'Devil In Love' 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗢𝗻𝗲
•𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆•
Anirudh Roy Chowdhury a well-known billionaire and mafia king.
Bondita Das a simple, innocent girl.
Anirudh, a formidable figu...
Author’s Note / Trigger Warning This chapter contains explicit sexual content, heavy dominance, overstimulation, breeding kink, lactation, bondage (waist chain), spanking, squirting, degradation, and multiple intense orgasms. There are elements of filthy dirty talk, rough handling, and mild pain play (spanking, pulling, teasing).
If you’re uncomfortable with non-stop, raw, explicit, and dominant content, please skip this chapter. Read at your own risk — this is meant to be dark, intense, and heavily NSFW.
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OH. MY. GOD.
I think I’m officially one of the most STUPID girls in this entire damn world.
Like, what was I thinking??
Why the hell did I drink it?
Why did I take those pills?? Without asking anyone. Not even a doctor. Not even a friend.
Google told me it would “stimulate milk glands.” Google didn’t tell me I’d be crying in pain on the floor two days later like a wrecked cow.
And Rudh… My dearest, devil-eyed, God-tier pati dev… What did he say?
“Kink.”
KINK?! LIKE— I’m in pain. I’m leaking from my nipples.
And this man has the audacity to whisper in that low, ruined voice—
“Jaan… aapne humhare andar ek aur kink jagah diya hai.”
HUH?
EXCUSE ME??
Sir, I’m DYING. My breasts are full, heavy, aching, and I feel like I’m going to explode. And you’re over there having a whole self-discovery episode about how turned on you are?
No no. No no no.
This is not normal. I’m not normal. What kind of girl thinks "maybe if I lactate he’ll love me more?"
What kind of girl cries from pain and shame— And still lets him hold her wrists behind her back, still watches him stare at her like she’s a temple made of sin?
Me. Apparently. Bondita Anirudh Roy Choudhury. A walking contradiction.
And the worst part?
When he looked at me like that... When his voice broke… When he whispered, “God, the things you do for me, my love…”
I didn’t want to run.
I wanted to kneel again. I wanted him to ruin me more.
“He has a kink,” I said in my head. “Well guess what, Bondita—so do you.”
My nipples throbbed again—hot, sensitive, aching.
And I realized something terrifying:
I want him to suck. I want him to drink what I did this for. I want him to claim the very pain I created for him.
