𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{45}•ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ•

BONDITA

The room was hazy, the morning light seeping through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the space. The weight of last night felt like a distant dream, too surreal to fully process. My body still throbbed with the aftermath, and as my eyes fluttered open, I realized Anirudh was staring at me.

Oh lord he was awake.

And staring at me.

I froze. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, but there was a certain softness to it. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping I was imagining things, that the events from last night were a figment of my overactive mind. But no, it all came rushing back. The way he tasted me, the heat of his touch—he had eaten me out. The shame, the heat of the moment, and the inexplicable pleasure tangled together, forming a memory that made my stomach churn.

I wanted to close myself off, retreat into the darkness of my mind, but his presence was inescapable. I could feel him, his face pressed against my chest, his lips brushing my skin. He was kissing my breasts licking my nipples slowly... and yet, I felt his eyes never left mine. The humiliation mixed with confusion, panic rising within me as I realized the extent of what had happened.

he was drunk? Did he even remember?

I tried to calm my breathing, my thoughts racing. Slowly, I dared to open my eyes again, only to meet his gaze once more. There was a certain calm in his eyes now, but it was laced with something else—something I couldn't quite name.

His lips brushed my chest once more, and I gasped, barely keeping myself from trembling. His hand slid down my body, the cool air hitting my exposed skin as my lehenga, which had been haphazardly raised, now threatened to expose me further. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to pull the fabric down, but it was futile—he was still moving.

Anirudh rose slightly on his elbows, his body hovering over mine, and his fingers danced over the fabric, tugging it further. His eyes never wavered from mine. "What happened last night, little angel?" he asked, his voice thick with confusion, but there was an edge to it—an almost mocking tone.

I felt my stomach drop. Oh fuck. He didn’t remember. This was bad. This was so much worse than I had imagined. I tried to find my voice, but it was lost somewhere deep in my chest, trapped by the sheer weight of the situation. I felt his's hand's going down to my lehnaga and pulling them down covering my bare pussy.

Anirudh’s gaze softened for a moment as his hand lingered at my waist, his fingers brushing over my skin, sending ripples of discomfort and heat coursing through me at once. His smirk grew wider, the teasing undertone of his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

“Did I force you to do something, little angel?” His words came out slow, deliberate, as if testing my reaction.

I instinctively cupped my face, as if trying to shield myself from the intensity of his stare, and shook my head fiercely, my voice breaking through in a panicked whisper. “No, no... I didn’t—”

He raised an eyebrow, amused, his lips curling into a smirk. “So... I did something, didn’t I?”

The question hit me like a wave, crashing over every ounce of restraint I had. My heart slammed against my chest, my lips parting as I bit them nervously, trying to form the right response. The truth, the shame... it was all so overwhelming. “Uh... no... I mean no, but yes,” I stammered, barely able to find my words.

Anirudh’s grin deepened, as if savoring my discomfort. He leaned in slightly, his elbow propped up beside my head, his face hovering dangerously close to mine. His breath fanned across my skin as he whispered, “What’s the ‘no, yes,’ baby?”