Guilty Pleasures

16

"...she has little innocent demons inside her eyes, and they recklessly play with matches. I've never seen sparks so pretty..."

He had her pinned against his bedroom wall before she could even a get a word in, his mouth moving against her punishingly, until he deemed it fit to break the distance between them.

"I'm going to ask you once again Ms Deshmukh what the fuck was that?"

His punishing grip tightened on her hip whilst she remained silent.

"I asked you a fucking question you should know better by now not to test me at this point Pallavi."

"What was the question again?" He fixed her with a hard glare.

"You're already walking on extremely thin ice Pallavi-"

She laughed.

Her chorus of bubbling laughter ringing out in his ears as his jaw tensed in response.

She was going too far.

"Aw that's cute. Did Hyderabad's Don have his first dose of jealousy. Is it too bitter?" Her hand moved out of his grip to caress his face mockingly until that very hand was now clasped tightly behind her.

She could not fathom as to where this sudden confidence had awoken from, but the awakening of his inner beast had her foolishly flirting with death.

"I swear to god woman, watch your fucking mouth before I pin you to this bed and take you until you're begging me to stop."

She leaned forward, her warm breaths lightly fanning his ear.

"Don't stop 'Don'." She breathed out huskily, her voice laced in a low moan as she angled herself back slightly to stare back up at him, noticing the way his eyes darkened at her said words.

He caught onto the mocking tone that had been thrown his way, and clearly fazed by her words he attempted to steer the conversation back to where it was.

"Do you even realise what could have happened to you Pallavi? He could have-"

"Fucked me." She cut in simply, almost uncaringly, dismissing him before he had even begun.

"I bet you hated that thought didn't you? Me spread for another man that isn't you and so just like a deranged, possessive beast you felt the need to exercise your right."

"Watch yourself." He warned. She smirked, leaning back against the wall with her arms now crossed against her chest.

"Who knows maybe I would have allowed him too." In whatever her plan was.She had been successful.

And within moments he had her pinned back against the said wall she had taken comfort to lean on.

"Say that again." He hissed, his tone a blatant sign telling her not too. But our heroine uncaring of her life did exactly that. Because whilst she was one in a million. She was also foolishly stupid in situations relating back to the man in front of her.

Within a matter of seconds his lips were slanted against hers with such force that made her breathless, her eyes slipping closed as he continued to nibble at her lower lip before forcing his entry.

Of course Raghav Rao was not a man of defeat, he radiated victory within his aura and now he was to claim his victory over her.

She moaned out between his lips, feeling the roughness of his hands graze the length of her upper thigh as he broke the assault he initiated on her lips.

His lips came to tease her neck whilst he continued to slips his hand further up the slit within her dress.

"You covered my marks." It sounded like a statement rather than a question, but the gift of silence was not bestowed onto our heroine this time.