Rocky's desire

Chapter 3

Rocky was very busy the following week. He barely had time to breathe. The trades were better then ever and the influx of wealth immense. Seeing his power, he decided to do something worth value.

The work on his free health care was going great and it was almost time for the inauguration of "Shanti T. B centre", which was Rocky's dream come true and he couldn't be happier. And there was only one person he wanted to share his happiness with. His beloved, Reena.
He knew she had feelings for him. When he had been shot, he had seen the pain in her eyes, the way she cared for him, sat on the floor beside him daily. He knew, deep down, she loved him with all her heart. But she was stubborn, and that was the quality he adored the most in her.  He knew she needed time, and he understood that. But he hoped she would change her mind, soon.
The day of the inauguration came too fast, and before he knew it, he was sitting in his helicopter, flying to the city of Mysore . In his mind, he could see his mother smiling, proud of him. He looked at Reena, staring outside.  He could hear her mutter something under her breath, but he couldn't make out the words.
As they flew closer to the city, he noticed the number of reporters around the building, waiting eagerly for the ceremony to begin. He could not help but wonder what had happened to her.  Did she know? Or was she angry, and ignoring his calls?
He landed the helicopter a couple of miles away from the entrance of the building, making his way towards the exit as fast as he could. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, the first thing that greeted him was a crowd of journalists shouting questions at him, while others stood near him asking him questions.

"Excuse me, sir," the woman in charge spoke, approaching him cautiously, "can you tell us what happened when you were shot? Who shot you?"
"No comment."
"You have kept Miss. Reena as your hostage, when she is the daughter of your business partner, why so?"
He took Reena's hand and kissed it gently, "Hostage? She is my Queen. We plan to marry soon."
"You're the king now! How does that make sense?"
"This is my kingdom; the King rules here, and he shall always rule over our people." He gave the reporter a smirk, "but you've misunderstood, I'm more than just the king of Kgf, I currently rule the whole of India" he winked and walked away, taking Reena with him.
He cut the ribbon, holding Reena's hand, and then hanged the portrait of his mother on the wall. Reena couldn't help but feel proud of him, her short smile, was noticed by a few female servants who giggled and she returned to her coldness.
That night, as Reena stood by the balcony of her room, she kept on thinking of Rocky. And as if her thoughts had summoned him, she felt his strong hands on her belly, pulling her into his chest, his beard trickled the sensitive skin of her neck. 
Reena gasped quietly, moving her head slightly to look up at him.
"I love you, Sona."
His lips touched the nape of her neck and his arms wrapping around her waist.
"Rocky, no-"
"shsh!" he whispered against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.  "Don't be mad at me, Sona. Please."
She closed her eyes, her breathing becoming shallow. His touch caused her stomach to churn and twist as he rubbed his thumb along it soothingly. Her dupatta slid down her shoulders and fell on the floor. She fell exposed to him, her bare back against his silk shirt. He lips graced her neck, just below her earlobe.

"You taste good like this. Like sugar water, honey and vanilla ice cream, Sona."
She turned around in his hold, pushing him away from her, "stop."
"Shsh.. Sona..."
"No."
He frowned, dropping his head onto her shoulder. His fingers trickled her belly button, Reena leaned into him, her neck arched back, as she felt a wave of pleasure. And suddenly, his teeth dug into the skin of her shoulders.  Her body stiffened for a moment before she relaxed into his touch, enjoying every sensation he inflicted on her, as his mouth travelled down to her collarbone.
"Rocky.." She murmured faintly, trying to contain the sounds of pleasure escaping her throat. She couldn't stop herself.
"Sona.." He breathed. "Say my name once more."
Her breathing grew louder, her moans became louder, he turned her, her lips parted ever so lightly. His hand went into her hair, and he gently gave a tug, digging his face in her neck and devouring her.  She squirmed helplessly, feeling as if she would explode any moment now.
When she didn't answer him, he pulled away. His lips glided down her jawline, to her chin, to her neck, biting, sucking and licking. His tongue stroked the area where the vein of her jugular pulsated with each thrust of his tongue.
"Rocky.." She whimpered, her voice hoarse.
He stopped abruptly, looking at her with a dark gaze. "Say my name again."
She swallowed hard, nodding. "Rocky."
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Yes, Sona".
She moved her head slightly, pressing her lips against his own.
He groaned and kissed her back feverishly, his grip tightening on her hips. His hands slipped inside her dress, caressing her soft skin.
"Rocky."
Her moans were muffled against his lips.
Suddenly, he let go of her. She opened her eyes, gasping for air. She saw him pull his shirt off, his muscular chest, his lean torso covered in tiny dark hairs, perfectly smooth. His abs rippled beneath his skin. The sight of him made her breathless.
He placed his hands on the sides of her face, running his thumbs over her cheeks, bringing her close, their mouths colliding softly. His kisses were rough and demanding, as if he had never tasted such sweetness.
His hands slipped underneath her dress, caressing her bare thighs. Reena bit her lip, unable to control herself. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tugging his head forward and deepening the kiss. His lips moved to her jaw, leaving featherlight kisses there.
"Rocky," she moaned, "please"
"Please what?" He replied huskily.
She could reply, as she wasn't sure what she wanted. Her body responded instead, moaning as he sucked on her neck.
He growled low in his throat, pulling her tightly against his naked body. His hands roamed her body as if he hadn't felt her presence for days. As if his touch alone wasn't enough to awaken the butterflies within her stomach. As if she weren't already wet between her legs, begging him to enter her.
"Oh Sona, " he muttered as he pushed her down on the bed. He towered her, her heart raced, pounding on her chest, trying to break free. He reclaimed her neck, trailing the kisses down, reaching the valley of her breasts.  Her fingers curled into his hair, as she arched her back, letting him explore her body, slowly and methodically.
In that moment, she would have given him everything, but Rocky wasn't a man of impulse. All his moves were planned and calculated. He looked into his eyes and a dangerous smirk appeared on his face.
"You are mine, Sona. But I shall only take you when you confess your feelings for me"
She shook her head, tears forming in her eyes, as her lips quivered with anger . He chuckled, shaking his head.
"And do you think I care about those petty emotions you hold so dearly in your heart? Do not give them a second thought." he paused and smiled, "do you remember how I said that I loved you ?"
A tear ran down her cheek, dripping slowly onto the sheet, disappearing in the darkness. She tried to say something, but nothing came out.
"I told you that I will never leave you. You belong to me and I will always be yours."He got off her, and walked away , grabbing the clothes from the pile on the chair next to the bed.
Once he was dressed, he looked down upon her, standing above her. She felt a pang of pain in her chest, as she stared up at him. He leaned down, kissing her forehead softly.
"Goodnight, my Queen." he covered her with the dupatta she had almost forgotten.
And with that he left the room, leaving her full of desire and unsatisfied.