Wicked fate, p.18
Wicked fate, page 18
He’s taken all the fight out of me tonight. His fingers pet my clit with deliberate slowness, and I rasp out his name. “Arav. Please, I can’t take it anymore,” I beg.
He pulls out his cock, and the sound that reaches my ear is obscene yet hot. He takes hold of my waist with his hands on either side and begins fucking me with long and hard thrusts again and again, no longer paying attention to my pussy but to his own pleasure. His grunts and groans fills the space between us, making my body shake and sweat, then finally, his grip tightens painfully and he jerks when the orgasm rains down on him. His warm cum fills my asshole, and he pushes himself away from me once he finishes. My body hits bed like a doll that’s just been broken.
He turns me onto my back and spreads my legs to stare at me shamelessly as I lay still for his perusing. An emptiness fills me, because I was close to coming myself, if only he had let me, and the smugness shows on his hardened face. The shadows dance on his jawline and sharp cheekbones, making him look like a warrior somehow. He tilts my ass upwards and pulls apart my ass cheeks, and his gaze sharpens with lust when his seed drips out of me and stains the covers under me. The embarrassment turns my cheeks pink.
“You belong like this, Maira. Fucked hard and with my cum dripping out of your holes while you lay spent and used.” He grips his semi-hard cock and runs his hand over the shaft and then slaps my pussy with it. “Maybe next time, I’ll let you come if you’re an obedient girl.”
I would shout at him to make me cum if I had the energy, because seeing the satisfaction on his face has me chasing my own orgasm that he ruthlessly stole from me. Despite being punished just now, I decide to push him once again. The smirk falls from his lips when I slowly lower my hand to my drenched pussy and rub two of my fingers on my wet slit. A sexy moan falls from my lips when pleasure ignites in my belly, and I know I’m close.
Suddenly, my hand is torn away and an angry face slips into my vision. Arav’s eyes dance on the edge of lust and madness, as if he can’t believe I had the nerve to toy with him. Too bad for him, ‘cause I desperately need to cum or else I won’t be able to sleep. He must see the neediness on my face, and I want to smile that I’m about to convince him to let me have my orgasm. One hand grips my right thigh, and the other lands above my head.
“You enjoy making me mad, don’t you, princess?” he asks softly.
“I just want to cum. You already fucked my ass as a punishment.” I pout.
His fingers run through my slit and slowly rub my sensitive clit from his penetration earlier. I press closer so he’ll stop all this teasing and do what I asked of him. His fingers become insistent as he explores my pussy, spreads my wetness and his cum all over my clit and pinches lightly. It sparks stars in my eyes when suddenly he shoves two of his fingers inside my cunt to the hilt, and I shoot up from the bed as I chase my orgasm that feels so close yet so far.
“Arav. Please,” I beg again.
The next second, I feel his tongue run over my lower abs, and with each kiss of his lips, caress lower and closer to where I want him the most. I hate that I’m at his mercy, because whenever he’s not touching, I feel empty inside. He thrives on the power he has over me as he kisses and licks everywhere but my aching clit. Just one pet or a lick of his tongue and waves of pleasure will crash down on me.
Suddenly, he’s standing up from the bed and glaring down at me. “I’m the one who gives commands around here, princess. Test me again, and you won’t like the consequences.”
“But…”
“Your orgasms belong to me, Maira. You don’t cum unless I say so.”
Defeated, I watch him turn around. I expect him to just leave me alone or throw me out of his bedroom now that he’s got his answers, but he shocks me when he goes into his closet and brings out a cloth which he cleans me with gently, like a lover—which he’ll never be. Once done, I watch him put on his boxers and move towards the table in the corner to grab a bottle of whiskey and a cigarette, then finally he sit in a throne-like chair across from me.
He even sits like a king, with his legs spread, slouched backwards and eyes burning fire. Lighting up his cigarette, he takes a smoke and blows it into the air. I cover myself with the comforter when his stare falls between my legs, and a light smirk graces his lips.
“Your friend Sasha will be in hell of a lot of trouble, princess,” says he while taking a sip of his drink.
“Why do you say that?” I ask him.
“Because I’m sure she poked her nose where it doesn’t belong for the things she told you tonight. Keith is the only one who knew. I would be scared, if I were her.”
My stomach bottoms out with nerves and fear as I take in what he says, and I know he’s right about this. Fuck. I don’t want her to get hurt because of me. There’s only one way to save her, though. Arav senses where my mind is going, and he straightens.
“Please don’t tell Keith, Arav. I beg you.”
He rubs his chin as he considers my request while my breath is lodged in my throat. “He’ll find out himself,” he finishes. How foolish of me to think he’d help me.
Angry and disappointed, I start to throw myself off his bed, but his cold voice halts me.
“One foot off the bed and you’ll regret it,” he threatens. “I’m not finished talking.” His no-nonsense tone makes me obey him. “I’ll save your friend on one condition.”
“Which is?”
“You answer my questions truthfully.” Left with no choice, I nod my head. “Did Sasha know how my son was killed?”
“No. Only that he was murdered.”
“Did she warn you away from me?” he asks.
My eyes clash with his. “Yeah. She did. Because of the secrets you’re keeping.”
“What else she tell you, Maira?” He narrows his eyes.
“I already told you. How about you tell me why the fuck you have an investigator following me around and looking into my past?”
“He’s not.”
“You’re lying,” I accuse as tears begin to burn my eyes—not the sad kind but angry ones. For trusting and slowly falling for the person who has been lying to me from the start.
“You’re wrong.” His gaze turns into slits as he leans forward and says the last thing I expected to hear. “He is searching for my fiancée.”
“Wha—why?” I ask, confused. His hands turns into fists as he pauses before answering.
“Because she killed my son and ran away.”
CHAPTER 25
ARAV
I watch her absorb the shock of my words and stutter as she struggles to believe it. It’s the first time I have said it out loud, and not even my parents know the real truth. I never wanted to burden them with the harsh reality, and I most certainly didn’t want them disrupting my plans. They would have tried to stop me and asked me to let it go, but I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.
Trust is a fickle bitch. Fake and fragile, because it breaks easily and mine was shattered by the person I loved the most in the world. All it takes is a second for it to fall apart. Betrayal always comes from the people close to you. Maira and I have that in common.
“How did she kill him, Arav?” comes her timid voice.
I don’t need light to see her saddened and sympathetic face. I hear it in her trembling voice and in the hitch of her breath. How will she feel when she learns my fiancée is the same woman she’s been hanging out with? Will she try to save her? Defend her actions? That brings an unfamiliar ache to my chest.
“I found him drowned in our bathtub, and it was too late by the time I reached him.” I take a swig from the whiskey bottle in my hand when his face comes into my mind, bringing with it the agony I felt in that moment.
“I’m sor—" she starts to say, but I cut her off.
“I don’t need your apology,” I snap.
Silence falls between us, and I feel my walls build up again. I sense that she wants to ask more questions because there’s so much unsaid, still so many secrets that I’m hiding, but I need to wait for the right moment to tell her. Otherwise it all would have been for nothing.
“I hope you don’t do something you regret which makes you no different from your fiancée, Arav,” she says.
My hands ball into fists, hearing the insinuation in her statement, and I stand up and close the rest of the distance between us. Leaning down to her face, I tilt her head back and speak against her lips. “What exactly are you afraid I’ll do, hmm?”
“I think you already know.”
“Is it that I’ll hurt her when I finally catch her?” I taunt.
“Much worse.” She grabs my hand holding her face. “I’m scared you’ll kill her, because I see it in your eyes.”
“Do you believe I’m capable of that?” I test her.
“Yes.”
One word, and an understanding forms between us. I don’t deny it, and she doesn’t challenge me. Now, I need to wait and see if she’ll try to stop me. My princess is no longer scared of me, because any sane woman would run the other way if they believed someone capable of murder. The sickness in her makes me want to fuck her all over again, but I don’t think she can handle that.
Letting go of her, I climb onto the bed and lie down, pulling her beside me and throwing the covers over us. I hug her from behind with my arm wrapped around her naked breasts and my legs tangled with hers. No more words are spoken, and a heavy silence falls over the darkness.
Tonight, there are no nightmares.
******
The sunlight pouring from the windows disturbs me from my sleep, and as my hazy mind catches up, I realize my side of the bed is empty where last night, Maira was wrapped around it. A million scenarios run through my brain that maybe last night was too much for her and that I finally broke her. The thought doesn’t bring the usual satisfaction, and instead I’m left disappointed and angry, but I shake it off when a sound captures my attention.
When I turn my head, Maira’s naked ass greets my eyes while she looks herself over in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. My lips tilt into a mischievous grin as I watch her run her hands over her waist, her ass, where my marks are imprinted on her skin. A manly satisfaction thrums in my chest. Her lips are in a cute pout as she stares at the proof of my ownership of her. I’m unable to resist as I clear my throat and her attention snaps to me.
“Come here,” I demand.
She slowly walks towards me, and I push the thick covers off me to reveal my hard cock and pump it right in front of her eyes. I know she hates me for not letting her come last night, so I plan to make it up to her right now.
When she’s close enough to touch, I sit up straight with my legs down the side of the bed. “Get on your knees.”
She instantly obeys with lust bright in her eyes. “Suck.”
I grab my dick and hold it over her lips, rubbing the pre-cum over them so the first taste she has in the morning is of me. I groan in pleasure when she takes me in her mouth and sucks me hard. I give two slow thrusts before I pull out and grab her so she’s lying on the bed on her back.
Impatiently, I spread her legs and lean my head down to take a long lick of her wet pussy, because I want her taste on my tongue as soon as I wake up. I spread her slit with my fingers so I can reach every part of her and eat her like I’m hungry. Her sweet moans and cries of pleasure fill my ear, and it makes me ravenous and wild to rock her world. She squirms and pulls at my hair when I swirl my tongue over her swollen clit and suck it hard into my mouth. She’s still sensitive from our fucking last night, and that pleases me. I bite lightly to give her a bit of pain that makes both of us groan. I’m relentless as I flick her clit again and again until her screams become louder as she chases her orgasm. She finally goes off when I pinch her clit and shove two of my fingers to the hilt inside her cunt and don’t stop until my mouth is filled with her taste and wetness dripping down my chin. [ES29]
She lies there, spent and breathing heavily, as I straddle her waist and kiss her hard on the mouth. I lift my head, and when she opens her eyes, I whisper, “Good morning, sweetheart.”
She blushes hard and shyly says, “Hi.”
The moment is free of things pushing us down, the memories that haunt. There’s just us. If only it could always be like this. Her words run through my head that maybe it was fate that we met, and right now, it feels true. But unlike her, my reasons are completely different. It was written in our destiny to meet, but the circumstances are full of tragedy and pain. I wish I had met her instead of Ria, because we would have been perfect.
I pull myself up and take her hand to lead us into the bathroom while we still have peace and I can hold onto her a little longer. I run the tap for hot water over the tub in the corner to prepare for bath, then I turn towards her and stare at her lithe body, a sense of ownership falling into place. My mind screams ‘mine.’ She sees it in my eyes as I devour her and motion for her to come closer.
She walks over to me. “Get inside.”
I help her by holding one of her hands as she steps into the tub while I keep her steady. After her, I step in and make her sit with her back against my chest and her ass between my spread legs. From the side, I pour some hot oil on my hands that I heated up for her and rub them on her shoulders, slowly moving them towards her breasts and circling her nipples, pinching and teasing them until they harden. It gives me pleasure when she relaxes into me, and even though my body screams to have her, my intentions this time are pure. I only want to massage her, especially with how rough I was with her last night.
When I’m finished, she turns in my arms and gazes at me shyly. “I can’t figure you out, Arav,” she murmurs softly. “You confuse me so much. Yet I still keep coming back to you.”
I lean over and caress her cheek and exhale roughly. For the first time, I’m speechless. Fuck. She’s gotten inside me. “Don’t fall for me, princess.”
“Why?” She tilts her head as she says.
“Because when the time comes, this will end.”
“Why are you so sure?” Her voice gets an edge to it, like she wants to fight me.
“I’m incapable of caring for someone.” I tell her the truth.
She stays quiet and presses herself closer. “I don’t believe it.”
“You’ll know soon.”
With that, I cover her mouth with mine and shut her up. I kiss her with everything, knowing these are the only few moments we’ll ever have before I get what I want and we go our separate ways. We wash and clean each other up while taking full advantage of our nakedness, and finally we stand up when the water becomes cold.
We dry ourselves with towels and go up to my room. I pick up my trousers and boxers from the chair in the corner where I put my fresh laundry in a hurry last night. I hear Maira take a few steps, probably to change, but I stop her with my voice. “Take one of my T-shirts from the closet, Maira.”
It instantly lights up her face, even though she tries to hide it, and I find it adorable that she’s excited to wear my clothes. My selfish reason is that I want my scent on her body. And full access to it.
I don’t pay attention when I hear her open my closet and the thud of something heavy falling reaches my ear. I assume it’s one of my suitcases and don’t turn back, but when a gasp follows a second later, it alerts me. When I fully turn towards Maira and see her face, all the color is drained from it when just a minute ago, it was pink with blush. My eyes next follow to where she’s staring shocked at her hand, and I notice her holding something. I realize a little too late it’s a picture that has no business being seen by her.
It’s a picture of my fiancée Ria, where she is holding Aryan, who is wrapped in a blanket. All over the floor near Maira’s feet are pictures from my past. All laid out bare and open like a canvas. Maira looks up at me when she hears me come closer, and instantly, questions form in her brown eyes. There’s nothing but disbelief.
“Maira.” I hold out my hands in front of her so as not to scare her.
“Why do you have my half-sister’s photos with you? How did you know her?” she asks accusingly.
It’s like someone punches me in the throat.
Ria, whom I hate from the depths of my soul, is Maira’s half-sister.
Never in a million years would I have expected to hear this. All my answers and doubts fall into place, but the biggest one remains.
Where the hell is Ria hiding?
I harden my expression into steel, not letting my armor break as I stare Maira in the eye and don’t let her know how deeply her words have affected me. I shake off the feeling of disappointment, because this changes everything. After this, there’s no hope for us. All we are is a losing game. Lifting my chin, I answer truthfully. “She’s my fiancée.”
