
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 somethingโand 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 didnโt dance for the crowd. She danced for control.
But he watched her from the shadowsโVinay 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.
โYou dance like youโre begging to be ruined,โ Vinayโs voice was dark silk, curling around her like smoke.
Anaya stiffened. โExcuse me?โ
He stepped closer, his towering height forcing her to tilt her chin to meet his eyes.
โI saidโฆโ he brushed a thumb along her jaw, โโฆyou dance like a woman who wants to be taken. Hard.โ
She slapped his hand away, cheeks flushed. โI donโt sleep with arrogant pricks in expensive suits.โ
Vinay chuckled, low and rough. โYouโll sleep with the one who owns your fatherโs debts, jaan.โ
Anayaโs eyes widened. โWhatโฆ?โ
He handed her a black folder. โYour father borrowed money from the wrong people. Now I own the debt. And unless you want him in a body bag, youโll come with me.โ
Her heart dropped.
โYouโre insane,โ she whispered.
Vinay leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. โNo, baby. Iโm patient. But Iโm 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.
โFrom now on,โ he growled, โyouโll dance for me. Strip for me. And beg for me.โ
โYou think Iโd let you touch me?โ she hissed, but her voice shook.
Vinay smirked. โNot yet. But youโll beg for my hands. My mouth. My cock.โ
His hand slid up her thigh, stopping just before her heat.
โYou have a mouth made for moaning,โ he said. โAnd 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 Vinayโs sleek black Rolls-Royce, arms crossed, fury bubbling beneath her skin. She refused to look at himโthough 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. โNo, sweetheart. You hate how wet I make you.โ
She gasped. โYouโre disgusting.โ
He leaned closer, voice a growl against her ear. โAnd youโre soaked just from sitting beside me.โ
Anaya turned her face away, cheeks burning.
God, he was insufferable. Arrogant. Dangerous.
And worst of allโฆ 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.
โWelcome to your new room,โ he said.
โItโs not mine,โ she snapped.
Vinay stalked toward her. โIt is. Until I decide otherwise.โ
โDonโt think owning a piece of paper makes you my master.โ
He smirked. โNo. But making you come on my fingers will.โ
She slapped him.
The sound echoed.
Vinayโs eyes flared. โThat was brave.โ
โIโm not your toy,โ she hissed.
He grabbed her wrist, pushing her against the door, body flush against hers. โNo, youโre my obsession,โ he breathed, lips barely brushing hers. โAnd I always, always break what I own.โ
โYouโre insane.โ
Vinayโs grip tightened. โYouโll 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 struggledโbut 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.
โGo to sleep, jaan. Youโll need the energy. Iโm done being patient.โ
He walked out, leaving her trembling.
Later that night....
Anaya lay on the silk sheets, tossing.
But sleep didnโt 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, donโt 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.
โI want to hear you scream my name,โ dream-Vinay whispered.
She moaned. โVinayโฆโ
She woke up panting, her body slick with sweatโand arousal.
Damn him.
She hated him.
She wanted him.
And worst of all... she was his.
Morning light spilled through the glass windows of Vinayโs 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 thighsโbecause her clothes had somehow gone missing from her suitcase. Vinay sat across from her, reading the newspaper, calm and calculated.
โYou did this on purpose,โ she said, tugging the robe tighter.
He didnโt look up. โYouโre in my house. I decide what covers my property.โ
โIโm not your property.โ
His eyes slowly lifted to meet hers. โYou will be. I just havenโt fucked the rebellion out of you yet.โ
Heat flushed her cheeksโand between her legs.
She hated how his voice alone could make her ache.
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Next chapter :
โTouch her again,โ he said, voice like frozen steel, โand Iโll make your death a fucking masterpiece.โ
ร punishment
รjealous
ร More forced touches and flirtation

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