Rocky's desire

Chapter 1

Reena couldn't believe, she was developing feelings for this asshole, who knew nothing about love. He was a don, he didn't know anything about love. He just won things over, or snatched them.  He doesn't care if you're crying in the corner and you're sobbing your eyes out as he walks away with that smile on his face and that victory song playing in your head, he's a don. He didn't love her, not even remotely. She knows that deep down though.
She knows it all too well. He just lusted over her.  She was a bitch, but no one else would play with her because she was a bitch. They wouldn't want to fuck her, because no one wants to be fucked by a bitch. Except him.
Her stubbornness, her rudeness, her ruthlessness was what he desired.   Her heart, her mind, her mouth, her body. And she wasn't giving those up easily. Not without a fight. And so she kept fighting.  It was exhausting, but it was worth it. Every night he came home with bruises on his arms and back. It was worth it. She had been fighting back against the man who stole her breath.
Trapped into his great castle, in the most luxurious room, she was just an ornament he treasured. The servants treated her as if she was far more valuable than the gold he mined.  That's how she wanted it, so long as it meant keeping him at bay. She enjoyed the attention , but she didn't like the attitude he gave her.  No one will ever love her like him, everyone believed.
But they weren't wrong. His affections were genuine, even when his words weren't.  If only he knew the truth about her. The truth of how hard she fought to keep him away from her.
She hated this feeling, the way she felt safe around him, even after everything.   He was kind to her, he made her feel special and important. It was a feeling she wasn't used to receiving.

Reena lay on her bed, trying to ignore the daydreams she had about Rocky. She had seen him swimming and couldn't control the throbbing between her thighs.  Her dreams consisted of running barefoot across his pool deck, her skirt hiked up, the water cold against her skin. Then he would catch her, and kiss her lips passionately, while his fingers stroked her thigh. In her dream, she would let her skirt slip off her shoulders, letting his hands wander up her body.  But she looked away and focused on the book in her hand.
She heard footsteps outside her door, and she tensed up. He could hear her every move. He never knocked on her door, and she knew he was waiting to see if she'd come out and meet him.  She was terrified when he showed up on her balcony. It was dark outside now, the sun setting behind the mountains. Reena shivered in fear, wondering what was going to happen.  Would he beat her? Or maybe he'd go inside, and she'd be alone again. Her heart was in knots, not knowing what it wanted. Did she want him beside her, on the bed, naked and hot. Or she never wanted to be alone in the room ever again.
As soon as he stepped inside the room, she jumped to her feet.
"Hey, Sona." His voice sounded gruff and rough, but there was something deeper and more intimate in his tone.
She turned to face him and maintained the cold look on her face. "Why are you in my room, at this hour?!", her voice lacked the anger she wanted but it wasn't soft at the very least.
He shrugged. "I just couldn't sleep."
His gaze locked onto hers and she held her breath, waiting for a blow. But instead he reached his hand towards her. Slowly, cautiously, she lowered herself onto the edge of the mattress, allowing him access to her thighs. He traced his thumb slowly, softly, over one knee, then up the other side of her leg until he got to her thigh.
She closed her eyes tight, willing herself not to react. But the moment his thumb touched the top of her underwear, her body reacted. Heat radiated through her body.
"You should have called me earlier." His eyes flickered to hers.
"Don't touch me," she said quietly, looking away from him, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze.
When she didn't respond, he took a step closer to her, placing himself directly in front of her. When their bodies were mere inches apart, she flinched. She opened her eyes and looked at him, surprised to find concern etched across his features.
"Sona?"
He placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to make eye contact once more.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
Before she could stop herself, she nodded. "Yeah…" she breathed, her breaths heavy, as she clenched the bed sheet in her hands.
His breath trickled her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.
He moved his hand, ever so gently, from her side, and the next moment, his fingers graced the skin of her belly.
Goosebumps raced up her legs at the feel of his warm touch.  She bit her lip to restrain herself from whimpering out loud.  It almost hurt, it was so good. She turned, laying on her belly, hiding her face in the pillow.
His fingertips found their way to the strings of her blouse, teasing the shape of her blouse, his breath all the more closer on her skin.
A small gasp escaped her lips and his finger trailed up to her neck. He pulled on the necklace with the ring, the diamond caught in the light shining through the window.
Reena felt his hot breath tickle her ear. His lips parted slightly as he whispered, "I love you, Sona. The queen of my heart, and my empire". His hand took hold of her belly and with a sudden force, he turned her, her face brushing his thick black beard with the moment. And for the first time ever, she saw the actual animalistic desire in his eyes.
"No.", she whispered.
The sound of her voice seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in and he stood up, backing away from her, his face unreadable.
"Please leave, I don't want to be with you." She pushed past him, not making eye contact with him, adjusting her dupatta, to cover the skin that was bare. She couldn't face with, with that intense blush, the hard pounding of her chest, and the wetness between her thighs. He left silently, but his strong aura was enough to make her shiver.
She closed her bedroom door softly,and  went to get ready for bed. Afterwards, she crawled into bed, pulling the duvet over herself, trying desperately to block out the memories of the previous night.
It wasn't like she hadn'e told anyone, but every time her thoughts wandered towards him, she thought of the way he touched her, how he kissed her. Every time she woke up screaming, her eyes darted towards the door. She knew he loved her, yet she didn't want to give him any type of satisfaction out of it.