Sacred Games Of Twisted Fate {18+}

** ALL OF YOU AAYARA**

***author's pov***

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DO I HAVE TO SHOW THIS BODY ....... .............WHOSE IT IS ?

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Arjun smirked, laying on his side as he kissed Aayara's foot, massaging the other with his hand. "I am punishing you for hiding our son from me, wifey," he murmured against her skin, his voice a low, dangerous purr.

Aayara gasped in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. "Arjun, please-"

He cut her off with a sharp look, his eyes darkening with anger and something else she couldn't quite name. "Why did you run away?" he demanded, his fingers tightening around her ankle. "I am his father. Why did you think you could keep him from me?"

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the tremble in her voice. "You didn't want him not wanted me , Arjun. You made that clear."

He scoffed, leaning in closer, so close their breaths mingled. "And you decided what I wanted without even asking me? How very like you, Aayara."

"Look at me," he commanded, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the arch of her foot. "Look at me, Aayara."

Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and defiance. His expression softened slightly, the anger giving way to something else-longing, perhaps, or regret.

" I made you hate me more then anyone could hate me isn't it ," he smiled Faintly his voice raw. " I am a monster who can't control his anger...for you "

Her breath hitched, tears stinging her eyes. "I... Don't know what to say ."

He looks up at her with a look of desire and obedience..

"Then let me make you feel good, like old times ~"

He places his hands on her feet, pressing his thumbs into the arch and massaging them, rubbing the soft skin of her feet with his tongue.

Aayara gasped " ar ... Arjun! Wh what are you doing? " Her throat begged to moan but she tried to suppress it with all her self control.

He chuckles as he looks up at her while massaging .

"Showing WHOSE body is this ?"

He gives the top of her foot a quick kiss, running his tongue over her soft skin
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Aayara moaned threwing her head back slightly as she cluthed abhi tight .

Arjun smirked whispered against her toes .
" Don't dig your nails on my son's smooth skin . "

Aayara looked at him and looked at how hard she was clutching abhi , she turned a bit and made him sleep beside her on bed covering him .

he continues to work on her foot, his hand slowly working its way up her ankle, his fingers gently gliding over her skin to her calf

" Ar.. Arjun stop! .. "aayara 's flushed red from embarrassment as he chukleed

" Have i listened you ever then why now ? "

He continued the massage, working his way up her calf to her thigh, occasionally giving her skin soft nips and kisses.

"Not resisting now ...but what happens if I go even higher~?"he smirked biting her thigh making her scream a bit .

He whispered brushing his lips on the mark " don't you dare wake my son up "

She moaned pushing her face in the pillow .

His hand continued its ascent, tracing the curve of her knee, then higher, his touch sending sparks through her veins. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to give in to the sensations flooding her body.

"Please," she whispered, a plea mingling with her defiance. "Don't do this."

"I'm not doing anything," he countered, his voice low and seductive. "This is all you, Aayara. All you."

" you, Aayara. All you." The words rang in her mind like a bell .

His hand reached the apex of her thighs, his fingers pressing lightly against the sensitive flesh hidden beneath her nightgown . She gasped, her back arching involuntarily.

"That's it," he coaxed, his voice a delicious torment. "Admit it. Admit you still want this."

She closed her eyes, her resolve crumbling under the onslaught of his words and touch. "Yes," she breathed, the word escaping before she could stop it. "You make me weak ."

"I know ?" he smirked his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, finding the heat that had pooled between her legs. "We're not done, Aayara. Not even close."

Her hips bucked against his hand, a needy moan escaping her lips. "Arjun," she whimpered, her resistance fading with each stroke of his fingers.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice commanding. "Tell me what you want."

She hesitated, the last remnants of her resolve hanging by a thread. "I want... I want..."

"Say it," he urged, his fingers teasing her entrance, building the anticipation.

"I want you," she finally admitted, her voice breaking. "I want you, Arjun."

His lips curved into a triumphant smile, his fingers pressing deeper. "Good girl," he praised, his tone possessive. "Now take what you want."

And as his fingers slid inside her, filling her with the familiar warmth and urgency, Aayara knew that this was only the beginning of the storm that would unravel their lives.