Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*a dominance pleasure*

***author's pov***

***⚠️ WARNING***

***MATURE CONTENT AHEAD***

Aayara's heart pounded as she widened her eyes in fear. "No… no!" she gasped, her voice trembling as she watched Arjun chuckle darkly. He slowly pulled his belt off, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops sending a chill down her spine.

"Scared now, aren’t you?" Arjun mocked, his smirk widening as he twirled the belt in his hand, enjoying the fear he saw in her eyes.

Aayara's breaths quickened, her body stiffening as she backed up against the headboard, desperately trying to create some distance between them. Her mind raced, searching for a way out of this nightmare. She wanted to scream, but the words wouldn’t come out.

"Please, Arjun… don't…" she whispered, her voice shaky, but Arjun didn’t stop. He was reveling in the power he had over her, the twisted satisfaction of making her feel helpless.

"You wanted my attention, didn't you?" His voice was low, taunting. "Well, now you have it. Let's see how far you're willing to go to keep it."

Shree pushed him and ran to the door groaning as she found it locked .

Arjun smiled faintly.." strip ! , you thought you can just do anything and get away with it? , how fuking naive! "

AAYARA trembled as her hands went to the zipper of her blouse .

Arjun's eyes blazed with fury as he watched Aayara fumble with the zipper of her blouse . Her fingers trembled, clearly struggling to navigate the simple task, and it only fueled his anger further. She had no idea what she had done, no concept of the chaos she had unleashed with her innocent, bumbling behavior. He could feel the rage building in his chest, a pressure that demanded release.

"For God's sake, Aayara, can you do anything right?" he snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.

She flinched at his tone, her wide, doe-like eyes locking onto his. "I'm sorry, Arjun," she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with a mix of fear and confusion. "I just... I don't know how to..."

"Don't know how to what? Zip down your blouse?" he sneered, stepping closer. The heat from his body radiated against hers, but there was no warmth in it. Only aggression.

Aayara took a step back, her back hitting the wall behind her. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from the storm brewing within him. "Please, Arjun, it's not my fault," she pleaded, her voice trembling.

He moved so quickly she barely had time to react. His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with enough force to make her gasp. "Oh, it's very much your fault," he growled, yanking her forward until they were face to face. "Your acts  your stupidity... it's maddening."

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared up at him. There was a part of her that still wanted to believe he would stop, that he would see her fear and pull back. But deep down, she knew better. The fire in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

"Let me go, Arjun," she whispered, trying to tug her wrist free, but his grip only tightened.

"Not yet," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "First, you need to understand exactly what you've done."

His free hand slid up her arm, tracing a line over her skin with deliberate slowness. The sensation should have been soothing, sensual even, but the way his touch lingered, almost painfully slow, sent shivers down her spine. It was a caress laced with menace, each stroke a reminder of the control he held over her.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes. "I don't want this."

"Too bad," he murmured, leaning in closer until his lips were nearly touching her ear. "You should have thought about that before you acted so damn dumb."

His words stung, cutting through her like a blade. She felt the tears spill over, sliding down her cheeks as she struggled to maintain some semblance of composure. But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

With a sudden, sharp movement, he released her wrist and grabbed the neckline of her dress. Before she could react, he ripped the zipper down, the fabric tearing apart with a violent sound. Her dress fell open, exposing the delicate lace of her bra beneath.

"No!" she cried, clutching at the torn garment, trying to hold it together. But it was too late. The damage was done.

Arjun's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her exposed skin. "Pathetic," he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Look at you, Aayara. You're nothing but a pathetic whore i brought before just married to me ..bad luck."

Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. "Why are you doing this?" she sobbed, her voice raw with emotion. "Why are you being so cruel?"

He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers, pinning her to the wall. "Because you deserve it," he hissed, his lips brushing against her cheek as he spoke. "Every bit of it."

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands reached around to cup her breasts, squeezing roughly through the thin fabric of her bra. The pain was immediate and intense, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation of it all. To be treated like this, so violently, so degradingly... it was more than she could bear.

"Stop it!" she screamed, thrashing against him, desperate to break free. But he only laughed, a cold, mocking sound that made her blood run cold.

"What's the matter, Aayara? Don't like it when the tables are turned?" he taunted, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh. "Feels good to be on the receiving end, doesn't it?"

She couldn't answer. All she could do was sob, her body shaking with the force of her tears. But he wasn't finished. Oh no, this was just the beginning.

With a swift motion, he pulled her bra down, freeing her breasts from their confinement. They bounced slightly as they were released, jiggling under his predatory gaze. He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above her nipple, breathing hot air across the sensitive skin.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice thick with malice. "You like being exposed, being used."

She shook her head frantically, her mind reeling as she tried to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. "No... please... stop..."

But he didn't stop. Instead, he closed the distance, his teeth grazing lightly against her nipple, sending a shudder through her entire body. It should have been a pleasurable sensation, but it wasn't. It was pure agony, every nerve ending screaming in protest.

"Please," she begged again, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "Please, Arjun... I can't take anymore..."

He paused, lifting his head to look into her tear-streaked face. For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of something in his eyes, something other than anger. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced once more by the cold, hard mask of rage.

"No," he said simply, his voice devoid of any emotion. "You can take it. And you will."

With that, he lowered his mouth again, this time taking her nipple between his teeth and biting down gently, testing her reaction. She gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. But he wasn't satisfied with just a bite. No, he continued to tease and torment her nipple with his tongue, licking and sucking on it until she was crying out involuntarily, lost in a haze of sensation.

"That's it," he murmured against her skin. "Take it, Aayara. Take it all."

Her body betrayed her, arching into his touch despite her protests. She hated herself for it, hated the way her body responded to his ministrations, but she couldn't help it. She was trapped, ensnared by his dominance, forced to submit to his will.

But even as her body yielded, her mind rebelled. There had to be a way out, a way to escape the hell he was putting her through. She just had to find it.

And then, in a moment of clarity, she realized something important. Something that might just give her the strength she needed to fight back.