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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One week. Seven days.
That's how long it has been since the day Shivansh kissed me in the rain. No, that wasn't the kiss. The day he devoured me. Swallowed me like he promised.
Jesus.
Just thinking about it makes me shiver. The way he feasted me on me like I'm his last meal. Is it bad that I craved his roughness and dominance. Probably, but then again, I was always reckless.
When we got back, he ordered me to strip and lay down in my bed. I was shivering from cold but I did as he said. Then he come inside my room and still dressed in his wet clothes. I wanted to ask him to get naked but something about his dark look stopped me.
He stood at the foot of my bed while I laid naked in front of him, my breathing ragged. After examining me for what felt like centuries, he finally touched my folds and starts fucking me with his rough hands. I swear I saw stars dancing in front of my vision as he brutally fucked my pussy. That night I came three times. And by the time he stopped his assault, I was a sobbing mess.
After that he silently cover my body with duvet and turns off my light before leaving the place. I was so exhausted that it took me seconds to drift off to sleep. The next morning when I woke up, my body was sore and my lips were puffy.
Since then, he keeps coming to his penthouse and doing things to me. Sometimes he would order me to lay down on table while other on the bed. If I ever deny his order, he would punish me. Sometimes I deny just for that.
"You can't spank me like a toddler" I retorted when he told me bend against couch. He just smirked darkly and twirled me around so my body was smashed between him and the couch. And then he started his punishment. He beat my ass while gagging my mouth with his finger. I knew he enjoyed that session. He loved when I begged him for release or when I cry due to his force. He enjoys making me a mess.
I know people would say he is a sadist but I like his doing. I like his ruthlessness and savageness. If he is a sadist for hurting me then what does it make me if I enjoyed his pain?
I was always a tough girl but something about him makes me weak in the knees. He shows me new face of pain that comes with pleasure. He makes me to enjoy the pain. To embrace it. And God how much I love it. Because he is the one who unleashes it.
Now back in the present. Today he is giving me another version of pain. And I don't like it.
"Are you sure you want to do it?" I ask for the fifth time since we have arrived.
"Yes" he says the same answer fifth time.
This what happens when you are too good. I asked me two days ago what he would like to do because I'm one who decides every time what we should do. At first, he just said whatever I want but after nudging him for eternity he finally answered. He said to be ready in the morning in my jogging dress. I was happy thinking we are going to jog in the park while chatting but my happiness was short lived. He picked me up today and drove here in the middle of nowhere. There are big mountains and guess what. We are going to jog on those. Yep. He fucking fooled me into hiking.
