I watch her, splayed out and marked, the need to own her ripples under my skin and crunches against my bones. No idea if it's an—obsession or an addiction, or both. All I know is that the urge is burning me from the inside out.
I slide her to the edge and place her legs over my shoulders.
And I thought she fight it as she didn’t.
She's watching me with a clench in her jaw and fury on her face .
And rip her skirt and followed by her panties. A gups release from her mouth and soon after she bite her lower lip to suppress any sound.
And I smirk on which she decided to kick me on should and I just smile on it as she show me her big eyes and mouth ' fuck you '.
As I lower my head between her legs and look her face from there and she is looking at me too with that attitude of her and waiting for my next move .
Parting her folds with my fingers, I thrust my tongue straight inside her.
She's the most delicious thing I've ever had: Rebellion and fire.
And she burning with each touch as I can see the way she dig her fingers into her palm and bitting her lower lips. But I don't need to hear it from her that what she want . Her eyes screaming for it . Begging for more and more .
And fucking more.
Anvitha bucks off the bed, a moan spilling from her lips.
I tease her clit with my thumb and index finger as I eat the fuck out of her
entrance.
The faster my rhythm becomes, the louder her moans turn .
her gaze returns. to mine as she rides out her orgasm, almost like she doesn't want to break eye contact.
"Did you come already , wildfire?" I speak against her folds, making sure she sees me licking her sweet taste off my lips. "I was only getting started."
"Just Fuck yourself ." She said but it turn out more of a moan then a sentence.
And God I love her throaty voice .
" Why would when I have you . " I place kiss after kiss on her pussy.
And her face turn into an deep shade of red .
That's expression only I get to witness.
And I am the only one who get her to get her into this state.
My favorite state.
" stop kissing me . " She's trying to close her legs but I don't let her. I keep her legs apart with the force .
I climb onto her body.
"Then should I kiss you here?"
I capture her lips with a roughness that leaves her gasping. I don't only kiss her, I consume her. I suck her tongue, bite on it until the skin nearly breaks, then latch onto her lips until she's whimpering.
Obsession. This is so fucking close to being obsessed.
Anvitha tries to say something, but I don't release her lips. I can't. It's like
my surroundings are black and she's the only light I can see, the only sound
I can hear, the only bloody thing I can taste with my whole body.
"Your body is made for fucking, baby."
"It's also made for kicking you in the crotch." She hissed.
A chuckle rips from my throat and she look at me with ' I didn't know you could laugh ' but that expression vanish into air as I go back to my pussy.
I lifts one of her legs and she squeal before she bite down on her lips to seal the sound.
I rests her leg on my shoulder and dives straight between her legs .
My fingers dig into her other thigh as i licks and nibbles on her pussy with a savageness that leaves me breathless.
"Oh, God..."
"Yes , i am your God , Anvitha. I am sad it took you so long to realize it ."
Her eyes widen as i adds a finger and rubs on her folds until an aroused sound echoes in the air.
"Feel that, baby? That's your wet cunt begging me for more."
"Shut up!"
"Are you embarrassed by how much you want this? How much you really love this ?"
"No..."
I pounds two fingers inside in one go. "Your tight cunt disagrees."
My tongue licks her swollen clit but can that stop me—no , then nibbles on it with my teeth as my fingers power deep into places I didn't know existed.
Her moans echo in the air and she hide her face into the pillow to muffin any sound . She just come . Her juice is coming out start on my tongue and I am going to Lick every last drop of it.
I hovered over me again, eyes raking over every inch of her like I was a fucking painting I owned. And then my hand curled around her thigh.
Heat.
Fire.
Madness.
"Still think I don't own you?" I growled near my lips.
" shut up ." She is taking heavy breathes and her chest is rising and falling with the speed . It look like she just run an marathon.
Marathon of fire and rebellion.
She is only in her bra .
Red bra.
Her shoulder length hair which is dyed with the volcano red at the end all over the pillow and some of strands falling on her beautiful face .
Her dark brown eyes are shining because she just got her orgasm.
She's looking admirable.
Only I got look at beauty.
Only Me. No one . But me.
" You don't own me ."
" But I have mark you where no one else dare to look."
And when I didn't get her hated reply with the touch of sarcasm.
I look up and she close her eyes
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She's asleep.
Not the peaceful kind that makes you think of calm nights and soft dreams.
No. She's tangled in my sheets like a conquered storm. Her breathing is heavy, her legs curled slightly like her body's trying to remember its defenses. Too late for that, little wildfire.
I'm on the couch, across the room, my elbows resting on my knees, fingers laced under my chin. Just watching.
She's still wearing the bruise I gave her-with my mouth, not my fists. Her pulse is steady, but her skin carries the echo of everything I did to her. Everything I claimed.
There's something violently satisfying about it. Something so raw, so unrepentant, it burns through me like wildfire... just like her.
Anvitha fucking Ramaswamy.
She's the chaos I didn't see coming. The problem I should've destroyed the moment I saw her.
Instead, I gave her access. To my world. My obsession. My darkness.
And now?
Now I can't unsee the way her eyes looked just before she shattered for me-furious, humiliated, and helplessly undone.
She hates me. Good. I prefer it that way. Love is weak. Hate, though? Hate carves its mark deeper. More permanent.
I stand.
Walk to the window, bare feet pressing against the cold marble. The city is quiet at this hour-beneath me, as it should be.
A war is brewing. It always is.
My world doesn't pause for lust or rage or whatever the hell I'm feeling. I have enemies. Allies who'd stab me given half a chance. And shipments that can't be delayed unless I'm ready to burn half the empire down.
But her?
She's my fucking problem now. One I created with my own hands. One I plan to control... even if it kills her.
I turn back. She stirs slightly, her brows pinching, lips parting in a soft breath like she senses me watching.
Of course she does.
I own that instinct now.
I walk over. Sit at the edge of the bed, careful not to wake her. My fingers hover just above her cheek. I don't touch. Not yet.
"You think you've survived hell, Anvitha," I whisper low. "But I am hell. And you're sleeping in it."
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