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The underground club pulsed with heavy bass, strobe lights flashing over bodies that moved like they were possessed. But on the center stage, all eyes were on one woman.

Anaya danced like the world owed her somethingโ€”and she was here to take it back.

Her hips rolled to the beat, sweat glistening on her honey-toned skin, long hair cascading like silk with every twist. She didnโ€™t dance for the crowd. She danced for control.

But he watched her from the shadowsโ€”Vinay Raichand.

Mafia king. Billionaire. Forty-two, and still sexier than any man half his age. Power clung to him like his tailored Armani suit, and sin poured from every inch of his sculpted body.

He leaned back in his private booth, sipping his whiskey, eyes locked on her with the focus of a predator.

When the music faded, Anaya made her way backstage, not expecting the wall of muscle waiting for her.

โ€œYou dance like youโ€™re begging to be ruined,โ€ Vinayโ€™s voice was dark silk, curling around her like smoke.

Anaya stiffened. โ€œExcuse me?โ€

He stepped closer, his towering height forcing her to tilt her chin to meet his eyes.

โ€œI saidโ€ฆโ€ he brushed a thumb along her jaw, โ€œโ€ฆyou dance like a woman who wants to be taken. Hard.โ€

She slapped his hand away, cheeks flushed. โ€œI donโ€™t sleep with arrogant pricks in expensive suits.โ€

Vinay chuckled, low and rough. โ€œYouโ€™ll sleep with the one who owns your fatherโ€™s debts, jaan.โ€

Anayaโ€™s eyes widened. โ€œWhatโ€ฆ?โ€

He handed her a black folder. โ€œYour father borrowed money from the wrong people. Now I own the debt. And unless you want him in a body bag, youโ€™ll come with me.โ€

Her heart dropped.

โ€œYouโ€™re insane,โ€ she whispered.

Vinay leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. โ€œNo, baby. Iโ€™m patient. But Iโ€™m done waiting.โ€

Before she could run, he trapped her between his body and the wall, one knee slipping between her thighs, forcing them apart. Her breath hitched.

โ€œFrom now on,โ€ he growled, โ€œyouโ€™ll dance for me. Strip for me. And beg for me.โ€

โ€œYou think Iโ€™d let you touch me?โ€ she hissed, but her voice shook.

Vinay smirked. โ€œNot yet. But youโ€™ll beg for my hands. My mouth. My cock.โ€

His hand slid up her thigh, stopping just before her heat.

โ€œYou have a mouth made for moaning,โ€ he said. โ€œAnd I plan to hear every sound you make.โ€

She shivered, despite the anger blazing in her chest.

This was no ordinary man.

This was the devil in a suit.

And she had just signed her soul to

Raichand Mansion

The gates of the Raichand mansion opened like jaws welcoming prey.

Anaya sat in the backseat of Vinayโ€™s sleek black Rolls-Royce, arms crossed, fury bubbling beneath her skin. She refused to look at himโ€”though his presence was hard to ignore.

His thigh brushed hers. On purpose.

"You can stop pretending you hate this," he said lazily, his deep voice laced with amusement.

"I do hate it. I hate you," she snapped.

Vinay turned his head, dark eyes pinning her. โ€œNo, sweetheart. You hate how wet I make you.โ€

She gasped. โ€œYouโ€™re disgusting.โ€

He leaned closer, voice a growl against her ear. โ€œAnd youโ€™re soaked just from sitting beside me.โ€

Anaya turned her face away, cheeks burning.

God, he was insufferable. Arrogant. Dangerous.

And worst of allโ€ฆ right.

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Inside the mansion,

Marble floors, grand chandeliers, and intimidating silence wrapped around her like a golden cage. A maid took her bag, and Vinay led her upstairs to a luxurious suite.

โ€œWelcome to your new room,โ€ he said.

โ€œItโ€™s not mine,โ€ she snapped.

Vinay stalked toward her. โ€œIt is. Until I decide otherwise.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t think owning a piece of paper makes you my master.โ€

He smirked. โ€œNo. But making you come on my fingers will.โ€

She slapped him.

The sound echoed.

Vinayโ€™s eyes flared. โ€œThat was brave.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not your toy,โ€ she hissed.

He grabbed her wrist, pushing her against the door, body flush against hers. โ€œNo, youโ€™re my obsession,โ€ he breathed, lips barely brushing hers. โ€œAnd I always, always break what I own.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re insane.โ€

Vinayโ€™s grip tightened. โ€œYouโ€™ll beg for my touch before this week ends.โ€

Then, without warning, he kissed her.

Hard.

Claiming. Brutal. His tongue forced its way in, demanding dominance.

Anaya struggledโ€”but her body betrayed her. Her moan broke into his mouth, and his hand slid down to her ass, gripping it like he already owned every inch of her.

He broke the kiss, their lips slick, her breath ragged.

โ€œGo to sleep, jaan. Youโ€™ll need the energy. Iโ€™m done being patient.โ€

He walked out, leaving her trembling.

Later that night....

Anaya lay on the silk sheets, tossing.

But sleep didnโ€™t come.

Instead, heat pooled in her core as her mind replayed his kiss. The way his mouth tasted. The scent of danger clinging to his skin. His hand on her thigh. His voice in her ear.

In her dream, he pinned her to the bed.

"You like being under me, donโ€™t you?" he purred.

He spread her legs, his mouth trailing down her body. Tongue swirling around her nipples. Fingers sliding between her folds. She cried out, arching.

โ€œI want to hear you scream my name,โ€ dream-Vinay whispered.

She moaned. โ€œVinayโ€ฆโ€

She woke up panting, her body slick with sweatโ€”and arousal.

Damn him.

She hated him.

She wanted him.

And worst of all... she was his.

Morning light spilled through the glass windows of Vinayโ€™s mansion, but there was nothing soft about the atmosphere at the breakfast table.

Anaya sat stiffly, dressed in a silk robe that barely covered her thighsโ€”because her clothes had somehow gone missing from her suitcase. Vinay sat across from her, reading the newspaper, calm and calculated.

โ€œYou did this on purpose,โ€ she said, tugging the robe tighter.

He didnโ€™t look up. โ€œYouโ€™re in my house. I decide what covers my property.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not your property.โ€

His eyes slowly lifted to meet hers. โ€œYou will be. I just havenโ€™t fucked the rebellion out of you yet.โ€

Heat flushed her cheeksโ€”and between her legs.

She hated how his voice alone could make her ache.

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Next chapter :

โ€œTouch her again,โ€ he said, voice like frozen steel, โ€œand Iโ€™ll make your death a fucking masterpiece.โ€

ร— punishment

ร—jealous

ร— More forced touches and flirtation

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