CH-7: Tied And Tasted🌹

Her body tensed. Eyes widened. A knock. Then another.

"There are people outside, you bastard." She hissed.

His eyes darkened. As he looked up at her slowly.

Then he thrust deep inside her.

The groan that left him was low, rough. He bent down, hand wrapping around her throat, pulling her closer.

"I'm inside you. Focus on me, princess." His voice dropped, dangerous.

"I'm going to enjoy this." A slow smile tugged at his lips.

As he began to pound. His lips brushed against her neck, hot breath fanning against her skin. He felt her shuddering underneath him. As his teeth nipped at her ear, his breathing heavy and uneven against her.

Right now he doesn't give a fuck about anyone. His men could wait.

He winced as her nails scratched down his back. He pulled out slowly, eyes burning into hers, then slammed back inside.

"Ughh~ y-you fucker..."

She moaned, her back arching.

She moaned louder this time, and he presses his hand over her mouth, leaning in, he whispered "just remember... The louder you are, the rougher I get"

The screen was the least interesting thing in the room.

Or so he told himself. Yet his eyes hadn't left it in twenty minutes. The bourbon sat untouched beside him, ice long dead. The files on the table hadn't been touched either. He was sprawled across the couch, legs wide, one arm slung over the backrest, the other hanging loose at his side. Something between amusement and disbelief settled on his face.

Seeing her struggling. And still refusing to back down. Even now. He pressed the higher button on the remote. The vibrator he had fitted inside her last night, when she had passed out cold, too overwhelmed, too far gone to even notice. His thumb hovered over it for a second before pressing higher.

Seeing her like this on the screen, trembling. His pants felt tighter.

"Damn it." He cursed under his breath.

He shut his eyes.

The memories from last night came flooding back

He swirled his tongue, felt her curl her toes around his shoulder as she gasped.

Then his tongue flicked out. Just once. A slow, torturous stroke.

He could almost feel her frustration building. But she wouldn't say anything. She wasn't the type to beg.

He pushed his tongue deeper this time. Almost felt her soul vibrate.

His thumb rubbed her folds gently, before sliding two fingers inside. God, she was so tight. A groan left his mouth as his tongue buried deeper, fingers curling up inside her. Then she moaned.

"Mmmhh~"

Eyes shut, biting her lips to stop the moaning. The sound that left her mouth it was heaven to him.

His phone buzzed, snapping him out of it. The memories slowly faded. He groaned low, feeling his pants tighten. He rubbed his face with both hands, exhaling slow. Then reached for the bourbon. Took a sip. Set it back down. His eyes went back to the screen.

He watched her for another second. Then pushed himself off the couch.

"Time to see you, wild kitten." His voice came out low.

Her voice reached him before he even stepped inside

"You are so damn infuriating, Mr. Bedi."

The sound of his boots echoed as he stepped into the quarters room, rolling up his sleeves.

"And you are turned on. Aren't you, little menace." The corner of his lips curved. Just barely. Like he'd already knew and didn't need to confirm it.

He slid his hands into his pockets, standing tall, watching her expression shift the moment she saw him.

He took a slow step closer.

"Do you realise how loud you were moaning my name last night?" The smirk widened. "You weren't calling me infuriating then." He teased, eyebrows raised.

"That smirk. That damn smirk. That said, I know you are melting. I can feel it. But hell nah. You fucker."

She almost hissed, her face twisted with anger.

Something flickered across his face before disappearing just as quickly. His eyes dropped to her

"Language, princess."

The softness in his voice was far more unsettling than anger would've been.

"Or what."

That challenging tone. That eye roll. That zero fucks attitude.

Something about it intrigued him. His eyes darkened as he closed the distance, gaze roaming over her body shamelessly. Then his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her in before she could react, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue entered, he leaned in for better access, tongues fighting for dominance, as the kiss deepening. He kissed her like he was starving. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Tongue sliding in deeper. His hands now moved to her lower back, bending her slightly, tongue stroking deeper. When he finally pulled back, his chest was heaving, lips glistening. He looked down at her mouth. Her lips red and swollen from the kiss.

"What the-" She yanked back, wiping the kiss from her lips with the back of her hand. He stumble slightly, panting softly.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing." She snarled.

"You kissed me first, princess." He leaned slightly closer, voice dropping, speaking against her ear. "In case you forgot about last night."

"I kissed you, it's not because I wanted to. It's to shut your mouth." She said through gritted teeth.

His gaze lowered. A slow smile. His thumb brushed over her lower lip. And his mind went elsewhere.

How those same lips had wrapped around him. Warm. Slow. Taking him fully until he couldn't think straight. Every moan that left her around him, every teasing pause, every time she looked up. He shivered at the thought.

The way she tasted when she came on his tongue. God. He wanted more of that.

How she'd almost lost it when his tongue flicked over her nipples, that sharp gasp she couldn't hold back. The way she rode him after, slow and deliberate, dragging it out, torturing him until his grip on her hips tightened on their own.

He'd had enough. He flipped her over.

"Alright kitten. Get on your fours."He commanded.

"Now be a good girl." His voice dropped. "And don't make any noise. That won't stop me."

"I said... get this off of me... Are you even listening."

That pulled him back. He cleared his throat.

She was holding up her wrists, eyes sharp, jaw tight. "Get this fucking thing off of me." The words came through gritted teeth like she'd been saying them for a while.

Her gaze dropped just for a second before snapping back up to his.

"Turn that damn thing off. And take it out" Her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

"Or I'll fucking kill you, Mr. Bedi."

He tilted his head, pretending to consider it. "That I can do."

His hands found her waist, picking her up like she weighed nothing, setting her down on the wooden table. Then he slowly bent down on his knees, face level with her slightly spread thighs.

"Hey- what do you think you-"

"Shhh." His hand found the hem of her dress. "Don't make a sound." His eyes lifted to hers briefly. "If you want me to take it out."

He lifted the hem slowly.

"Ye ladki mujhe barbaad kar degi."[ This girl, she's going to ruin me ] He let out a short breath through his nose, something between a sigh and a laugh.

Then buried his face between her thighs.

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌹⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ.

Hey lovelies!!

So... Raghav Bedi. That's it. That's the author note.

Just kidding ;) I know this chapter was a lot. He's a lot. Sia is a lot. Together they're a whole problem and I created them so that's on me.

Drop a comment and tell me everything.And if you enjoyed this chapter, a vote would mean the world. It keeps me going more than you know.

See you in the next chapter 💘

-Vyanna ✍🏻

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