Haasil- Never Give Up On Love

PART- 73 (Real Culprit)

NOTE: Well, mujhe yeh bolna tha, main kahi jaa nahi rahi hoon. Yahi hoon. Aur shayed bohot zald, ek story leke aun. It won't be a SidNaaz fiction. Normal romantic fiction hoga. Whoever loves my work, hopefully woh log padhenge. Otherwise, I'll publish them in other platform.

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SANA POV

"Today I'll show you what obsession means for real." He declared before making me almost a dead flesh, by making love with me all night.

We make love, in every corner of our house in every possible sex position he could do. I would say it was not a love making but more of a punishing sex. He punished me for thinking about leaving him.

My whole body has his hand prints, bite marks and I am super sore. I am not able to walk properly. I'm lumping.

I clearly remember his reaction and words when I told him how sore I am, and my whole body is in pain and I'm lumping around the house on the breakfast table.

Hearing my words, he smiled proudly and said, "Good to hear that, Princess. Now this pain will keep reminding you whom you belong,"

He then pulled me from my chair on his lap. Like a good girl, I comfortablely sit on his lap and he wraps his left hand around me for my protection. That's what I thought at that moment. He snuggled into my neck plant a few soft kisses from there to my ear. I moaned his name throwing my head on his shoulder, clenching my top.

"That's right, Princess. You belong to me." He said, then slipped his left hand inside my shorts and cupped my sore pussy then slipped one finger deep inside me.

As expected I moaned and wide open my legs for him. But, he didn't move his finger, which made me desperate.

"Sidharth, please." I beg for more. I was sore as fuck. But my body was still responding for more. My pussy clenched around his slender finger, desperately to get fucked. When he didn't move, I moved my hips for some relief.

"See, even your body and pussy knows who owns it, me."  He growled against my ears and sucked my earlobe sensually.

"Yes," I moaned. "Now please fuck me." I begged like a desperate soul.

"As you say," He finally started moving his finger giving me a release.

The whole time he was asking, "Who owns you?" And I was moaning, "You,"

Both today on the breakfast table and last night, I saw a different kind of Sidharth when he was fucking me like a mad person. He was my kind of Sidharth. Possessive, obsessed, passionate, dominating and a psycho lover type.

He was showing his possession over me. I loved it. I understood it with his tight hold on my body, possessed eyes on me and with his rough kisses and bites and those hard and punishing thrusts that made me go crazy and super sore.

Did I enjoyed it? Definitely yes. I did. I loved every bit of it. Even if I am not able to walk or sit properly right now. Before he left for college, he asked me to rest all day in bed. So, I'm in bed resting to get some more energy for another long night.

Before leaving for college he said, "You need to remember whom you belong, Princess. And, I know exactly how. Me buried deep inside you, every fucking night. I will fuck you again and again and again, until you remember only one name, mine."

I loved when he said that. It showed his possession over me. So, I ended up kissing him. He responded with much more passion and dominance leaving me breathless. I needed to hit on his shoulder to stop him. He was that passionate.