Midnight Whispers ||18+

Ch-33

"You don't get to control me, Mr. Aarav."

I walked past him but stopped when his voice, lower and more dangerous, echoed in the room~

"Get on my lap, angel, and let me control you while having your tits in my mouth and my fingers in your pussy."

I couldn't take a single step forward because his deep voice and shameless command did something to my core. I clenched my thighs together.

My breathing got heavier, and this time, it wasn't because I was going to deny him. It was because I knew I couldn't resist him anymore.

Why is this happening to me? On one side, I know this is so wrong. But on the other hand, it doesn't feel wrong at all.

I want him. Yes, I want him.
I have never craved something or someone like this, but right now, I do, and I can't help it.

I turned around and saw him. He wasn't even looking back at me. He was sure I'd stop! Jerk.

He got up, walked to the couch, and sat down. "Should I walk over there and pick you up, or are you going to move your steps forward, angel?"

I started to walk toward the couch and stood in front of him. He looked at me and patted his lap. Yes, he fucking patted his lap.

And now I'm pretty sure that I need therapy because it was hot, and it made me wet to my core.

This isn't my first time with him, but still, I can feel the hairs on my neck rising and goosebumps forming on my body. The only things I know right now are that I'm wet to my core, and I need him to touch me, to devour me, to worship me.

"You love it when I get hard on you, don't you? Is that why you always try to disobey me? You want me to go rough, tear your clothes off, tie your hands, and make your body shake with my ruthless thrusts. You want me to suck your tits and have my fingers deep inside you while I take you hard, don't you?"

I knew if I delayed even one second more, the punishment I'd get wouldn't be good and would be hard to resist, so I sat on his lap.

I looked into his eyes. How can he be so handsome? He can get any girl on her knees without even trying. He's so effortlessly dominating.

He brushed his jaw against my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Seeing you in my hoodie over that gorgeous body is the best sight I could ever have."

I clenched my thighs again. Hearing his words made me wet. He placed one hand on my thighs and began to caress them, making me shiver under his touch. I tried to close my thighs, but his hand moved to my inner thighs.

"Do that again, and I'll make sure to explore my kinkiest fantasies with you," he warned.

"Then do it," I replied boldly.

I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I'm sure I'll regret my words tomorrow morning. Do I care? Absolutely not.

"Don't ask for things you can't handle, Sana," I had started hating it when he called me by my name instead of 'angel.'

"Or is it that you can't do things the way I want?" I teased. I saw his eyes darken the moment he heard me.

He tightened his grip on my waist and pulled me closer, whispering in my ear, "I can do very bad things, and I do them very perfectly, angel."

His breathing was getting heavier as he smelled my scent. "Take off your hoodie," he said. No, he ordered me. And the worst part? I'm going to obey all his orders without hesitation. I know he prefers manhandling, and I hate it, but in bed?

I was about to get up from his lap to take off my hoodie, but his voice echoed, "Did I tell you to get up?" I stopped. Yes, I fucking stopped and sat back on his lap.