Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*MY TIGRESS*

***author's pov***

Arjun's eyes darkened as he stepped closer to the scene, his presence unnoticed by Meera and Aayara. His gaze flickered between Aayara, biting her lip to suppress the pain, and Meera, standing there with a smug smirk on her face. The sight of Meera's satisfaction as Aayara silently struggled sent a wave of fury coursing through him.

Aayara’s fair skin had turned red, a mix of anger, pain, and exhaustion evident in every movement. She wasn’t the type to complain, and he could see how hard she was trying to endure it all, not letting her emotions show, but the sight of her suffering made Arjun’s blood boil.

Without a word, he walked toward them, his footsteps heavy and purposeful. Meera's smirk began to fade as she sensed his approach, but it was too late. Arjun stopped beside Aayara, his cold, calculating eyes locking onto Meera with a deadly calm.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Arjun's voice was low, but the dangerous edge in it made Meera’s smirk vanish completely.

He didn’t wait for her answer as he gently took Aayara's hand, inspecting the burn on her wrist. His touch was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the fiery anger blazing in his eyes as he looked back at Meera. "Is this how you treat the woman of this house?" His tone was venomous, his jaw clenched tightly.

Meera stammered, unable to come up with an excuse. Arjun’s gaze never left her, and for the first time, Meera saw something in her son that made her realize she had overstepped her bounds.

. Arjun stood at the top of the sweeping staircase, his presence commanding and cold. His eyes, like shards of ice, bore into Ayara as she stood defiantly below, her delicate hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"You think you can challenge me?" Arjun's voice was a low rumble, echoing through the opulent space. "You, how dare you did that to her! "

Ayara's breath hitched, but she lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a fire that belied her fragile appearance. "I will not be your pawn anymore, Arjun. I refuse to let your stepmother control me."

Arjun descended the stairs, each step deliberate, his polished shoes clicking against the stone. He moved with the grace of a predator, hissuit hugging his powerful frame. When he reached her, he tipped her face up with a single finger, his touch both gentle and unyielding.

"Do you not understand, Ayara?" His voice softened, becoming almost tender. "You are mine. My wife. My property. And it is my duty to protect you, even from yourself."

Ayara's heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and anger bubbling within her. She pushed his hand away, backing up a step, but he followed, closing the distance between them.

"You think you can just order me around, make decisions for me?" she spat, her eyes blazing. "I am not some ornament to be displayed and hidden away!"

Arjun's expression darkened, his jaw tightening. "You will learn respect, Ayara. You will understand your place."

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him. The force of his grip made her gasp, but she refused to show any sign of submission. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Tonight, you will be punished," he whispered, his voice a silken threat. "And when I am done, you will beg for my mercy."

Ayara struggled against his hold, but his strength was overwhelming. He dragged her towards their private chambers, her feet stumbling over the plush carpets. Her mind raced, searching for a way out, a way to resist, but Arjun's dominance was absolute.

Once inside their room, he slammed the door shut with his foot, locking it behind them. He pushed her onto the bed, her body sinking into the luxurious mattress. Ayara scrambled to sit up, but Arjun was on her in an instant, pinning her down with his weight.

"No more games, Ayara," he growled, his eyes burning with intensity. "You will submit to me."

She tried to kick out, but he caught her leg, holding it tightly. His free hand slid under her skirt, fingers trailing up her thigh, making her shiver despite her anger.

"Stop this, Arjun!" she cried, but her words lacked conviction, weakened by the sensations he evoked.

He ignored her pleas, his touch moving higher, finding the edge of her panties. With a swift motion, he ripped them aside, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful, so vulnerable. But tonight, you will learn to be strong."

Ayara's breath came in ragged gasps, her body betraying her as his fingers pressed against her core. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the relentless assault on her senses.

"Open your eyes, Ayara," he commanded, his fingers teasing her entrance. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, she obeyed, meeting his gaze once more. There was a wildness in his eyes, a hunger that consumed him. He lowered his head, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, forcing her mouth open with his tongue.

Desperation fueled her next move. She bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. Arjun pulled back, his hand going to his mouth, tasting the iron tang of his own blood.

"Bitch," he muttered, his tone laced with admiration and fury. "You fight like a tigress."

Ayara seized the opportunity, shoving him off her with all her might. She bolted from the bed, reaching for the nightstand where she kept a small dagger for protection. Her fingers closed around the cool metal hilt just as Arjun tackled her to the ground.

They grappled for control, the dagger slipping from her grasp as they rolled across the floor. Arjun's weight pinned her down, his hands gripping her wrists, holding them above her head.

"Fight me, Ayara," he panted, his chest heaving with exertion. "But know that you will never win."

Her eyes locked with his, a silent challenge passing between them. She thrashed beneath him, her body straining against his hold. But his strength was too great, his resolve unwavering.

"Submit," he demanded, his voice raw with need. "Or I will make you."

Ayara's resistance wavered, her body trembling with the effort to maintain her defiance. But the truth was undeniable: she was his, bound by more than just marriage vows.

"Please," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I can't endure more ...."

Arjun's grip loosened, his expression softening a bit as he gazed down at her. He released her wrists, cupping her face with his hands.

"Now rest , enough work for today ," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips again. This time, the kiss was filled with promise and possession.

Ayara's body relaxed beneath him, her submission complete. She knew what was coming, and despite her fear, a part of her welcomed it. For in Arjun's arms, she was more than just a pawn; she was his partner, his equal.

And in the dark, secret places of her heart, she knew she would always belong to him