LETHAL
DANGEROUS
ICE HEARTED
Shivansh Oberoi, a predator in Armani suit. He is cold and emotionless who ruins everything that threatens him or his family. He lives in darkness with his demons. Until one day he meets a girl totally opposite him. What...
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"You shouldn't have provoked me"
He strokes his hand on my ass cheeks and over my thong. His touch is so dominant, disallowing even an ounce of resistance.
I try to jiggle my body to stare back at him but his hold on my hair tightens, letting me know who is in complete control here. I can't move without his approval.
"You know I have been seeing you wiggling your ass here and there. And I have been seeing every fucker whose eyes lands on it. I think it's time to teach you some discipline."
His chest covers my back—hot and powerful. Then he whispers near my ear. "Right?"
"Vansh....please" my voice comes out like a haunted whisper. I'm begging him but for what? To stop or to take it further? I just want him to test my limits to the point where I won't be able to come back from this.
He pushes off me, his body heat leaving mine. But his grip on my hair is still enact.
"You sound much pleasing while begging. But now is not the time for this. That will come soon." I shiver at his dark promise. I am really playing with fire.
My thoughts are interrupted by his firm command.
"Now, short stuff. Count from ten. If you miss any we start from scratch, okay?"
Before I can understand his words, a slap echoes in the air. My mouth opens in a wordless cry as pain erupts on my ass cheek, hot and fierce. He doesn't give me time to focus before his hand meets my other ass, harder than first time. So hard that my legs start shaking.
"Tsk. I told you to count." His voice dark and dominant. "I really can do this all day baby girl and not get tired of it." As much as I would want to hate it I don't.
The slap collides my skin again and I whimper. "Ten"
He smacks me again and a whimper escapes my throat, mixed with my raw breathing. "Ni—nine"
The air is weighed down with twisted emotions and depravity. Never in my life I imagined myself to be in this position. But maybe that's exactly I always wanted since the first time he warned me away. Ever since he told me about his deviant tendencies.
Maybe this is why I always provoked him. I did that on purpose because I wanted to see him snap. I just had no idea that it would be this brutal. Or that I would have this foggy reaction to it.
His hand come down on my flesh again and a cry escapes my lips. He has ruthlessness of a whip. It's painful yet somehow pleasurable. Jesus I'm going insane.
"If I tell you anything you will obey." Slap
"You will not ignore my warnings." Slap
"You will fucking listen to me." Slap
"And you will learn to behave" Slap
"Ei-eight, seven, six, five" I cry out grabbing onto the edges of the table with a death grip. My nail dugs into it as sweat trickles down my body.
