~Anidita~ of Love and Desire

SS:2 Part:8

Anirudh was raging. And Bondita could sense that from the way his eyes were shooting daggers at her.

Anirudh being angry wasn't an unfamiliar sight to Bondita. Rather she had only seen his anger since day one.

The ‘A’ in Anirudh stands for anger.

Bondita thought with a scowl on her face.

It had been a minute or so since Anirudh dragged her mercilessly into the bathroom. The wound on her hand had started bleeding from the force he used to yank the bandage off of it. She could feel the burning sensation and it made her want to cry out loud but she held her tears to appear strong in front of him.

He was intimidating and she was intimidated but there's no way she'd let him know that. She knew it would fuel his ego further because that's what he has been trying to do. Ever since he brought her into his home as his captive, she's seen him finding pleasure in her fear.

None of them had moved even an inch from their places. Anirudh was standing rigid in front of her while glaring right into her eyes. A frown never leaving his handsome face.

Handsome?

Bondita was astonished at her own thoughts. Why was she praising his looks? She should be mad, she should be raging. But instead, here, she felt drawn to him. Well yes, he is indeed handsome but she didn't have to acknowledge that. She only needed to remember that he has been holding her captive, he tortured her and even touched her in ways no one should.

He touched her.

This certain reminder that her mind provided should have stirred anger in her.

It didn't.

Upon replaying the scene in her mind, what she felt was far from anger. It evoked desires in her.

That day, she was trapped under him. He was hovering over her. One by one, he had buried his long fingers deep inside her. Rapidly moving in and out, rubbing her clit simultaneously at an impressive pace and just the right amount of pressure, while tears had rolled out of her eyes. She had cried, whimpered and begged. Nothing affected him. Nothing stopped him. And she didn't want to admit it but even in that pain, she had found a strange pleasure. She had grabbed onto his hand and shoulder for support while cumming on his hand. That was when he had stopped. He had brought his fingers out of her in one go but rested his palm on her core for a while. And she, very shamelessly, had rubbed herself against his palm. It was only when his soft chuckle echoed in the room had she came out of her trance. She had gasped and immediately pushed his palm away in fear of doing something immoral again.

She considered herself dirty for what she had done, for how she had reacted to his touch and for how she was craving it now.

Putting everything aside, the only thing she could think of right now was his intoxicating touch. The more she resisted, the more she craved for it. And she hated it. She hated how he turned her into what her family had warned her never to become. A woman who had no place in society. They would disown her if they come to know about how she was touched by a man she shared no relationship with.

She hated it all but somewhere she didn't want it to end either. She was anticipating what more he could do to her, what more he could make her do.

She was confused at her own feelings. She had never let any man near her. Then why was she not protesting now when he's undressing her?