Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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Sometimes, the most unexpected things happen to you. Your life changes when you least expect it. Especially with the man you least expect it with.
I throw my purse on the vanity and stare at my own reflection. I was never fond of my glasses until I was told I look sexy in them, six months ago. I don't believe Vikram. I absolutely don't, but he changed alot of things in my life. The way I see myself, the way he sees me, it all changed in the last six months.
I unzip my dress and push it down my body. I love work, I love everything computers, because they used to distract me from how awfully lonely I was before. Now? Now I have other things that keep me occupied. I gather my hair to twist them up in a knot.
A warm hand feathers over my back while a kiss is planted at the top of my spine. I make eye contact with the man in white shirt looming behind me through the mirror. He has thrown off his suit jacket and tie. God bless him for it.
His hand traces down my shoulders. "I love how tiny you are."
"Everyone is tiny next to you, you're a behemoth." His lips tilt up in humor. "You're still tiny."
"I'm 5'5. That isn't tiny, that's average height."
"For whom?"
"Women." I guess. I'm not sure but- He kisses my neck and I raise my hand up to take off my glasses.
"Keep them on." He commands in that sexy voice of his. He somehow always gets it during sex. "And watch."
He bends me forward, and I grab the sides of the mirror. He uses one hand to push my panties aside and the other to unclasp my bra. My body bends to his will in whatever way he likes. He traces a finger through my folds, humming in that raspy voice. "Such a perfect girl, with a perfect pussy. You want it fucked?"
"Yes!"
"I couldn't hear you." Fucking asshole.
"Yes, sir."
He hums again, pushing a finger in, only to pump it in slow, agonizing strokes. It makes me more wet, more desperate, and I'm sure it satisfies him to new levels. I hear him unbuckle his belt and I hear it touch the floor.
I look up into the mirror to find his eyes on me. He looms over me like a God. So perfect, so pretty, so goddamn controlled. He tilts his head to the side, mocking me in a way only celestials mock the mortals.
I seem like his loyal subject. One he gets to do whatever he wants with. He pulls his finger out only to push it into his mouth. "Perfect." I glare with all that is left in me.
"It would be better if it felt good for me too. But I shouldn't expect it, should I?"
A hard smack lands on my ass and I cry out. Fuck that hurt! "What did I tell you about being a brat? Bratty nerds get punished. You want to be fucked or not?"
