PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

42. Intense

SIDDHARTH'S POV

It was Avneet's purse, the one she had carried to the restaurant. Intelligent woman, I would have never thought that she would willingly hide in the musty store among dust.

The motive driving her was far stronger than what I anticipated.

"Avneet, you may come out now. I've got you," I called. Not surprisingly, I was greeted with silence.

She would drive this till the last breath, and I would normally have no problem with it, except that the prospect of walking inside the store and looking for my wife in the designer suit made me crinkle my nose.

"I would make you pay harder if you don't come out right now." I was cheating, but I didn't care.

Still no reply. I had 3 minutes left, which left me with no choice but to go inside.

The first thing I was greeted with was a cobweb that plastered itself on my face. I shrugged it away. My hand blindly looked for the light switch on the wall, and when I found it, the bulb didn't turn on.

Great. The game that was supposed to be fun for me just turned into an adventure.

I retraced my steps and came out of the store. I had only one minute left anyway.

"I swear to God, Avneet, you're one tough woman," I mumbled, and a restrained chuckle came from behind me. I swivelled on my heel, but no one was there.

Another sound came, this time from my right, from... and it struck me. I ran and threw the door open to the stairs.

"I spy," Avneet said to me, biting her lip.

I look at my watch. We were two seconds past the 20-minute mark. I would have never thought of looking in the stairwell.

"You were enjoying the show from here?" I raised a brow.

"I even left the purse and sprayed my perfume in the room," she said, waving the tiny perfume bottle in her hand.

She probably had it tucked in her purse all the time. Women and their habit of carrying a mini wardrobe in their purses.

"You're one smart woman, Mrs. Avneet Kaur Nigam."

"Do I get to come now?" Avneet asked, the hunger evident in her eyes, and my inner animal unleashed.

I grabbed her hair and claimed her lips. I was tugging too hard on her hair, and some strands were already coming loose in my hands, but I did not care.

I did not care where I pressed her a little too roughly against the wall. Or when I squeezed her neck to choke her and left a red necklace. I did not care because she did not care either.

She kissed me with the same ravenous hunger that was driving me, too. She unleashed her ugliest parts in my arms and gave me all of them.

"Who owns you?" I grunted. My hand choked her windpipes so hard that she had to take deep breaths to breathe. I tightened my grip when she did not answer immediately, effectively cutting her air supply.

"You," she choked. I slightly loosened my hold.

"Who owns this pussy?"

"Me," she replied.

My eyes darkened, and the smirk on her face grew.

"Me," she repeated.

It was as if she was tempting me to choke her to death. I tightened my grip and clasped my hand.

"WHO. OWNS. THIS. PUSSY?" I emphasised every syllable.

"Me," she said, even when the colour of her skin was turning pale.