Illegally His!!??

🔞XVII🔞

Note: This chapter may contain scenes that some readers may find uncomfortable. Proceed at your own risk when reading.

Just as I was trying to figure out what was wrong with her, I felt the heat radiating from her body. Her face was flushed, burning hot to the touch, and that's when it hit me—someone had drugged her. That BASTARD. 

Rage boiled inside me, but I had to keep control.

 I tried to stop Meera, gently pushing her away as she moved closer, but she wasn't in her right mind. She didn't even realize what she was doing. I clenched my jaw, torn between the need to protect her and the desire she was unknowingly provoking.

From the rearview mirror, I caught Marco's smirk. He knew. He could see how helpless I was and how easily Meera brought me to my knees. 

Perfect. Now even my driver knows my weakness. Just great.

Finally, I gave in, leaning forward to press the button that raised the privacy screen between the front seat and the back. I pulled Meera closer, her soft body pressing against mine, her heat and scent overwhelming my senses. 

"I promised I wouldn't touch you unless you asked me to, princess," I thought to myself, my chest tight with frustration. "But right now, even though you aren't in your senses, you're making things a hell of a lot harder for me."

I pull Meera onto my lap, her body soft and warm against mine. She's still drugged, her movements slow and clumsy, but she leans into me, seeking comfort. 

Her head falls to my shoulder, and I kiss her gently, feeling the way she responds even in her dazed state.

 "Xavier..."

 She whispers, her voice barely audible, and it ignites something deep inside me.

I deepen the kiss, my hands roaming over her body, claiming her. She relaxes even more, her curves pressing against me, and I can feel the tension in my chest growing. 

I break the kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw and down her neck, nuzzling her gently.

"Shhh..." I murmur, trying to keep myself under control.

She sighs, soft and content, her head rolling to the side to give me better access. Her words are slurred and incoherent, but the sound of her voice, the way she melts into me, drives me wild. 

She nuzzles into my chest, her behavior so innocent, so trusting. I grip her waist tighter, fighting the urge to take her right here and now.

A low growl escapes me as I kiss her again, this time with more urgency, more need. I part her thighs and pull her closer until she's straddling me, every inch of her pressed against me. It's almost too much to handle. As she grinds against me, I grit my teeth, trying to hold on to the last threads of control. 

"Meera... you don't know what you're doing..." 

I groan, pulling my lips away from hers to bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent as I fight the fire raging inside me.

She mumbles something against my shoulder, completely unaware of what she's doing, her body still moving against mine.

"Xavier... comfy..." 

She murmurs, her voice thick with drowsiness, and it's almost my undoing. 

When her eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused, she bites her lower lip, a small frown forming on her face. 

"Xavier... you're poking me..." 

she says, her words so innocent, yet they send a shockwave through me. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as I feel her confusion.

"I'm sorry, princess," I whisper, my voice shaking. My hands tremble as I try to keep myself in check. 

The desire coursing through me is overwhelming, but I can't—won't—take advantage of her like this.

Before I can stop her, she reaches between us, her small hand wrapping around my hard length through my pants. 

My heart stops, and I suck in a sharp breath, my body going rigid.

"What's this?" she asks, her voice filled with childlike curiosity.

"Meera, stop..." I gritted out, gripping her wrists tightly. The need in my voice is unmistakable, but I can't let this continue. 

"You don't know what you're playing with..."

Her eyes widen, blinking up at me as she squeezes gently. The innocence in her gaze is almost unbearable. "It's warm... and hard..." she murmurs, confused. "Does it hurt?" 

A groan tears from my throat as I lean my head back, fighting the overwhelming sensation of her touch. "N-no... it's... pleasurable..." I manage to say, my voice rough and strained. My hands tighten around her wrists, desperate to stop her before I lose control. 

"Meera, please... stop touching me like that." 

Suddenly, the car stops, breaking the intense moment between us. The driver announces we've arrived at the mansion, and I let out a ragged breath, my body still trembling with unspent desire. 

Carefully, I adjust Meera in my arms, pulling her off me as I carry her inside. 

My entire body is on edge, still aching for her, but I know I can't act on it. Not now.

I carry her up to her room, each step a reminder of how close I came to losing control. As I lay her down on the bed, I tuck the blankets up to her chin, watching as her eyes droop closed.

She sucks on her finger like a child, completely unaware of the storm she's left inside me.

For a moment, I just stand there, watching her sleep, my heart heavy with a mixture of desire and protectiveness.

I lean down and press a soft kiss to her forehead, my voice barely a whisper. "Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams..."

I turn and leave the room, my shoulders tense, every muscle in my body still coiled with unfulfilled need. 

But I have to be patient. For her sake.