𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓

She is soft, yet her resilience pulls him in, making him crave the parts of her she keeps hidden.

*Aditya*

The moment my lips brushed her neck, a shiver ran through her. For a heartbeat, she leaned in, her breath hitching as desire shown in her eyes. But just as quickly, reality crashed down on her. With a swift motion, she pushed me away, her hands pressing against my chest as she stepped back, a fire igniting in her gaze.

I'm a bad influence. I should probably leave her alone and let her be. But fuck.

I've had a taste. I want more.

As she walked back to the party, her hand covering the mark I had left, I knew She wasn't the same girl who had walked out minutes earlier. And that mark on her neck? It was going to haunt her.

Anamika. I didn't even know her last name, but I was sure I wouldn't forget her anytime soon.

I couldn't shake the image of her flushed cheeks and the way she had leaned into me for just that brief moment. Damn, I wanted her. I wanted to see that fire in her eyes ignite into something wild.

I left from there. My mind racing with thoughts of those soft lips, the curve of her neck, and the way her body had reacted to my touch. I knew I was in trouble. Once I got home, the plate of food in front of me went untouched, but I had been starving for her-her body, her taste, her moans. Every part of me craved her.

I tried to sleep, but there was everything on my mind except sleep. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, my mind was filled with thoughts of Anamika. How badly I want to fuck her until she can't walk.

I rolled over in bed, trying to find some calm, but the heat of the night lingered, stirring an undeniable desire within me. I could practically hear her moan in my ears. She felt so good in my arms. I want to taste her again, feel her right beneath me. I cursed under my breath, tossing and turning, desperate to rid myself of these thoughts.

I got up, went to the bathroom, and washed my face, trying to shake the pull she had on me, trying to remind myself that I wasn't supposed to care. She was just another woman, another moment.

(Author's pov)

The sun had barely risen, casting a pale light across the city, but inside Aditya's mansion, the atmosphere was thick.

The memory of last night flooded back the warmth of Anamika's skin against his, the way she had gasped when he marked her neck. "Get it together," he muttered, shaking off the thoughts as he adjusted his suit.

Today was critical. He had an important meeting, and there was no room for distraction. After a quick breakfast that went largely untouched, he stepped into his sleek black car.

Arriving at his office, he was greeted by the usual air of tension and urgency. Aditya moved through the halls with purpose, his presence commanding respect from those around him. The walls were made with art that spoke of power, success, and danger, a reminder of what he was willing to do to maintain control.