Khushi could scarcely breathe...
Her mind was in a frenzy...
What had she just done...
What had he just done...
What had THEY just done!
Shifting slightly, she made an attempt to move out of his embrace but quickly became imprisoned underneath her devilishly seductive husband...
Her heartbeat quickened and her nipples peaked.
His grin grew lascivious as he slid one hand down her front and gently pressed one finger into her.
Her breath caught and she began to drip as he coaxed the tiny throbbing bud to flower.
She gripped his shoulders and shook her head in denial at the power he had over her.
“I can’t be ready...I can’t...”
“Yes, you can sweetheart.... Again, Khushi...”
He plunged his finger deep, moved back and forth against her swollen lips, and her hips arched upward involuntarily.
He gently parted her legs …
“Look at me, Khushi.” Half drugged, she opened her eyes and gazed at the man she loved, waiting for him to claim her, waiting to take anything he could give.
“It’s always been you.” He stared at her intently to be sure she heard and understood the words.
Intensity gleamed within amber depths.
He gripped her fingers, as if trying to speak beyond words.
As he spoke, he began to slowly slide inside her body...
“And it will always be you.”
Never taking his eyes from hers, keeping her fingers within his, he buried himself to the hilt...
Her lips parted and a soft gasp flew from her lips for each thrust that penetrated her...
Every time he reentered, he claimed more than her body.
The stakes had changed and all he sought for was her heart, as he continued to give all of himself, pushing her with slow, steady strokes until she hovered on the edge of the cliff.
This time when she fell over, he followed, holding her hands the whole time he shared the journey.
And when they drifted back, he gathered her in his arms, and held her, running his fingers along her skin...as her body shivered with aftershocks...
She loved him.
Every part of him, good and bad, her husband and lover, her partner and rival.
Love was not a prize but something she owned inside and shared freely.
Arnav’s blood roared with possession...
The woman who was his wife was a fierce, priceless creature who both shattered and humbled him...
Arnav slowly edged away from the bed...
Khushi had fallen fast asleep...
He grabbed his phone and stormed off to another room of the house.
“Arnav? well, I’m not surprised to receive your call...”
“You have scared her for the last time...DO NOT call her again!”
Arnav hung up.
He wanted to claw at Shyam’s flesh.
Hate rose inside him fiercely...
Not too far away, Shyam smiled..”Don’t CALL her? Okay...I won’t call her...I’ll see her...”
Arnav was possessive of Khushi before he’d made love to her.
Now there was no longer a word to fully describe his feelings for her.
“Arnavji...I’m okay...Just go to work, I’m staying here, I won’t answer the phone, unless its from you, and …”
She couldn’t finish.
His mouth pressed firmly onto hers …
His arms remained at his sides though...
Khushi instantly quieted...as his lips moved luxuriously over hers, her hands soon came up to rest on his chest...
Pulling back, Arnav looked at down at her...
When Khushi’s eyes opened she realized he was no longer kissing her...
“When did he stop!?” she thought...
Her cheeks flushed as she felt embarrassed...
“Where do I have to go again?” Arnav muttered...
“Work...yes...” she lifted her chin, “You have to go to work...”
“Why?” he said stepping closer...
Her eyes widened...”Because...BECAUSE IT’S YOUR COMPANY!”
He continued to prowl towards her until she was cornered...
Her eyes slid closed in anticipation...she felt his breath dangerously close...
“I’ll see you when I get home then...”
Shocked, she looked up at him in time to catch his sneaky smile...
He swiftly turned and walked out...
“Oh, he thinks he’s just...just...”
All the sudden she was off balance, pulled backwards as a large hand closed over her mouth.
Panic seized her, as she felt something slip over her head, covering her face...
She didn’t want to die. She didn’t.
Willing herself to calm, she forced herself to take even breaths but the cloth over her face took all the air.
The hot breath of her attacker was on her face, his mouth so near, his hands on her body.
Her skin crawled with his touch, her stomach twisting.
He hadn’t spoken . . .
He tugged her against his body with such force, she grunted from the impact.
A second later, she felt her back hit the mattress.
She squirmed, not wanting to be trapped, kicking and punching.
But then he was on her, one of his long legs wrapped around her left leg, his hands holding her hands over her head.
Before he could trap her second leg, she brought her knee up and rammed it into his groin.
He gasped, and for a split second he let her hands go, and that was all the time she needed.
She reached for the nightstand, grabbing the lamp and smashing it into his head.
He hollered out and she rolled off the bed, frantically yanking the material off her head.
Her only thought was to run.
She made it to the bedroom door before her feet came out from under her.
His grip on her ankle so tight it made her cry out.
But then she hit the floor, palms flat, her body feeling the jolt from head to toe.
Twisting around, she intended to kick him in the face, but she momentarily froze.
It was Shyam.
He laughed, clearly enjoying himself, his hand inching up her leg.
The pure evil in his eyes brought her back to reality.
She kicked him in the face as hard as she could.
“Bitch,” he yelled, blood gushing from his forehead.
He reached for her free foot, trying to get it before she kicked him again.
His hand slipped off her leg, and she scrambled forward in a crawl.
But he was fast. He grabbed hold of her shoulders.
“I like it when you fight, Khushiji.”
She felt his body press into hers.
She wanted to throw up.
“We’re going to have fun, you and I.”
She shook her head, fighting her emotions, her fear.
“Why? Why are you doing this?” she whispered through trembling lips.
“Because I want you,” he said in a taunt, his lips by her ear. “And I am going to have you. I’ve waited forever for you. And I’m going to have you...on THIS bed...”
He licked the side of her face.
She felt bile rise in her throat...her body was trembling.
Something told her he got off on her fear.
“You’re sick,” she whispered.
“No, I’m smart. I kept you guessing. Admit it.” His words were filled with pride so sickening
Khushi felt her head spinning.
She had to get away.
“You’ll never get away with this! Arnavji is probably still here, he only JUST left...”
He moved, rising to his feet, and she thanked the good lord to have him off her.
He yanked her to her feet and pushed her back against the wall...
Before she could scream, Shyam hit her hard and sharp across the face...”You make a sound and I will do it again...”
He grabbed her hands ...she spat as she struggled against his legs, trying to keep hers free.
He laughed. “You wound me, Khushiji. I think you should kiss me and make me feel better.”
No matter how hard she tried to fight the panic that was welling up inside, or the nausea at the thought of his lips on hers, she couldn’t.
She twisted her head to the side and he moved his hand into her hair and yanked her head backwards. “Uh-uh, I want my kiss.”
Tears welled in her eyes as his mouth came towards her.
She wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.
Desperately trying break free she twisted her head away from him...
But he only pulled her by the hair and then slapped her again. This time harder.
“Stop fighting and make this easy on yourself.”
Dragging her by her hair, he yanked her back to the bed.
Khushi cried out, feeling as if her hair was coming out by the roots.
She kicked him, and he hit her again.
Pain lashed through her cheek and eye, making her shake from head to foot.
Or maybe it was from a combination of fear and adrenaline.
Darkness threatened to take over as spots appeared in front of her eyes.
In her head, she yelled. No!!!!!!!
As Arnav opened the door of his car, he froze.
A powerful feeling began to take over his body...
Khushi needed him, he could feel it.
It felt like forever, though it was only seconds before he bolted back inside his house...
He took the stairs two at a time...
Red-hot rage exploded inside when he saw Shyam on top of her.
Lunging forward, he reached for the hiss shirt, yanking him off of her body.
“You son of a bitch!” he screamed as he flung him to the ground.
Arnav’s breathing was erratic as he took in Khushi’s bruised face, pain wrenching at his heart.
Before Shyam could even stand up, Arnav threw himself onto him and with a tensely gripped fist, brutally beat him until there was not a single movement...
His anger recoiling, he turned to see Khushi’s terror filled eyes...
She was now standing in the corner of the room shaking...
Her hand covered her mouth...
Tears were raining down her face...
Quickly getting to his feet he moved cautiously towards her...
As soon as her eyes found his she stumbled back against the wall and whispered...”Don’t...”
Arnav stilled...the urge to run to her was beginning to feel like literal pain, but he held back...
“Khushi...It’s me...Arnav...I’m not going to hurt you...”
Her eyes finally shut as she fainted...straight into Arnav’s arms...
- 6 Months Till A Kiss
- BREAKOUT - Sequel To FROZEN . . .
- Control Vs. Chaos
- Emotional One Shots
- Forceful Encounters (Sequel to Forceful Stranger)
- Forceful Stranger
- FROZEN . . .
- Funny Romance One Shots
- I Am...FREE
- I Can't Let Her Go
- I Feel Everything - Sequel to I Feel Nothing
- I Feel Nothing Series
- My Life for Your Love
- Recapturing (Memories Series Part 2)
- Take What's Left Of My Heart
- The Development (Memories Series Part 3)
- The Gunshot
- The Moment Is Coming (Sequel to 'We Missed The Moment')
- The Spice Of Life
- Two Hearts One Flame Series Of One Shots
- We Missed The Moment
- Wild Repentance
- With Love...Yours Truly (Sequel to Yours Sincerely...Murder)
- Yours Sincerely...Murder