Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

*I will decide when you will bleed *

***AUTHOR'S POV***

" Please .. it's hurting, please don't " aayara cried out dryly.

Arjun grunted as he felt her body shudder beneath him, her pussy clamping down around his throbbing cock like a vice as she reached her peak. The sensation only spurred him on, his pace becoming erratic as he chased his own release.

"That's it, slut. Cum for me," he growled, his breath coming in ragged pants against her ear. "Milk my cock with your tight little cunt."
With a final, brutal thrust, Arjun buried himself to the hilt inside her and stilled. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he spilled himself deep inside her spasming pussy, flooding her insides with his hot seed.
He remained still for a moment, savoring the feeling of her r trembling body pressed against his. Then, with a satisfied grunt, he withdrew abruptly, leaving her empty and aching. His cum dripped obscenely down her thighs as he tucked himself away.

" Wear your clothes " he murmured in a low tone ..

Arjun sat on the edge of the bed, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips as he stared at Aayara. The glass he had thrown moments ago lay shattered on the floor, pieces glinting in the dim light. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes dark and unreadable. "Walk on it, wifey," he commanded, his voice low and taunting.

Aayara's heart skipped a beat. She stared at the broken glass on the floor, fear coursing through her. Her mind raced-was he serious? He had always been unpredictable, but this was something else entirely. Her breath quickened as she stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

Arjun leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his smirk widening. "What's wrong? You've been so eager to prove yourself to me. Prove you'll do anything for me. This shouldn't be so difficult, should it?" His voice was soft, but the threat behind it was unmistakable.

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting between him and the shards of glass. Her body trembled with a mix of fear, disbelief, and something darker-something that wanted to see just how far he would push her.

"I..." Aayara stammered, trying to form words, trying to understand how he could ask her to do such a thing. She took a tentative step back, her pulse racing.

"Go on," he urged, his voice sharper now, his patience waning. "Walk on the glass, or I'll make you."

Aayara looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of mercy, but all she found was cold determination. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. The floor seemed to stretch out before her like a battlefield, the shards of glass reflecting the chaos inside her.

Taking a tentative step forward, she could feel her body resisting, her instincts screaming at her to stop. But the intensity of Arjun's gaze kept her moving. She couldn't look away. She couldn't disobey.

Seeing her not moving forward he stood up .

Arjun stood up from the bed, his eyes cold and unreadable as he began to walk toward Aayara. The broken glass on the floor crunched beneath his feet, the shards cutting into his skin, but he didn't flinch. His face remained stoic, unmoved by the pain he must have felt. Aayara's eyes widened in shock and horror as she watched him approach.

"Arjun, stop!" she gasped, her voice trembling. But he didn't listen, his gaze locked on her with an intensity that made her heart race. The sight of blood pooling beneath his feet made her feel sick, but he continued his slow, deliberate steps toward her as if the pain meant nothing.

When he finally stood before her, his eyes dark and penetrating, Aayara's breath caught in her throat. His silence was more terrifying than anything he could have said. She was frozen, unable to move or speak as he towered over her, the blood from his feet staining the floor.

"You see this?" he asked quietly, his voice low and controlled. He glanced down at the blood. "This is nothing compared to what I'm willing to do to make you understand." His words were laced with a dangerous promise, one that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Arjun... please..." Aayara whispered, her voice barely audible as her gaze flickered between his face and his injured feet. Tears welled in her eyes, her mind unable to grasp why he would hurt himself like this.

He reached out, cupping her chin roughly, forcing her to look into his eyes. "You think a few wounds will stop me from getting what I want?" he hissed. "You think I care about pain? No, Aayara. Pain is just a tool. It's a reminder."

Did you really think I'd let you hurt yourself?" he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're mine. I'll decide when you bleed."

Her body trembled against his as his hand tightened on her wrist. She could feel his possessiveness in every word, in every touch. He wasn't just testing her-he was claiming her.

"I don't need you to prove anything," he continued, his voice a low growl. "I need you to understand that you belong to me. Your pain, your fear-it's all mine to control."

She blinked back her tears, her hands shaking as she reached for him, wanting to stop him, to heal him, but knowing he wouldn't let her.

He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his voice a dark whisper. "I won't stop, Aayara. Not until you remember exactly who you belong to. Not until you understand that no matter how far you try to run, how much you think you can escape me, you'll always be mine."

With that, he released her chin and took a step back, his bloodied feet leaving a trail on the floor. He watched her for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before turning away. The tension in the room was suffocating as he walked out of the bedroom, his presence still lingering even after he was gone.

Aayara stood there, trembling, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the blood on the floor, unable to comprehend the darkness in Arjun's actions. She knew now more than ever that he was not just claiming her-he was controlling her, breaking her down in ways she couldn't yet fully understand.