I thought I was the mastermind behind everything, but turns out me being one was already planned by you.
🖤You and I: Pleasure by Hatred
Adhrit Singh, 33 years old. He is the cold CEO like in books. His life's one and only motive is to take revenge...
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The clicking sound of my heels against the smooth tiles fills the room as I enter the mansion. It looks much quieter today.
It's still early. 6 in the evening. I prefer coming early to the house. I can continue my work in the mansion as well. Unless it's urgent.
Adhrit however returns by 8. In the morning we went to the hospital but now I am fine. I don't have much cramps but my feet hurt now.
I walk towards my room and open the door. But to my surprise Adhrit is home, picking some clothes from the closet and tossing them in the suitcase.
What is he doing?
I get into the room, locking it behind me. "What are you doing?" I word my thoughts.
His attention shifted to me before continuing his work again. "Packing." He replies vaguely.
"Adhrit. I can see that. I mean where are you going?" I say gritting irritated. Does he think that I can't see what he is doing?
You don't irritate a girl who is on her period dude. She might become your death.
"Business trip for 3 days." He replies. I don't know why but I feel a little sad about him going.
"Are you disappointed that you won't see me for three days?" He asks. His face holding that smirk, mocking me. Huh!
"Never. Instead, I will help you pack so that you can leave fast." I reply, getting inside the walk-in closet. Grabbing a white shirt in my hands, I turn to move back to the room.
He is leaning against the door, watching me with amusement. I folded the shirt and put it in the suitcase.
"I will be gone for 3 days, little devil." He repeats.
"I know. Happy, peaceful 3 days of my married life." I mock him, taking a few more things from him and throwing them in the bag.
I get back to the closet. Standing on my toes, I try to reach his navy blue tie kept on the upper shelf when he stands behind me, giving me the tie. My back is facing him as he is standing close to me.
"You won't miss me?" He whispers huskily in my ears. His hot breath hit my earlobe. "No" I whisper slowly.
"Then let me see you the last time before I go." He licked my earlobe sensually while his hands went to my waist. Slipping his hands inside my kurta he reaches my stomach, and turns me to face him, exposing my flushed cheeks, parted lips, heavy breathing and closed eyelids, which are the result of his mare touch.
His other hands rub my cheeks. "Open your eyes, sweetheart." He ordered. His voice held dominance which I couldn't deny. My body reacted even before my mind could.
His eyes look at me intensely. Filled with desire, lust and something more that I couldn't clarify.
He pulled my body into him, my front touching his. He gripped my hair in his fist, yanking my face to his and crashed his lips on mine.
His kiss was rough. Sucking my lower lips passionately in a hurry he pulled my hair, a moan escaping my mouth when he shoved his tongue inside.
My hands went on his neck as I reciprocated the kiss, trying to match his speed but failing. He is exploring every corner of my mouth and his hands travel from my waist to my thighs, picking me up without breaking the kiss.
I fist his hair, pulling him deeper. My body is doing just the opposite of what my mind is saying. I should push him but here I am deepening the kiss.
I am letting him dominate me, and do whatever he wants. I feel my body being pressed into the mattress when I realize that we are on the bed. Hum hovering over my body but not leaving my lips.
I feel short of breath as I tap his shoulders. Realizing my condition he leaves my lips only to attach them again after I take a few breaths.
His which was on my nape earlier, now slipped inside my kurti, moving towards my breasts. He cupped one of my breasts which was already sensitive due to periods and I let out a moan between the kisses.
He massaged my breasts, kneaded them while his lips went on the curve of my neck, sucking them. "Aaahhhhhhhhhh!" A loud moan leaves my mouth as he gripped my sensitive nipples between his fingers.
I roll my eyes in pleasure and pain from his torment on my nipples. His other hands traced the waistband of my leggings but then I gripped his hands with mine. "Wait," I whisper. "I am on my period."
He stopped his movements in my neck and looked at me. His eyes filled with desire which mirrored mine but we need to stop. This isn't how it should be. I shouldn't let him do whatever he wants.
We both were just looking at each other without doing anything. Now our eyes spoke to each other instead of our bodies. He was still hovering over me, his hands were still on my breasts but did nothing.
One hand held his near my waistband and the other was around his neck. I realized our position and my already reddened face got darker.
His phone rang in his pockets and he removed his hands from my grip and answered the call. Still in the same position. The other person was speaking on the call but he didn't break the intense eye contact.
"Okay. I am coming." He replies to the other person in his dominant, unwavering tone. He disconnected the call even before the other person could respond.
Rude!
But do I not do the same? Hehe!
"I need to go sweetheart." He informed. His eyes looking at me as if he doesn't want to go but then he gets up from me.
I am still lying there as he tosses a few more things in the bag before zipping it up, ready to go. He slides his suitcase as he is walking out of the door of our room but then he stops.
Turning towards me he gives me a sad look before speaking, "See you, sweetheart." I don't reply. Then he turns and moves out leaving me all alone in this big room.
I should feel happy right that I will enjoy my three days here, without him being around. But, he won't be around for three days, this fact is making me feel upset. As if I would miss him, or maybe I have already started now.
