THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

50. CONFLICTED!

Hey folks!

Life's been busy, & I've been travelling around... My sis got a govt job & I was with her at her posting place to help her sick-self settle, & came back only to find my college assignments burdening in my shelf... :-(

I wrote this amidst all these, so spare my poor ass for being late yet again, but am trying my level best to be timely, cause else my link breaks which I so hate.. :(

Enjoy reading & lemme know your opinions! Till then I'll read your comments on the last chapter which I missed amidst all these chaos...

THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

Chapter 50... CONFLICTED!

Ishana breathed in deeply, closing her eyes trying to calm herself down from the last high she just had a few minutes back.

Her body was still shivering from the hide tide of pleasure washing over her exhausted body, her vagina throbbed, still feeling him vigorously & desperately moving within her, when she opened her eyes with a determination.

She looked around at the unfamiliar room, which belonged to him, his bed, his pillow, his comforter, his citrus-musky perfume with a hint of his bodily masculine scent, his warmth, his arms... All were too tempting for her determination to melt away like a melting glacier under the direct rays of the Sun. But her determination was far more than his allure, her temptations & her exhaustion.

She looked at him who had his skin flustered from the exercise he just did, as he took deep breaths, calming himself from his high. His eyes blinking as he looked outside the window, right behind her, his possessive hold yet on her waist.After that heated session in the kitchen & then the more heated session in the car, he took her to a restaurant, where they had a private lunch, more like he staring at her & she trying to feed her hungry self while being preyed upon by the eyes of her starving beast...

Then they came back, & before she could even comprehend, he yet again pounced upon her, & who was she to deny him. She could never deny him, neither under their deal of her being his whore, nor under the clause of her cursed love for this heartless beast.

Removing his hold off her, she sat up taking every ounce of tiny energy left within her, as her eyes shown in determination to at least get away from him, the one who had captured her soul in his grasps forever.

"Where to?" asked he, his voice low, as he looked at her surprised when she got up even on her dead legs, making her suppress her chuckle.

His power might be tormenting, but her might is her endurance. She has endured beatings & starvation of weeks when she was made to run around for her & her loved ones' lives, a few heated sessions were nothing in front of her will power, in front of her endurance skills.

She paid no heed to him as wrapped in his comforter she walked to the door, when he voiced his question again.

He knew the answer, but he yet asked her, to listen her again, to look at her again, to stop her forever.

"I asked where to!" he spoke, his voice a bit impatient, which he tried to cover as he sat up on the bed, thinking it'd be enough for her to come back.

Ishana momentarily closed her eyes taking a breathe to contain her painful hisses which came to her mouth with each step she took, & turned to him, her back now facing the door. Her legs quivered cause of the intense sessions, her eyes droopy, her skin marked from all that could be seen, her hairs messy. He gulped finding her as enchanting as never before.