Burning Hearts

78. 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧

Chapter-78

Parul's POV

My body is sore and filled with bite marks, his marks. I feel like a truck has run over me.

Well, I asked for it.

I don't know what got into me last night, I did so many embarrassing things.

I begged him to fuck me again and again, harder and harder.

Like what the actual fuck!

But I DON'T REGRET ANYTHING. Not even a bit.

I cannot deny the effect he has on me. His caressing touch ignites a spark inside me. His intense eyes have the power to hypnotise me.

He is a witch.

Last night I begged him shamelessly to fuck me again and again.

Shiva's energy in bed is unmatchable. Insatiable is the word. I tried to keep up with his vigorous thrusts but I couldn't.

He fucked me with abandon. Like he was on a mission.

The first time, he went slow. But the next three rounds were out of the world. He had taken me in different positions.

Despite the soreness and tiredness, I kept chanting his name, begging for more. Because my body was on fire. It needed his touch, it needed him.

Only he could soothe the burning desire.

After the body and mind-shattering sex, he bathed me. I was too tired to move my limbs.

And then he did something that I had clearly forgotten about.

Signing on my body.

When he picked up a black ink marker from the bedside cupboard, I was watching him with confused eyes. It took me a minute to realise what he was doing.

" Why do you do that" I asked him as he settled between my legs and caressed my swollen sex.

Tears were on the verge of escape. Whenever he did that I felt used. And that's what I was feeling until he said,

" Because I own you... because you belong to me..." there was no hint of softness in his voice. He sounded like a typical psycho he is.

I was about to sleep, without giving a damn about his possessiveness. Until...he handed me the marker and asked me to do the same.

" Just like I own you, you own me too...go ahead...mark me as yours" he sounded gentle, the love and affection were oozing out in his voice.

He was right.

If he owns me, it is only fair that I own him too.

Without hesitating, I grabbed the marker and signed my name on his chest. My signature on his chest was big, I did it purposefully.

" Seems like you were waiting to own me?" Shiva had asked me, his tone was playful.

Maybe, he was right.

I traced my signature on his chest and it seemed not only was I waiting to own him, but I also liked the feel of owning him.

How does it feel to own a dangerous man? I didn't answer this question that was popping up in my mind since yesterday night.

It feels splendid.

I feel powerful.

Yesterday night I realised something, I don't like Shiva. My feelings for him are far deeper than I know... than I realised.