Wicked fate, p.6
Wicked fate, page 6
ARAV
This entire week, I have been sulking and silently seething at Maira and even myself for letting my emotions get the best of me and doing the exact opposite of what I should be doing: earning her trust so I can get closer to her and get some well-deserved answers so I can act on my plan. Instead, all I have done is piss her off and distance myself. I thought I had my emotions under control during that dinner with her, figured I’d be friendly and civil to try to ease her around me, but when I remembered the pain and misery I’ve been suffering the past year, I couldn’t hold it inside, and my grief and anger came pouring out like a river.
Each time I passed her in the hallway, I saw confusion and hurt in her gaze. I watched how her lips parted as if wanting to talk, but she never did. As if she knew I was hanging on by a thread. She even stopped playing music in the morning, and I hate it. I wish she would go back to being sassy and full of fire so it will give me a chance to confront her, tease her, and make her blush when I finally show who’s in control. I realized how much I looked forward to them every morning, and how I would feel something other than rage and darkness. Despite all of it, our attraction hasn’t lessened, and my fantasies have turned wilder and aggressive. My cock twitches with the memory of holding her throat and feeling the pulse beneath it. She didn’t even realize her legs were crossing and clenching when I held her hostage. I could almost scent her arousal mixed with fear.
Even now, she’s turning into a distraction when I should be focusing on the race I somehow managed to get myself involved in tonight. I don’t care about the money, even though it’s a bonus, but the adrenaline I feel pumping through my veins while straddling my motorcycle and the purr it makes when I do it just right. The crowd is fucking wild and bloodthirsty for the show about to be put on. I bet some of them would be cruel enough to wish some action. Too bad I won’t be giving them any, because that’s how you lose. Just when the countdown is about to start, I hear a voice shout my name from the crowd, and it takes all my willpower to stay still when it’s none other than Sasha—and beside her, my nervous and scared princess, Maira.
Our connection is interrupted when the countdown begins and I put on my helmet, but once I finish winning this damn race, I’m going after her. It brings renewed excitement and hunger to stay sharp, because her fear is valid. She will learn by the time I’m done with her that it was a huge mistake showing up here, and it’s time I do what I’m supposed to.
“Three.” I grip the bars tightly.
“Two.” I throttle the engine until it’s the only sound I hear.
“One… GO!”
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Ten minutes later, my adrenaline hasn’t lessened as I search the parting crowd for Maira while random strangers pat my back, congratulating on my victory. The after-party is in full swing with most of them celebrating their win for the night. The fires around me provide enough light to make out the faces easily, but not the one I’m desperately looking for.
You can’t hide from me, princess. I’ll always hunt you down.
Just then, I hear her voice, followed by her friend’s loud laugh, and I turn to my right to find her standing in the shadows with Sasha and a guy I saw earlier collecting bets. My hands ball into fists, seeing him standing too close to her, and I’m upset when a spark of jealously unfurls low in my guy. I push it down, telling myself she’s just a means to an end and someone I enjoy to toy with.
She looks sexy as fuck in leather, with denim-covered legs and knee-high boots accentuating her heart-shaped ass, her long brown hair flowing down her back, shining when the light hits it just right. An image of her bent over, wearing nothing but those boots while waiting for the press of my cock flashes in my head, and I make a promise I’ll make that happen soon. Nobody said I couldn’t fuck her while getting my answers at the same time. Maybe then my rising obsession will go away.
I quicken my steps, but then I slow down when I realize I don’t want anyone witnessing me manhandling her. People talk, and it doesn’t bode well, because I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with her once the truths are revealed. She’ll truly hate me once she realizes my true intentions, and then I’ll have to choose. Revenge or her. Gazing at her, I already know it will never be her. As if sensing my presence, her brows furrows while she nervously bites her lip, making me wish it was my teeth holding it. Then she twists to the side, her eyes roaming everywhere, but before she can find me, her attention is once more stolen by her nosy friend. I decide I’ll steal her when least expected and away from prying eyes.
A throat clears from my side just before someone steps in front of me, effortlessly blocking my view of Maira. My pissed-off gaze collides with his calm one.
“Keith.” The reason why I’m here tonight and the vibe he gives tells me to keep my distance from him. Mostly because he’s managed to know find out my identity and a little bit about my past—but not the whole truth, ‘cause I made sure to keep it that way.
“I guess it wasn’t your first time in a race,” he says casually with his hands in his pockets. “Why didn’t you tell?”
“You never asked.” I shrug. When he shifts, my eyes dart towards Maira, and he doesn’t miss it. Instead, he chuckles knowingly. I want to pull his eyeballs out when his gaze roams over her body appreciatively, but I rein in my urge, and I’m almost relieved when they get stuck on Sasha, instantly hardening with a mixture of lust and madness. Now I don’t have to worry about him with my princess, because I know ownership when I see it. Maybe that’s how he found me—because both the girls have been hanging out together a lot lately.
“Did you know your woman bet on you tonight?” I mask my shock easily, both at his revelation and that she isn’t my woman.
“Something tells me yours can be very convincing.” I smirk when his jaw tightens.
“Only when she wants to rebel,” he mumbles. Turning to me, he says, “She’s going to corrupt your woman in no time.” I can’t help but watch Maira past his shoulder, still laughing, oblivious to danger around her. Keith chuckles when my eyes devour her and says in a low voice, “Or maybe you will.”
He has no idea how I plan to do just that. I not only want to corrupt her in ways that please me but completely possess her too. I want her scared yet still craving my touch. I want her fire that turns into submission. I want her desperate and begging for the taste of my cock, even when I hurt. I want her bared with her secrets laid out at my feet. Finally… I want her broken so that our shattered souls meld into one. I won’t stop until I’m a part of her very core.
Keith and I pull apart when someone shouts his name from behind me, and he nods at whoever they are. Looking at me, he congratulates, “Enjoy your win tonight, Arav. I’ll see you around.” Without waiting for my answer, he steps away from me but twists around one last time and smirks.
”f I were you, I’d savor the chase.” I don’t miss the subtle way his eyes shift to Maira. As if I don’t know who he’s referring to.
I silently stalk her, shadowing her every move but never coming in her sights—at least, not yet. She looks so beautiful with the moonlight caressing her skin, and frustration is lacing her every move when she senses my presence and searches the crowd, waiting for me to come out of the shadows and looking disappointed when I don’t. It fuels the fire inside me, knowing that she feels I’m close and lurking in the darkness. She’ll never admit it, but it turns her on, being scared and the thinly-veiled threats. Until her, I didn’t know I enjoyed the glimpse of fear in someone I want to fuck. Or being the threat.
It’s close to midnight, and the crowd hasn’t lessened, but the fire is close to dying out, providing an escape to the wicked ones. Couples run into the surrounding forest to either fuck or make out while some dance in a circle in the middle of the open ground, Maira and Sasha included. She’s even managed to remove her leather jacket, leaving her in a skintight top molded to her breasts, bouncing the more she dances—and I’m not the only man whose eyes devour her, turning my hands into fists to pound into them. And I decide that the time for watching is over.
As I step into her line of vision, her movements instantly stop when our gazes collide, and she almost trips over someone behind her, which flashes me to the first time I saw her falling on her knees in front of me. It feels like a long time ago, and now here we are, surrounded by secrets. I let her see all the rage and desire as I prowl closer to her, and she doesn’t even realize she’s stepped away from the crowd and her friend into the shadows of the forest, making it all too easier to snatch her away.
Once I’m close enough, I grab her around the waist, easily lifting her off the ground and covering her mouth with my palm just a second before she begins to scream for help. Too late now. As expected, her little fists try punching me wherever she can reach, but I’m much bigger and stronger than her petite frame. I don’t stop her, because her fight fills me with the fire and satisfaction I have been missing this past week. Besides, my words are just as effective on her.
“What did I tell you about hitting me last time, princess?” I roughly whisper in her ear, and she goes still. “Now, you’re going to stay quiet once I remove my hand.” I already know she’s not going to listen, and when she does the exact opposite, I grab the front of her throat and squeeze hard, her scream lowering to a squeak.
“It’s not a good idea to piss me off even more, Maira. I won’t hesitate to choke you until you pass out to make my point. Is that what you want?” I demand, exhaling roughly.
She shakes her head as much as she can with my tight grip. I ease off her slowly, turn her around and push us both against the tree behind her. Even though the boots make her a little taller, I still tower over her, and she has to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” she questions with a mixture of fear and annoyance.
“Because you live with me, princess,” I answer as if asked a stupid question. “And I already told, you and I are far from done.”
She shakes her head in denial and tries pushing me away with her hands on my chest. She gives up when it doesn’t work, and I trap both her hands over her head, making her heaving breasts push out. Her nipples are hard little points, and I’m confident enough to say it’s because of me. I can’t help but tease them with my fingertips.
“Please! Stop doing that, Arav,” she whispers breathlessly.
“Why? Is it making you wet?” I taunt and pinch her nipples harder.
“Just go back to ignoring me like you have this whole week,” comes her angry voice with a hint of sadness. I ignore the way it tightens my chest and cease playing with her nipples.
“No. I crave our fights even more. They make my day entertaining. Don’t you agree?” I ask.
“Fuck no. Do you get off on our fights? You’re crazy.”
“I’d rather get off in your cunt, but my hands work fine too.” Her eyes go round with lust when I confess, so I thrust my hard cock against her stomach so she doesn’t miss it. She tries twisting free but only manages to push herself closer. I want to toy with her more, but not before she answers a few of my questions first.
“What the hell are you still doing here, Maira? Half the people here are dangerous to a girl like you.” I mostly mean Keith and his friends. She’s lucky she placed the bet right and won, because I did a digging of my own, and let’s just say owing them is a very bad option. Plus, I want to know where the hell she even found the money. The lowest bet alone starts from forty thousand rupees. She can’t possibly have that much cash around. “Do you go around placing bets on illegal races?” My anger rises when I wonder what could have happened if I wasn’t here to keep an eye on her.
“It’s none of your business, Arav.”
“You made it my business when you bet on me, princess,” I growl, angry that she could be this careless regarding her safety. Then again, her biggest threat is already living with her. ”You sure were celebrating your win tonight,” I taunt. She looks perplexed and begins to jerk away from me, so I grab her throat again and arch my eyebrow arrogantly, the earlier warning clear on my face.
“I didn’t place any bet. I didn’t even know you were going to be here, let alone race. Now you have managed to ruin yet another night for me,” she accuses. “Let. Me. Go.”
“Haven’t you learned by now your demands don’t work? I decide when you leave.” Running my hands from her delicate neck to her nipples, I tease, “Besides, your body is all too happy to see me, and I didn’t take you for a liar. Makes me wonder what else you’re hiding.”
“Why are you so eager to learn my secrets, Arav?” she haughtily asks me, forgetting she’s my prisoner. Only she could throw sass at a guy who just threatened to choke her. Does she not have any self-preservation?
I caress her cheek softly. “Because you intrigue me.” And only you can bring me closer to what I desperately crave. “You really shouldn’t have come here, Maira.” I don’t mean this party, but she mistakes it for that.
“Stop telling me what to do,” she snaps angrily, even though her thighs clench between my spread legs, betraying how much she likes it when I boss her around.
“Did you watch me ride? Did it turn you on?” I take my free hand and wrap her hair in my fist, tugging hard until her pulsing throat is bared and exposed. I lick a path from her collarbone up to her ear, leaving a wet trail behind, and her body trembles against mine. Exhaling roughly, I coax, “Answer me, Princess.”
“Yes… it made me hot,” she whimpers when I nip her earlobe with my teeth. “And… scared.” Shocked, I pull back to look into her eyes. “For you, Arav.”
She bites her lips nervously. I watch vulnerability and doubt swirl in her brown eyes as if she wants to take it all back when I don’t speak. This was the last thing I expected from her. It brings a foreign feeling in my chest, to hear someone be scared for my safety, especially when I have done nothing to deserve it. Nor do I plan to in future.
“Then you made a mistake. It only proves how naïve and foolish you are, sweetheart.” I let go of her, only to turn her around until her front is pressed against the rough bark of the tree and her back molded to my chest, my hard dick between her ass cheeks. Pulling her head back by her silky hair until she whimpers in pleasurable pain, I growl, “You should be scared for yourself. I have you here, deep in the forest against your will, with no way to call out for help. And no one has even come looking for you.” I laugh mockingly before continuing. “I even threated to choke you until you pass out if you don’t obey and yet… You’re scared for me.”
“Are you planning to hurt me?” comes her timid voice, as if finally realizing the danger she’s in, even though I have no intention of hurting her. At least, not physically. Doesn’t mean I can’t fuck with her mind, just like she’s doing with me. Who gave her the right to feel fear for me? It’s too late, anyways. The worst has already happened.
“Not yet.” I tell her the truth.
Both of us startle when a familiar voice shouts her name from afar, and instead of letting her go, I cover her mouth once again before she can call out for help and she struggles against my hold. Knowing there’s only one way to control her, I push the button of her jeans open and shove my hands inside her wet panties. She stills and moans falls from her lips when I circle her throbbing clit with my middle finger, and her cunt gushes more of her sweet juices onto my palm—thus proving there’s a wicked part of her that craves submission. Loves getting off on pain and fear. Seeks her will and choice being taken away. The thought of anybody else witnessing this makes me see red.
“Shh… can’t let her hear you, princess. Not until I’ve made you cum on my fingers.” Keeping my thumb on her bundle of nerves, I swirl the wetness around her slit and then lower to her clenching hole, aching to be filled. I keep her on the edge, even when her friend’s voice comes closer. Her moans don’t stop as if she’s never been teased like this before, and I want to desperately swallow her sounds. With our height difference, I can easily see her beautiful face. Her eyes are shut tight, and she’s so lost in the pleasure, she doesn’t notice my hand is no longer covering her mouth. Circling and rubbing her clit, I push two of my fingers into her tight cunt to the hilt in one rough thrust and kiss her trembling lips, shoving my tongue in her mouth to taste all of her. A pinch to her clit triggers her orgasm, her cries swallowed by me, and her body jerks when waves over waves crash over her body. She kisses me back with fervor while her body comes down from her high.
We kiss like desperate lovers, unable to pull apart. Our tongues battle, teeth clash and breaths mingle, but we don’t stop. We pour our frustration and pain into each other, as if it will heal our broken souls. I kiss her because once we stop, the spell will be broken and she’ll go back to hating me. I suck, bite, and taste her lips like a man possessed, and she gives me her submission. When the need for oxygen becomes too much, I reluctantly let her go and she breathes against my lips, her eyes still closed.
I pull my hand out of her panties and take a step back, admiring my handiwork. Her hair is disheveled, mouth pink and swollen, jeans undone, and she looks she just got fucked hard. I really wish I had. Still, one look at her and every man will know she belongs to me, even though I have no claim on her. She’s still the enemy, and I must never forget it. I school my features while she fixes her clothes and avoids looking at me. She must be really hating herself inside for giving in to me. I give her one last command to save her the embarrassment of speaking first.
“Now you’re going to go straight home.” Her angry gaze snaps to me, but I harden my voice. “Or I do this all over again.”
It sends her running.
CHAPTER 10
MAIRA
“Jesus Maira, where the hell were you?” comes Sasha’s worried voice when I finally step out of the woods, and I’m almost relieved when I look behind and don’t find him following me. My heart beats like a drum inside my sternum, and my thoughts are a jumbled mess, unable to fathom what just happened. Did I really let him touch me after he menacingly threatened me?
