Raavi - When The Crowned Princess meets The Mafia King.

Munaazrah

I lied on his bed, my back facing up with my legs swinging as I worked on my laptop. I heard the door open, but I knew who it was by the commotion the servants had made when he arrived.

"Hey, babe." He says as I don't answer.
He removes his watch keeping it on the table and sits on the couch taking off his shoes.

"Raavi?" He says, as I hear the shoes being pushed aside on the carpet as I feel the depression of the bed near my knee.

"I am not talking to you. Stay away." I say and turn back to my laptop.

"What happened? Are you okay? Did someone say something?" He says worried.

"Don't talk to me." I say in a monotonous tone not even turning to look at him this time.

"Are you pissed at me?" He says, as I don't answer.

"Did you do something? Should I be pissed at you?" I say focussing on the screen. He thinks for a moment and then walks to the side and sits beside me.

"What did I do?" He says, as I wanted to choke the living fuxk out of him.

"What am I to you?" I ask, as he huffs.

"What kind of question is that? Raavi, You are the reason I'm able to get out of bed every morning." He says as I save the document and shut the laptop, sitting up to face him.

"So, you get up and go to your office without telling me. It was your first damn day at the office after almost three months. Once. Not once did you tell me... ME. Miss Raavi Sandhu, that you won't be available when you come home. Your house help knows that you went to the office today... But I... Your reason to get out of bed doesn't even know why you are out of bed?"

"Here we go, the princess finally appears." He whispers to himself.

"Excuse me?" I say extremely angry at his reaction. Shouldn't he be apologizing.

"I... I'm sorry Raavi. I mean..."

"You mean what?"

"I was just curious... And now... This possessive, dominating, caring and territorial side of you is refreshing and honestly, pretty badass. I was kind of waiting for it."

"How dare you? Territorial? Did I pee on you or what?" I ask as he lifts his hands, showing palms that he surrendered.

"I wish you do." He says refering to make me squirt, I guess as my eyes widen. "I'm sorry. I... My bad. So, tell me how can I make it up to you?"

"My princess upbringing is the reason I'm still sitting here waiting for you, and not in my apartment after I locked you out of it and blocked your number because my king taught me better." I say as his shoulders lean down.

"And I'm really thankful." he says, putting his hands on my shoulders massaging gently. "I didn't plan to go but then this contract came up. You weren't replying, so I decided to not text you and bother you. I'm so sorry."

"Whatever. Just... You know it's rude and disrespectful to your partner. I grew up in a house with house-help too and they talk. Sometimes little insignificant things turn into big gossip and that can be ugly."

"How about I make it up to you?" He asks, as I tilt my head.

"How?" I ask as he gets up and walks to the foot of the bed. He drags my legs down as he kneels before me. "What are you..." I go to say as he removes my shorts and panties, sliding them down my feet and throwing away in one quick swoop as the cold air hits my core.

"Fuck, so pretty..." He says kissing my mound as my mouth falls open. "So, what were you saying?" He says, as I forget what I was saying as his face goes between my thighs his tongue licking over my core sending shivers up my spine.

"I... I... That..." I try to argue, as he pushes me gently making me fall back on the bed, placing my legs on his shoulder his face between my thighs as he kisses my core. His hand separates my labia, his tongue swooping over the hotness making me bite my lower lip to avoid screaming.

His tongue hovers, slightly digging into the opening as my eyes shut in pleasure.

He starts slow as my moans grow louder with his intensity. His fingers slide inside me and his tongue takes to  pressure over my clit as I scream his name, bedsheet between my tight fists as his fingers jerks and pumps inside me.

His tongue flickers and rubs, circles and alternating to turning a switch on and off as the heat from core travels up my spine to my brain making my thoughs fuzzy. He hooks his fingers curving them up as he touches a spot that makes me scream his name again and again. The soft and yet rapid thrusts of his fingers make me throw my head back and groan in oblivion as I whisper his name, until I couldn't breath.

He stops, his face coming out from between my thighs to breath as my wetness stuck to his light grown beard.

I blushed at the mess I had made on his face looking for a pillow to hide my face.

"Ahan..." He says, holding my hand where I had reached for the pillow as he holds my chin with his free hand to kiss me.

He tasted of me and his kiss was soft, sensual, and yet dominating sending butterflies down my freshly loosened core.

"Dinner's ready." We heard Dianne say with a knock on the door.

We broke the kiss as I looked up at him and tried to stand up. "Comi...ahh.." I fell back on the bed as my legs felt like jell-o as he chuckles.

"Coming." He says with a wink, as I pull my sweatshirt down my thighs and he slides them up again. "I love you." He says, with a quick peck to my lips.

"I love you too." I say watching him still have his tie on. "You should change. I'll clean up so we can eat before the food is cold."

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After dinner, I was done with skincare as he sat in bed with a file in his hands.

"I'm thinking now that you're okay and healed I should start sleeping back at my place once in a while." I say as he looks up and keeps the file aside.

"What is wrong with you today? Why are you only thinking such upsetting thoughts?" He says, clearly trying to think of a better English word.

I felt his struggle of being bilingual, or trilingual in my case and four in his.

"I can think of something good." I say, as my hand slid down his bare torso and on his crotch. He held my hand steady.

"No." He says, as my brows furrow.

"But you've pleased me twice and..." I say, thinking maybe he didn't want me to do it because of my lack of experience.

"A release requires alot of abdominal muscles to work and I'm... I shouldn't do that yet. As much as I want this, I'll hurt myself and that will set us back again. I want to heal quickly for you." he says, reaching to switch off the lamp with his hand before he could kiss me good night and cuddle into me.