Forever mine

Chapter One

I want a divorce. Coming home to her husband and hear him say those words wasn’t

something she expected when she returned back from her short vacation with her

mother and sisters. A look in his eyes and she knew she'd lost him, forever. He didn’t

want to live with her, nor did he loved her anymore. His eyes were as blank as a canvas.

There was nothing for her in his eyes and she lost the battle even before a fight. She

couldn’t bring herself to fight for something that’s not hers anymore. He wasn’t hers to

claim, though legally he was still her husband. He wasn’t the same man she married a

year back.

The emotional bond she shared with him was missing. She couldn’t connect herself to

him. She expected an explanation from him but got none. He moved out of the house

the very day and next day, she received the divorce deed. She was torn. He’d tore her

apart and she doesn’t think she’ll ever recover. The wounds were still fresh and ran

deeper. It took her days to realize it was happening. She was getting a divorce. Why?

She’d no idea. He refused to tell her what went wrong. But she knew, he didn’t want her

anymore. He’d fallen out of love with her. And She didn’t even know what was her fault.

She’d been an ideal wife to him, taking care of him and his house while expecting very

little in return, then what went wrong? He’d moved into with his girlfriend, the one he

was cheating on her with.

She got to know through a common friend and it was the last blow her already broken

heart could handle. She wanted to be free from him, though her heart was still beating

for him, her mind was filled with disgust for him. She loved him, but she didn’t want him

back. She knew. “Good morning, Anya.” She turned around when she heard a sweet,

feminine voice from the door. The voice broke her reverie, looking around, she realized

she’s once again lost herself to the memories of past. “Morning, Aisha.” She passed a

small smile to her colleague cum friend. She hated the sympathetic look Aisha passed

her way.

The same kind of looks she’d been receiving from people around her ever since the

news of her divorce was out. Her private life was no longer private in the office due to

her ex-husband and his current girlfriend who works in the same office as her, but in a

different department, for which she was glad. She didn’t have to see their faces every

now and then. “Are you coming to the party tonight?” Aisha said as she stepped into the

cabin. Anya closed her eyes and a sigh escaped her lips remembering the office party to

celebrate the successful 30 years of the company she’s to attend in the evening. All the

employees were expected to attend the celebration, but she was having second

thoughts. “I don’t know,” Anya trailed off. She didn’t want to attend the party, given her

current situation. She knew her ex-husband will be there as well, with his girlfriend. She

doesn’t want to face him because no matter how much she shows herself to be strong,

her heart still bleeds at the thought of him with another woman. “But I’ll try to come.”
Aisha nodded her head, a small smile tugging at her lips before she turned around and

strode out of the room. Anya shook her head and sat in the chair comfortably. “In my

cabin, Miss. Rao.” The intercom buzzed and she heard her employer’s husky voice. Her

eyes widen slightly knowing he was office early today. She grabbed a pen and pad off

the table and headed out of the cabin, to her employer’s cabin which was next to hers.

Anya knocked on the door twice before she entered in. The enchanting smell of her

employer’s cologne filled her lungs as she walked over his desk. Her eyes traveled over

her boss, Rihaan Kapoor, the one fine man who’s known for his sharp brains and sinfully

sexy looks. She’d been working for him from past one year and she couldn’t come up

with anything bad about him. From what she’s observed, people both fear and respect

him for the man he is. An enigma indeed. And he was the only person who wasn’t

interested in her personal life after her divorce news came out. It increased her respect

for him, not that she expected a billionaire like him to be interested in an ordinary

employee’s life. He treated her professionally, though he knew every detail of her

personal life and she appreciated it.

“Good morning, sir.” She passed a smile to him when he looked up over at her from the

file in his hand. “Good morning, Miss. Rao.” Rihaan returned the smile with his own best

one. Anya couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his smile is, for the first time. “Can you

call Miss. Sophia Kaur and cancel the lunch I’d with her. Send her an apology note with a
bouquet on my behalf.” Anya nodded her head and mentally noted the task. It wasn’t

something new to her. She was pretty familiar with his lifestyle and the women he date.

In fact, She’d been the one handling the women on his behalf who don't last longer than

a few days or a week maximum.

He’d a taste in women, every woman he’d dated had been skinny models. Sophia Kaur

was an exceptional, though. Daughter of an important business associate. She was his

date to a charity ball a few days back and she knew her boss wasn’t really interested in

her but had to tolerate her because of her father. Apart from that, She hasn’t seen any

woman with him in past two or three months. She couldn’t remember when was the

last time she arranged a date for him. He was keeping his love life low. She believed. “I’ll

do that, sir. Anything else?” Anya brushed her thoughts aside and turned to her boss.

“That’s all for now, Miss. Rao.” He said in a smooth, cultured voice she’d ever heard. No

wonder women fall for him. She thought to herself, looking over at his face.

He was an epitome of perfection with a body to die for. He was strong, muscular yet not

bulky, more of built and lean. His sharp facial features and ocean blue eyes can make

any woman go weak on her knees. Anya shook her head to get away from her thoughts

which had taken a wrong route. It was inappropriate to think about him like that. And

how could she forget her divorce was still pending? She was getting divorced from the

man she loved and she shouldn’t be thinking about another man. It was wrong on so
many levels. “Sir, You have a meeting with Mr. Smith in half an hour.” Anya gathered

her thoughts together and informed him about the meeting.

She mentally patted herself for being able to maintain the professionalism with her

posture and tone. She couldn’t afford to let him think about her to be one of those

women who threw themselves on him. She wasn’t one of them. She admired him but

for his hard work and passion for work. Nothing else. *** How can someone be so cruel

to someone like her? That was the only thought running through his mind as he

watched her walk out of the cabin. The petite woman he calls his secretary has been an

object of desire to him ever since he laid his eyes on her a year back when she first

walked in for the interview. He’d never witnessed something so pure, so angelic before.

She made his heart skip a beat and cock twitch in his pants, all at the same time. It never

happened before. He’d been with many women before, but none come even close to

her. She caught his attention with one glance and he hadn't stopped dreaming about

her since then.

She was that kind of woman who demanded respect with her appearance. She carried

that aura around her, and the soft smile that always adorned her face can make any

male fall on his knees before her, begging. She didn’t even know what kind of power she

possessed. She was beautiful. Ever so graceful and elegant, everything a man would

want in his woman. And as much as he hated, she was extremely loyal to her husband.

While women throw themselves at him, she maintained a dignified distance from him.
She’d been thoroughly professional and he admired it, though he hated it as well. He

knew she was the woman who would never betray her nuptial vows and it helped him

to keep a distance from her as well. He wanted to stake his claim over her the moment

she walked in his cabin, but her marital status stopped him.

He didn’t want to be the reason of her broken marriage. It wasn’t him. He was a selfish

bastard but not a homewrecker. Although he was disgusted with himself at times for

wanting and desiring a married woman, but it wasn’t in his hands. His heart and body

yearn for her. He’d even dated women after her arrival, to get over her. It didn’t work

and he stopped trying a few months back. He’d decided to figure out his feeling in

another way than using other women to get over one. But before he could figure out

what does he want, the news of her divorce spread around, giving him a ray of hope.

He’d always envied her husband for having her, but his happiness knew no bound when

he first got to know about her divorce. It was the hot topic around. He hated her ex-

husband for crushing her heart, but he was thankful she got rid of the cheating ass her

husband was. She deserves better than a man who couldn’t stay faithful to her. The ring

of his cell phone brought him out of his reverie. He grabbed his cell phone off the table

and glanced at the screen. Sophia Calling… He groaned inwardly seeing the name

flashing on the screen. He’d expected her call since he’d canceled the lunch he was

supposed to have with her. He couldn’t bear her fakeness for another day thus he’d to

cancel the lunch plan. He was regretting the moment he asked her to be his date for the
charity ball he attended a few days back. He needed a date for the ball and he found her

perfect. She was sophisticated and mingled with his business world people with ease.

He didn't want to give her false hopes regarding him, but the woman never knew to

take the hints. “Hello, Sophia.”

He picked up the call even though he’d no intentions of doing so. “Rihaan, Why did you

cancel the lunch? I was looking forward to spend some time with you.” Rihaan heard a

sharp, edgy voice from the other side of the phone call. He narrowed his eyes and could

imagine her with a fake pout. She thinks it makes her look cute and desirable, and he

wished he could tell her how fake she looks when she try to act younger than her age.

“A meeting with father came up suddenly, I couldn’t avoid.” Rihaan trailed off, having no

interest whatsoever to talk to her. “Aw. That’s sad,” Sophia crooned from the other

side. An urge to tell her off build up in, but he controlled. “

I’ll meet you at the party tonight. We can spend some together then,” Sophia sounded

hopeful, but he’d no intentions of entertaining her more than he already had. He’s a

woman to win and he isn’t going to waste his time behind people who mean nothing to

him. “I’ll talk to you later, Sophia.” He murmured onto the phone. Rihaan ended the call

and placed the cell phone back on the table as he leaned back in his chair. As soon as he

closed his eyes, Anya’s angelic face appeared before him. She’d that affect over him. Her

thoughts had surrounded him, and he wouldn’t be lying if he says he hadn’t stopped

thinking about her ever since she’d put her foot in his cabin. He’d spent uncountable
sleepless nights, thinking off her while stroking himself. It felt so wrong yet so right. He

cannot wait to show her what she does to him. Once she is his, he’ll show her what it

feels to be loved by a man. He’ll shower her with his undivided attention and love. He’ll

give her every fucking happiness of the world.

Chapter Two

Rihaan looked around the party hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but he couldn’t

spot her. He hoped she'd attended the party. A growl escaped him when he spotted her

ex-husband and the woman hanging on his arm coming his way. He hated the sight of

her ex. Anya’s ex-husband, Armaan reminded him of the pain he’d caused Anya. The

pain in her eyes was still raw and he hated it. He could see she was still suffering his

betrayal. Rihaan knew how much it pained him to see her broken after the news of

divorce came out. He wanted to rush to her and embrace her in his arms, tell her

everything would be fine, but he stopped himself. It wasn’t the right time to show his

emotions to her. It was a torturous month to maintain the professionalism between

them. “Good evening, sir.” Rihaan came out of his trance when he heard Armaan’s call.

He blinked his eyes and look over at Armaan and his girlfriend, Alisha.

His expressions hardened as he stared at them. “Good evening, Armaan. I hope you

guys are enjoying the party.” Rihaan mumbled, a mocking smile pulling up at his lips. He

felt pity for the guy in front of him, for losing an angel like a woman he once had. “We

are, sir.” Alisha beamed. Rihaan narrowed his eyes at her, she was clinging onto Armaan
like her life depended on him. He knew the reason behind, it was to show her claim over

Armaan and to hurt Anya. The latter angered him. He will not tolerate anyone hurting

her, especially these two. They had done enough damage to Anya. “Excuse me,” He

turned around and walked away from them before he could lose his temper. He didn’t

want to create a scene at his party and ruin the night for his father. His father, Aarav

Kapoor started this company thirty years back from scratch.

His father had built this empire and tonight, they were celebrating his hard work. He

headed to the drink counter and ordered himself a strong drink, to calm his nerves. He

wanted nothing but have a glimpse of her at the moment. The waiter slid the glass

across the table to him. He picked up the glass and gulped down the drink in one go. The

bitter liquid burned down his throat and he closed his eyes for a moment. “Hello, sir.”

His eyes snapped open when he heard a soft voice greeting him from behind. He very

well knew the owner of the voice. Rihaan turned around, to face the woman who’d

taken away his peace. His eyes darkened as he took in her sight. She was dressed in a

black knee length dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Her long, wavy, brown hair

open and he felt an urge to run his hand through her locks while he kisses her perfect,

pouty lips covered in blood red lip color.

She was dressed to kill. And the decision to wait for some more time before making a

move on her, came biting him. He doubted he’d be able to control himself tonight when

she was looking like this. So angelic. “You are looking beautiful, Anya.” He
complimented her, his eye drinking her in. There was nothing he wouldn’t give up on to

call her his. A smirk pulled up at his lips when he noticed her shiver slightly when he

pronounced her name. It was the first time he’d addressed her by her first name and he

felt like he owned it. “Thank you, sir.” She mumbled softly, the pink hues spread across

her cheeks gave him some kind of satisfaction. The smile on her face was a real one,

unlike the smiles she had been giving to show others she was alright. “Would you like a

drink?” Rihaan asked her, taking a step closer to her.

Her sweet, warm floral fragrance filled his senses and a low growl escaped him. “Um-

Sure,” Anya replied after a moment of hesitation. Rihaan nodded then turned to the

waiter. “One martini for the lady please,” Rihaan looked over his shoulder at her. He

noticed how she was looking around, probably searching for someone. She looked

awkward and uncomfortable. Anger bubbled up inside him when he realized who she

was searching for. “Lucky bastard.” He cursed her ex under his breath, for still holding a

place in her life. Rihaan turned to her with her drink, controlling his urge to put his stake

over her and show her who she really belongs to. ‘

“Are you searching for someone?” Rihaan questioned, hoping his voice hadn’t given

away the anger he was experiencing. He observed her closely, he could see she was

looking uncomfortable suddenly and he was aware of the reason as well. To their right

was standing the reason of her distress-her ex with his girl. “You are still not over him.”

He stated the obvious fact. His facial expressions hardened as he stared at her, deep
down he hoped for a negative response from her. But he was expecting too much too

soon. “I’m not him to forget everything so easily,” He heard her soft whisper. His heart

stopped for a moment, noticing the pain in her voice. “It’ll take time for me to get over

him completely, but I’ll.” Her response brought a small smile on his lips. “Here,” He

handed her the drink. Anya thanked him as she took a sip from the glass.

“You are a strong woman, Anya.” She passed a small smile to him and it made his heart

skip a beat. He wondered how she manages to do that to him every time. How can one

have so much control over another? A comfortable silence prevailed between them

which was broken by a business associate who took him away to introduce him to some

delegates. He hated to but had to leave her alone in the party when all he wanted was

keep her with him. *** She was determined to not to let him affect her in a way he

wanted. The sight was painful but nothing she couldn’t handle. She tore her eyes away

from Armaan and Alisha who were lost in one another.

She felt a known fury raging inside her at the sight of the woman who she called her

friend. Alisha was the first friend she made when she joined the company. And the very

same woman betrayed in the most brutal way. Alisha had been seeing Armaan even

when he was married to her. They cheated her, taking advantage of the trust she had in

them. She loathed them for doing this to her, for being insensitive toward her feelings.

But it was enough. She’d enough of him ruling her emotions. “He’s an asshole.” She

heard a voice from her right side. “Tell me about it.” Anya tilted her head and looked at
Aisha with a smirk. Her gaze moved around, hoping to meet her boss once before she

leaves for home. It was past midnight and she wanted to reach home and hit the bed. It

had been a tiring day, emotionally.

Facing Armaan and Alisha together wasn’t easy when they were hell bent on shoving

their affair on her face. “Aisha, I’m leaving for home. I’ll see you on Monday.” Anya said

to Aisha who hugged her and said her goodbyes. “Anya,” She was near the exit when

she heard her boss calling her from behind in a deep voice. Anya stopped in her tracks

and turned around to face him. She still hasn’t got used to him addressing her by her

first name. Every time he’d say her name, she’d felt an electric shiver run down along

the length of her spine. When he pronounced her name in his dark, cultured tone, she

felt he owned it. She never found her name so appealing before.

“Yes, sir?” She chided herself for having such thoughts about him, and he was to blame.

Something has changed in his behavior towards her, she couldn’t pinpoint what it was

but something has changed. The way he was looking at her wasn’t how an employer

should look at his employee. Her body grew warm under his intense watch and she

blamed the alcohol for doing this to her. “Are you leaving?” Rihaan asked her as he took

a step closer. Her breathing hitched in her throat at his close proximity. He looked more

handsome from close. She concluded as she continued to stare at his face with

something she could call admiration. “Yes, sir. It’s getting late,” Anya murmured softly.

She raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, in nervousness.
She doesn't know why, but she was feeling fuzzy inside with him around. It never

happened before, though she’d always found him deliciously attractive. But then she

was married to Armaan and she wasn’t the one to cheat. “I’ll drop you.” He said in a

firm tone. “It’s alright, sir. I’ll manage.” She refused politely, but the look in his eyes told

her he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Anya felt a shiver ran down her spine as

her soft gaze met his darkened one. She was taken back by the emotions she saw in his

ocean blue eyes, but she shrugged it off. The alcohol in her system was forcing her to

imagine things that are not true, nor ever will be. “I’m not asking you, Anya.

I’m telling you.” Rihaan told her in a sharp tone that sent a chill through her. His

dominating personality was something that turns her on at times, making her feel guilty

for feeling this way about her employer, especially when she was going through a

heartbreak. When she still wasn’t over her divorce. “Okay,” Anya replied meekly. She

felt her head heavy as she followed him behind. She couldn’t understand what was

happening, but she knew, when he’s around, Armaan’s betrayal seems less painful. His

chauffeur opened the backseat car door for her.

Her lips curved into a hesitate small smile as she slides in. Rihaan followed her move and

sat in beside her and gave his nod to the chauffeur. She’d shared numerous car rides

with him before, but It felt so intimate for some reasons, though his chauffeur was still

present. Her chain of thoughts was broken when the car engine roared to life and they
drove away in silence. “Your new address, Anya?” Rihaan asked, breaking the silence.

Anya tilted her head and looked at him in surprise.

Hardly people at her workplace know she’d shifted to a new house. It was painful to live

in the same house where she lived with her husband. His memories were haunting her

and that was when she made a decision. She moved into a new house on rent

agreement while looking for a house to buy. She brushed her thoughts aside and told

him the address. “Anya, I don’t want to sound noisy, but why did you move out of your

house? You loved that house, didn’t you?” His query caught her attention. She hesitated

for a moment, she’d never had any kind of conversation with him other than business

related. She was feeling awkward to talk about her personal life with him, but a part of

her wanted to let it out. She hadn’t spoken to anyone about her divorce, not even to her

mother and two sisters who were busy in their own lives.

And she wasn’t ready to spill out the details. Getting a divorce wasn’t something to

proud of in her family. In her family, women are expected to stick to their men, no

matter what. Though her family knows about her divorce, she hadn’t told them what

happened, not that she herself know why her husband suddenly decided to leave her. “I

was getting suffocated in that house. It was too much to take in and I needed some

space from him.” Anya whispered softly. She stared at her hands placed on her lap. She
didn’t know what was going on in his mind, but she hoped it wasn't pitying. She’d

enough of it from her family and people around her. “And I want to forget him.”

“It’s good to know you are trying to move on.” He said to her, his lips pulled up in a soft

smile that took her breath away. She knows he is a handsome man, but when he smiles,

he looks like a Greek god. Anya tore her eyes away from him, her own thoughts about

him were taking a sudden turn and it confused her as much as it scared her. Chapter

Three A few months later… She was going to throw up, Anya thought as she stared at

the couple in front of her. In the middle of the office cafeteria, two were kissing. Anya

felt disgusted and tore her gaze away from her ex-husband and Alisha. She continued

munching her sandwich while thinking how it didn’t pain anymore to see him with

another woman.

She’d got over it and made peace with the fact that he was never hers. Few months of

dating and a year of marriage looked facade to her now, almost making her believe she

was living in an illusion. And the reality was harsh, but she preferred it. It was better

than living a life full of fakeness. Anya could stand and say she’d got over him,

completely. The divorce had finalized last month and those months away from him

helped her to realize how empty her relationship was with Armaan. He’d never put

anything in their relationship to make it strong, it was just her who was putting efforts

to make their marriage work. He loved her, but that was it. He never made an effort to
make their relationship work. Love wasn’t enough for a relationship to last longer. And

for once she felt glad to get away from him. It was for better.

After his departure from her life, she rediscovered herself and was finally giving time to

herself which she never did when she was with Armaan. It was always him. She

regretted making a wrong man center of her world. “So what are your thoughts about

this? Should I say yes to Shawn?” Anya looked at her friend, Aisha who was blabbering

about a guy who’d asked her out, but she was reluctant to say yes. “If you are

interested, then why not? He’s a good guy,” Anya told her as she took a sip from her

cola can. “And handsome as well,” Aisha gushed, making her laugh. “

It’s time even you start dating.” Anya stopped in her act and looked over at her friend, a

sigh escaped her. She hadn’t thought about it, yet. She had been busy in getting her life

back on track after the divorce and fighting her attraction for a certain man. She got no

time to think about anyone else while fighting her growing attraction for her employer.

Off lately, she’d been staring at him more than required and he wasn’t helping her

either with his intense, hunger filled looks. And he’d started to take her everywhere he

goes which was rare before. She was his assistant but rarely accompanied him to

dinners and parties. He always had a date ready for those, but it has changed in past a

few months. He’d made sure she accompanied him wherever he went and it was taking

a toll on her heart. His masculine scent surrounding her always had driven her crazy to

an extent of losing her sanity.

She didn’t want to feel this way about him, it felt wrong yet so right. But she also knew

he’ll never desire a broken woman like her. She wasn’t his type, to begin with. She

wasn’t skinny blonde. She was curvy and her wavy long brown hair didn’t make her the

type of the woman he’d want. But then what about the looks he’d been giving, off

lately? She questioned herself but came up with no answer. Anya shook her head to

clear her mind. She decided not to ponder over what he feels for her. It’d complicate

her life more than it already was. “I don’t think I’m ready for it, yet.” She replied to

Aisha who was waiting for a response. “But you can’t spend your whole life mourning

over an asshole.” Aisha reasoned. “I’m not mourning over him.

I just need time to sort myself out before jumping into another relationship.” Anya

explained herself out. Aisha hummed in response and smiled slightly. “I got it,” Aisha

gave a look of understanding. “I have a meeting to attend with the boss. I’ll talk to you

later.” Anya gave an apologetic look to her as She got up and gathered her stuff before

she headed out of the cafeteria. She was walking toward Rihaan’s cabin when she

bumped into someone. She was about to fall backward flat on her ass when a firm hand

stopped her fall. “What the-” Her words died down in her throat as she raised her head

and stared at Armaan. She pulled her hand out of his hold and looked at him.

“Careful, Anya. You could have got hurt.” Armaan sounded concern causing her to

narrow her eyes at him. “You don’t have to worry about me, Armaan.” Anya spat

harshly. He should be the last person to worry about her. She thought to herself with
bitterness. She stifled a laugh at the irony of the moment. The same man who’d brutally

crushed her heart was concerned about her getting hurt from a fall. “Anya, can’t you

forget what happened?” Armaan let go of a sigh. “I have,” She hissed. “And I have no

interest whatsoever in talking to you. You mean nothing to me.” Her firm tone made her

point clear to him, she hoped. She doesn’t want anything to do with him. “Really? So I

mean nothing to you?” Armaan sneered as he took a step closer, much to her

displeasure. She felt uncomfortable around him.

She never thought there will be a day when she’ll feel uncomfortable around him. It

taught her an important lesson - nothing is permanent in life. “Yes, Armaan. You mean

nothing to me, now leave my way. I have work.” Anya took a step back, knowing very

well she’d bruised her ex-husband’s ego. He's a fragile ego since the start, due to which

she used to keep things she didn’t like about him to herself, but not anymore. Anya

raised her eyes and looked straight into his chocolate brown eyes, challenging him to

take another step toward her. She wouldn’t mind hurting him, she’d enough of the shit

he’d been throwing her way. “You are fucking someone?” Armaan questioned, harshly.

“That shouldn’t bother you, Armaan. We are divorced.” She retorted back.

“Now get the hell out of my way.” “No. First, answer me, do you have anyone in your

life?” Her anger was increasing seeing his stubbornness. Anya fumed at his audacity to

question her when he was the one to cheat on her and leave her for the other woman.

“Hypocrisy at its best.” She murmured in annoyance. “What’s going on here?” A strong
voice boomed there. She straightened up herself and looked over Armaan’s shoulder at

him, Rihaan Kapoor who was standing there in all his glory, looking pissed off. She

hoped she wasn’t the one to trigger his anger. “Mr. Singh,” Rihaan growled as he came

and stand next to Anya. She noticed the look of pure loathing he was shooting Armaan’s

way. “I don’t think I pay you to harass my employees.” His voice cold as ice sent chills

through her. She watched as her ex-husband flinched away under Rihaan’s watch. She

bites inside of her cheek, stopping a smile from forming up her face.

“I was just talking, sir.” Armaan defended himself. “I don’t think so,” Rihaan snapped.

Anya felt her belly flutter as he glanced her way, giving her an assuring look that said -

he’ll handle. “This is my last warning to you, Mr. Singh, if I ever saw you misbehaving

with her or anyone for that matter, it’ll be your last day in the office.” Rihaan warned

him in the no-nonsense tone that even Anya felt an undeniable need to submit to him.

The aura he carried along was too strong to ignore. But what surprised her more was

the way her body reacted. Her nipples hardened against the silk blouse and a little

dampness in her panties made its presence known. She wondered if someone can get

aroused just by hearing a voice. Sexy voice, though. Anya jumped in her place when she

felt a warm hold around her wrist.

She looked down at her wrist then shifted her gaze to the owner of the hand holding

her. His touch was so different from Armaans. He held her hand like he owned the right.

There was possessiveness in his hold, yet not hurting her even a bit. “Leave from here.”
Rihaan barked at his face. Anya held back her amusement when she watched Armaan

scurried off. “Are you alright, Anya?” Anya felt her inside melting when she turned to

him and found him staring at her with those soft eyes. She shuddered, feeling his thumb

drawing circles on the back of her hand. “Yes,” She breathed. “Thank you.” Anya tried to

smile and managed one without giving away the nervousness she was feeling due to

him. Rihaan said nothing but lead her to his cabin, she followed him quietly while

thanking her stars that no one was around to watch them. It was the lunch break and all

the employees were either in office cafeteria or out to eat.

She didn’t want employees talking about her and Rihaan in an inappropriate manner.

Rihaan pulled her inside the cabin and locked the door behind them, taking her by

surprise. She blinked and looked around the cabin, suddenly finding the interior

interesting than anything else. Her eyes widened when he brought her hand up and

examined her bruised wrist. “Next time he lay a finger on you, I’m going to kill that

bastard,” Rihaan growled. Anya could feel the anger radiating off him and for once,

instead of getting scared, she found it comforting. He cared for her and as much as it

surprised her, it pleased her as well. “It’s alright.” She mumbled, she reached out and

rubbed his arm tenderly to calm his anger, and it worked, surprisingly. She felt his body

stiffen under her touch before he relaxed. “It’s not,” Rihaan protested.

He held her wrist and brought it close to his lips. Anya closed her eyes and a hiss

escaped her lips feeling his lips against her flesh. She’d never experienced such tender
touch before. An electric current ran through her body and she could feel her body

getting heat up due to his close proximity. “Sir,” She whispered. She couldn’t

understand what was happening, but she knew she wanted it. “You are made to cherish,

not to hurt,” Rihaan whispered as he wrapped an around her waist and pulled her

closer. A gasp escaped her, her fuller breasts came crashing against his sculpted chest.

It’s months she’d been so close to a man, and being close to Rihaan does something to

her heart.

He was intimidating with his 6’4” height, his broad shoulders and the sculpted body was

huge compared to her frame, yet she felt safe around him. Anya held onto his arm and

looked into his eyes while hoping he hadn’t heard her racing heartbeats. She was not a

teenager to behave like this around a man, then why was her body reacting this way?

She couldn’t understand. She could see all kind of emotions swirling in his ever so

expressive eyes. She debated, whether to give into her lust or not. She hadn’t really

thought about being in any kind of relationship after Armaan. She doesn't do casual sex

either. And she doesn’t know if she was capable of handling a relationship after what

happened with Armaan. She wasn’t strong enough to handle another heartbreak.

Before Anya could proceed further with her thoughts, her mind went black when his lips

came crashing down at hers. He swallowed her gasp and kissed her deeply, leaving her

with no option but to kiss him back with the same intensity as his.
She wrapped her arms around him and held onto him as her legs wobbled. Her spine

tingled with a sensation she could barely recognize. It wasn’t something she’d ever felt

before. Anya fisted his hair and yanked him closer, unable to bear the distance. She

wanted to feel him against her, skin to skin. Somehow, she controlled her urge to strip

him off his clothes and quench her thirst. He pushed his blazing tongue into her mouth,

making her moan into the kiss. He devoured her mouth. She arched her back against

him as his palm brushed against the side of her breast. Her nipples hardened against her

silk, white blouse and the dampness in her panties worsen, reminding her of the ache

between her legs only he could soothe. Anya was left breathless when he pulled away

from the kiss. “Dinner with me tonight?” Rihaan asked.

He caressed her cheekbone with his thumb. She lifted her eyelashes and looked at him,

unsure if she’d heard him right. Was her boss asking her out? “Are you asking me?”

Anya asked to confirm, feeling even stupid to ask him such question. Rihaan let out a

throaty chuckle, his eyes soften gradually. “It’s just you and me, Anya. Of course, I’m

asking you.” He murmured softly. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her swollen

ones. “I have waited so long, not anymore.” The adrenaline rush was overwhelming.

Anya could feel her closed heart opening up again and every resolution to stay away

from him flew away as she continued to look into his deep as ocean eyes. There was

something in him that told her to trust him. Her lips curved into her a smile as she

nodded her head in a positive response.

She couldn’t trust her voice at the moment. “I’ll pick you by 7.00 in the evening.” His

boyish grin took her breath away. She hadn’t realized till now that how much she loved

seeing him smile. “We are getting late for the meeting,” Anya whispered when she

found him staring at her with hungry eyes. She giggled while he frowned at the

interruption. “Mrs. Brown must be waiting for you in the conference room.” “Don’t

think I’ll let you go so easily,” Rihaan grumbled. “Leave before I lose the last string of

control and end up making love to you on my desk.” Deep red hues spread across her

cheeks at the look of desperation in his eyes. He was restraining himself and she could

see that. Her blush deepened seeing the sexy smirk playing across his face. She pushed

him a little and ran out of the room, trying her hardest to control her rapidly beating

heart. Chapter Four “So you finally got the guts to ask her out?”

His best friend, Aaron asked. Rihaan who was getting ready for the date with Anya,

glared at him. But he even knew his angry glares has no effect over Aaron with whom

he’d grown up. “I was giving her a chance to get over that bastard. When I claim her, I

want her to be just mine. I want all of her, not just her body.” He growled at the end of

his sentence. The reason he’d waited for her was his need to have all of her. He wanted

her to get over her ex completely. Because he didn’t just want to claim her body, but

her soul as well. He wants to own her, and he will. He sees his future with her. She’s

someone he wants to grow old with and start a family. “So she is over her ex?” Aaron’s
voice broke his trance. “Yes,” Rihaan answered, confidently. Anya was an open book to

him, he could read her inside out and he knew she’d got over her ex. “Cool,”

Aaron mumbled. “When I get to meet her?” “Probably soon,” Rihaan replied, he smiled

at the thought of introducing her to his family and friends. He’d never brought a woman

home and introduce her to his friend or family members, but Anya was different. He

wants her to get used to his lifestyle and be comfortable around his people. He’d love to

see her bond with them one day. Rihaan said his goodbyes to Aaron before he left for

home. He’d arranged for a lavish dinner in one of her favorite restaurants. He hoped

she’d enjoy. He was surprised with even himself how he remembers every single thing

about her. The drive to her home was half an hour long, gave him enough time to gain

control over his raging emotions. He didn’t want to goof up and make a fool out of

himself, though it wasn’t the first time he was taking a woman out on a dinner, it was

definitely special. None of the women he’d dated in past held the power to make his

heart beat faster. He’d never been in a relationship, It was just sex.

Nothing more, nothing less. But with Anya, his emotions were involved and he didn’t

trust himself around her for some reasons. He pulled his car outside her house and got

down. He walked over the door and pressed the doorbell. He waited patiently for her to

open the door. Moments later, the door clicked open, revealing the woman he’d lost his

heart to. Dressed in a simple red colored tube dress with her long hair open, she took

his breath away. His gaze moved over her from head to toe, taking in her sight. The
dress highlighted her curves, and his fingers ached to trace every curve she’s got. He

pondered over his decision to dine out.

The sight in front of him was just for him to see, he didn’t want people to look at what’s

his. His hard-on pressed up against his pants made him aware of his painful state. He

shifted in his place, hoping she won’t be able to see the bulge in his pant, her

appearance has caused. “You look beautiful,” Rihaan complimented her and watched in

satisfaction as pink hues touched her rosy cheeks. “Shall we?” He held his hand out of

her, remembering the dinner he’d planned, although every part of him argued. He

wanted to take her inside and strip her out of the dress and fuck her. Raw. Anya placed

her hand in his and passed a heartfelt smile to him. “So, where are we going?” Anya

asked as they moved to the car.

“The Italian restaurant where we dined last month.” He answered, his mind taking him

back to the night a month back.  It was a business meeting with his financial advisor

where she accompanied him. “That’s my favorite.” She beamed. “I know,” Rihaan

showed his pearly whites off. He opened the door for her and closed the door as she

hopped in the passenger seat, mumbling a quick thank. Taking quick steps he walked

over the other side and got in the driver seat. “Sir,” “Call me Rihaan.” He interrupted

her. It was the time she drops the formality between them. Rihaan thought to himself

and looked at her with an encouraging smile. “Rihaan,” Anya whispered, more to

herself, but he loved the way his name rolled off her tongue. He couldn’t wait for the
moment he’d have her screaming his name in ecstasy. Very soon. He told himself.

“Rihaan, last time I checked, you weren’t fan of Italian cuisine much.

What happened now?” She shot a teasing look his way. “You happened.” Rihaan

laughed, remembering the last time they had Italian, he complained about it to her.

Italian wasn’t something he preferred before.  “And I want to try new things, with you.”

His gaze gradually softened as he stole a glance at her. He’s never seen a woman so

perfect before. So real. He was falling for her and he’d no regrets. *** Anya looked

around the fancy restaurant he’d brought her to, for the dinner. It was one of her

favorites in the town, and she was glad he chose this place for their date. She’d no

intentions, but couldn’t stop herself from comparing him to Armaan. Armaan had never

done something for her he didn’t like, but Rihaan put her above himself. He didn’t like

Italian but still, he wanted to try it out for her. It might be a small thing, but it touched

her heart. Over the meal, they had talked about their lives, their likes, and dislikes. She

got to know him better.

Till now she knew him as her employer, but tonight she got to know him as he is. And it

felt surreal. While organizing dates for him in the past, never a thought crossed her

mind that one day she’d be his date. She loved the change, and that was she needed in

the life. She guessed. Anya realized Rihaan was different from the men she comes across

every day. He wasn’t man of many words, but he was a man of his words. He was

demanding but knew when to stop. He respected her wishes and it spoke volumes
about him. And he was sexy. Period. She’d hard time to keep her hands to herself

throughout the dinner. In a white tee shirt with blue denim and a black leather jacket,

he looked delicious. She’d never seen a man who looks so handsome in casuals. She

wondered if he looks better in formals or in casual, or may be both.

“The food was delicious,” She moaned as she relished the last bite of the mushroom

risotto. She looked over and caught him eying her with lust brewing in his eyes. “Keep

moaning and I’ll forget we are in public.” A low growl escaped him. “Rihaan,” She looked

away, flushed. “You look cute when you blush.” He murmured, his voice held a touch of

amusement. “What’s so amusing?” Anya raised an eyebrow at him. “You,” He was quick

to reply. “You are too innocent, for your own good.” She frowned. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No. It’s rare.” His gaze darkened, sending a shiver down her spine. Never she had a

man who looked at her like he was looking at her like she’s the one.

“Don’t ever change yourself for anyone.” Anya felt her lips curving into a smile at his

words. He surely knew his way around the words. She felt she’d melt into a puddle if he

kept looking at her like that. He slides his hand in hers, taking her by surprise. Anya

tightened her hold onto his hand as they stepped out of the restaurant. It was a

peaceful evening in a long time where she enjoyed herself, and surprisingly, she didn’t

want the evening to end. As they reached the parking area, she stopped him. He raised

an eyebrow at her, Anya didn’t say anything instead bridged the gap between their

bodies. “Thank you,” Anya stand on her toes and pressed her lips against his.
She smiled against his lips as he wounded his arms around her waist and captured her

lips in a messy kiss. Her spine tingled feeling his lips against hers. He gripped her hips

and pulled her closer. Her insides churned in anticipation. She could never get tired of

the jittery feel when he’s around. “Let’s go home.” Rihaan breathed against her lips as

he pulled away. Anya nodded her head, not being able to trust her voice. Her stomach

was doing weird flutters due to his close proximity. And she hadn't felt this way in ages.

She felt slightly dizzy with the desires alluring. She herself didn’t realize when they got

into his car and drove away to his home. ***

Rihaan opened the door and entered inside with Anya in his arms in bridal style. She

was amused to see his strength as he carried her with ease. A gasp escaped her as he

threw her on his king sized bed. He didn’t give much time to gain control over her

senses and claimed her mouth in a sensuous kiss. His huge frame hovering over her

feminine one. She buried her hands in his hair and kissed him back. A sigh escaped her.

Things were getting heat up between them and the ache between her legs made its

presence known. His hands moved over her body, his fingers traced every curve of her

then finally reaching her round, perky breasts. His expert hands fondled her breasts. Her

toes curled up as a wave of pleasure rode through her.

She moaned into the kiss. Her kitty aching in need of a release. She wanted to feel him

there. Fill her with his cock and take her to the heights of pleasure. She gasped as he

pulled away and rolled over the bed, his hand rested on her back moved to unzip the
zipper of her dress. “God,” Anya moaned, as she grinds her lower body against his. She

could feel his hardened length poking between her thighs. “This is my favorite dress and

I want it to remain in one piece.” Anya told him after sensing his wild intentions to rip

the dress off her. She rose and sat on the bed beside him. She could feel his eyes on her

as she removed the dress off her body. “I could have gotten you another dress,” Rihaan

grumbled. He grabbed her hand and pulled her beneath. Anya couldn’t help the giggle

that escaped her. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his. “I hope these are not

your favorite?” He asked, his fingers tugging under the waistband of her red lace

panties. “Nope.” Her eyes gleaming with a naughty glint. A gasp escaped her as he

ripped her panties off, his little act aroused her even more.

Anya reached her back and unhooked the bra as he helped her to get out of them. She

watched him with a little nervousness as he moved away. His hooded gaze roams all

over her naked body, taking in everything she offered. Anya felt an urge to crawl and

hide her body from his predatory eyes, but he held her in. He refused to look away and

the look in his eyes was pure pleasure. She couldn’t move, her body was paralyzed and

she wanted to experience how it felt to be loved by him. He was breathing heavily, lust

clouded his vision. She felt something inside her stir. “Perfect.” He mumbled, his eyes

fixed on hers. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He attacked her swan like neck with hot

urgent kisses. She lay there beneath him, naked and willing to submit. His touch burned

her with desires she never felt before. His palm rested flat against her bare belly gave
her chills, it felt surreal to feel such emotions. It was strong and overwhelming. She

didn't know what was happening to her, but she was loving it. “Rihaan,”

A moan escaped her as he pinched her erect her nipples. He played with her pale pink

nipples causing a shudder to ran through her body. She found herself getting wet, her

juices were leaking out and she hoped he’d do something to soothe the ache. Anya held

her breath when she felt his hand moving south. “Fuck,” She heard him curse. A hiss left

her lips the moment his cold fingers touched her labia lips. She moved her hips, to feel

more of him but he stopped her. “Stay still.” Her body frozen at his commanding tone.

He spread her legs and settled himself between her legs. He glanced up at her before his

gaze shifted between her legs. His eyes visibly darkened and a growl of approval

erupted deep from his chest. He reached out and spread her pussy lips, his thumb drew

slow circles around her clit. Anya shuddered and moaned at the sensation.

“You smell heavenly,” Rihaan moaned, nuzzling his face between her legs. She arched

her back in pleasure, the sight of his face buried in her core was so arousing, so

intimate. “God!” A loud gasp escaped her as he flickered his blazing hot tongue through

her wet folds. The heat in the pit of her belly grew. She fisted the sheets in her fists, to

contain the excitement running through her veins. Chapter Five She tasted sweeter than

he thought she’d. Her tangy, sweet juices filled his mouth, left him craving for more. He

licked her lips, drawing circles around her clit. He’d never tasted something so sweet, so

pure before. She was everything he wanted in a woman. He fell a little more than before
for her. She writhed, moaned under his spell. Her response to his touch brought him to

the edge. She was made for him, just him. He thought. “God. Don't stop,” She pressed

his head into her core. Rihaan tightened his hold around her thigh while his other hand

rested flat against her belly, holding her in place. “Rihaan,” Anya moaned as he drove

his tongue deeper into her cunt.

Her moans ignited a fire within he’d never known existed before. His length hardened,

he could feel his throbbing veins ready to burst. “So fucking perfect,” Rihaan mumbled

against her cunt. He focused on her pleasure, taking everything she offered. His cock

leaked some cum in his pants, her intoxicating smell engulfed his senses, blocking every

other thought from his mind. He gave long lick against her clit, making her moan his

name aloud. Rihaan felt her body tense for a brief moment and he knew she was on the

edge. He pressed his thumb against her opening, she was dripping wet, his two fingers

slide inside in a sleek moment. He could feel her walls clenching his fingers in. She was

tight and he couldn't wait to bury his cock in. “Just like that. I’m close,” Anya gasped for

air. Rihaan increased his pace and thrust his finger deep inside her while licking her

clitoris with renewed energy. He never felt so wild before. A few more thrusts and she

came undone, shouting aloud as orgasm rode through her.

He lifted his head and stared at her while she panted for air, her skin flushed from the

orgasm. He loved the sight. “You are overdressed. I feel odd one in here,” Anya voiced

out once she got hold over her uneven breathing. Rihaan smirked seeing the look in the
sultry eyes. She looked so innocent yet so seductive. He pulled his body up and sat

facing her as he got himself out of the tee-shirt. His throbbing cock was pressed up

against the zipper of his jeans, aching for release. And he didn't want anything but be

buried deep inside her. He pulled himself out of his jeans and looked into her darkened

eyes. “You want a taste?” He asked, his large palm cupping his crotch. The edges of his

lips pulled up in a smirk when she nodded her head frantically in response. “Would love

to,” She lifted her gaze and her mesmerizing gaze met his intense ones. He swore under

his breath. He’d never found a woman so beautiful before. Sprawled on his bed, naked,

she looked like an innocent sin.

Anya knelt down on the bed before him. Her eyes never left his as She reached out and

placed her hand on his hardened length and a hiss escaped him. She tugged her fingers

under the elastic band of his brief and pulled them down, revealing his steel length. His

cock twitched in the excitement he’d never known before as she leaned in. Confident in

her move, she placed his luscious lips on the tip of his throbbing rod. “Fuck.” His hands

moved in her silky locks. His balls tingled as she gave a long lick over his shaft. His hold

tightened on her hair, but not painful. He’d no intentions whatsoever to hurt her. She

swirled the tip of her tongue around the head and he felt it was his undoing. He’d to

close to his eyes to restrain himself from coming so soon. “Yeah- just like this, baby.

Take me in.” He glanced down at her. She looked perfect as she took his length in her

mouth. Another wave of pleasure washed over him.

He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of her warm mouth around his cock. Anya bobbed

her head and sucked every patch of him. His cock throbbed in her mouth, ready to

burst. He was on the edge when he grabbed the back of her nape and pulled her up,

she’d a frown on her face. “I want to cum inside you for the first time,” He told her, his

dark tone dripping with lust. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, replacing her

frown with a smile. “Lay down and spread your sexy legs for me.” He noticed the

shudder ran through her at his commanding tone. He got that she liked it and it made

him smile. Rihaan tracked her every move as she did she was told to. His spine tingled as

he stared at his naked beauty, lay on his bed. He smiled. She was the first woman he’d

brought home and it felt so right. She belonged there, with him.

“You have got such a nice, tight cunt.” He mumbled, his gaze shifted between her legs

over her shaven core. Her pink kitty made him ache and beg to fill her with his seeds.

Rihaan stretched his hand and take a condom, Aaron had left behind for him today, out

when a hand stopped him. He raised an eyebrow at her, questioningly. “I want you to

take me bare.” Anya voiced out the desire he’d. He wondered if she could read his mind.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Yes. No barriers between us,” She rubbed his arm, looking

into his eyes, her eyes gradually soften. “Your wish my command, sweetheart.” Rihaan

grinned. He leaned in and kissed her pouty lips as he settled himself between her legs.

The tip of his cock poking against her center.

He felt her shudder underneath him. He held her gaze as he rubbed the head of his cock

through her slit. Anya clutched his shoulders for support. “Rihaan,” She moaned his

name aloud as he pushed himself in, entering her in one sleek moment. He drove

himself in, making her arch her back in pleasure. “You are so tight,” Rihaan grunted, her

tight walls were clenching his throbbing cock in, almost painfully. He pulled himself out

then thrust in, with a force that had her screaming his name. His long, thick shaft

stretched her. “Does it feel good?” He asked, looking down at her. “It does. It feels

incredible.” She moaned. Anya rotated her hips, creating friction between them. He

pinned her down and thrust faster into her fragile body. His head felt heavy with the

animalist lust brewing within him. He felt wild. He was living on his fantasies and he

couldn’t hold himself back. Not that he wanted to. He threw her legs over his shoulders

and buried all his nine inches inside her channel.

He reached between their bodies and touched her wet clitoris with the pad of his

thumb. He started drawing slow circles around him while concentrating on her pleasure

than his own. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, stopping himself from cumming.

“Rihaan, faster.” Her moans aroused him furthermore. He’d never felt so wild before.

The need to own her completely took over and he increased his pace. He drove himself

deeper and harder into her warm body. He took everything she offered and gave her

everything he’d. She owned him. Rihaan nuzzled his face between her bouncy tits. They

held him captivate. He groaned at the softness of her boobs. He fondled them, squeezed
them and toyed with her nipples. “God, you have such a perfect tits.” He growled, biting

onto her pale pink nipple. “Ah- Rihaan,” Anya moaned in utmost pleasure. She threw

her head backward and moved her body in sync with his. She twisted, writhed beneath

him as she begged for a release he’d be glad to give. He slowed his pace and thrust back

into her aggressively.

Her body rocked against his as he felt her orgasm building up. She was close, so was he.

Reaching between their bodies, he started rubbing her clit furiously. He pinched her

sensitive nub as he let his cock go deeper into her. A few more thrusts and she let it go,

crying out her orgasm. He felt her body shiver under his. He held onto her possessively

as he shot his load inside her with a powerful thrust. He filled her in with his creamy

white cum, mixed with her own. “Rihaan,” Anya crooned, nuzzling her face between the

crook his neck. He rested his body against hers as they recovered from the earth

shattering orgasm. He didn’t pull his dick out, he stayed inside her, loving the feel of her

warmth wrapped around him. “It was amazing.” She giggled, pulling her sweaty body

away from his, but he pulled her back, refusing to let go of her just yet.

“We’ll be doing it a lot from now on.” He mumbled huskily, his voice held a promise he’d

fulfill at any cost. He hoisted his head and looked at her, as expected he found her

flushed. A deep throaty chuckle left him. “You shouldn’t laugh at me,” Anya told him

with a pout that had his cock coming back to life inside her. A gasp left her lips, he knew

she felt it too. “Ready for another round?” He asked, but the look in her eyes told him
he didn’t need to. Her eyes darkened, almost night black with lust swirling within. He

loved that look. He pulled his cock out of her channel and thrust back into her warmth.

She cried out as he drove himself deeper into her. Rihaan stole a glance at her before his

mouth descended down to hers, pulling her in a heart searing kiss as he took her to the

heights of ecstasy for the second time in the night.

Chapter Six

The next morning, She entered the office premises with a smile plastered on her face.

She didn’t even remember when was the last time she was so genuinely happy. The

night she spent with Rihaan was the one of the best night for her. It was memorable. No

man had ever done so much for her. He did. This morning, he brought her breakfast in

the bed, then they had a shower together after which he dropped her home to get

ready for the office. “Morning, Aisha.” She smiled at her friend as she walked past her

desk. “Morning, babes.” Aisha got up and followed her to her cabin. “Someone is

glowing.” Anya nibbled her lower lip at her comment. “I’m not.” It was a futile attempt,

she knew. “You are such a bad liar.” Aisha laughed. “But I’m happy for you.

Finally, you found someone.” “How did you know?” Anya asked, unable to contain her

curiosity. She wondered if she was this obvious to give away hints to people around.

“It’s written all over your face. I haven’t seen you this happy in ages.” Aisha replied and

she’d to agree with her. She hadn’t been happy in a while. She didn’t have a reason to
be happy, but she found one. Last night. “But that doesn’t mean I’m with someone.”

Anya mumbled. “Oh shut up, woman.

The hickey on your neck says it all.” Aisha grinned, more of an evil grin. “Freakin’ hell.”

Anya cursed under her breath and her hand went up to her neck. In her excitement to

meet him again, she’d completely forgotten to take care of the marks he’d left on her.

He’d left a few marks on her last night, marking her his and she cherished them, but

they weren’t for others to see. “I’ll be back in a moment,” Anya said to Aisha then

rushed out to the washroom to take care of the matter before anyone else from the

office sees them and cause her embarrassment. She wasn’t ashamed of the marks he’d

left on her body, but she didn’t want her sex life to become a talk of the office. She

wanted her life to remain private for the time being. She stood in front of the mirror in

the ladies washroom and examined her reflection closely.

She could spot a two or three small hickeys on her skin, visible to eyes. She felt her

cheeks heating up as the memories from last night filled her mind. Anya took out her

concealer pen and foundation to get the work done. It took her a few minutes to hide

the marks. She buttoned up her blouse and stole one more glance at her reflection

before she headed out. She ignored the teasing looks Aisha threw her way as she

walked past her desk. Her feet took her to boss’ room, knowing he must have arrived by

now. Her spine tingled and heartbeat rose as she stood outside his cabin. Her insides

churned in anticipation as she knocked on the door twice before she pushed the door
opened and stepped inside. “Good morning,” Her words died down and smile vanished

when she noticed Amanda, a famous model seated across him.

She knew the woman very well, and the very sight of her shoot pangs of jealousy

through her. Amanda was the woman Rihaan had dated in the past and was pretty

serious about her as well if she remembered correctly. There had been many articles in

tabloids about them. Amanda was the sexiest thing on two legs. She was modern, well

mannered and beautiful. Someone who would suit a billionaire like him. But what was

she doing here now? She wondered. “Good morning, sir.” Anya composed herself and

shifted her attention to him who looked visibly uncomfortable. She pushed the nagging

feeling in the back of her head and said. “Sir, you have a meeting with HR head.”

“Cancel that, honey. He’s taking me out.” Amanda interrupted. Anya observed her,

Amanda was dressed in a pretty turquoise dress, ready to step out on a date. The sight

of the supermodel left a bitter taste in her mouth. She’d met her a few times before and

she’d never felt such hatred for someone before today.

Anya looked over at him, with hopeful eyes. She couldn’t understand what was

happening, but she hoped he wouldn’t insult her like this after what they shared last

night. Her mind took her back to the time when she’d arranged dates for him, it didn’t

bother her back then, but it did, now. “Postpone the meeting, Miss. Rao.” He crushed

the little hope she had. Something broke inside her and she knew it was her healing

heart. The ache was worse than what she felt when Armaan dumped her. It was strong
and even more painful. “I’ll do that, sir,” Anya mumbled. She fought an urge to cry out

in agony but didn’t want to give him satisfaction. He’d hurt in a way no one had before.

“Anything else, sir?” She looked straight into his eyes, searching for any kind of emotion

in his eyes, but his ocean blue eyes were blank. A sigh escaped her, she shook her head

in disappointment and strode out of the cabin. As she neared her own cabin, her eyes

filled with unshed tears. He proved her wrong. He was just like any other man in her life

who’d just used her then discarded her. May be she expected too much too soon. She

shouldn’t have given into the carnal desires. She wasn’t a match for him. And how can

she expect a man like him to fall for a plain jane like her? But what about last night? A

small voice in the back of her head spoke, taking her back to the memories of last night.

It was beautiful. He looked so happy to be with her, then what happened this morning?

Was it just sex? Anya felt her heart breaking with every thought of him. “I hate you,

Kapoor.” She cursed under her breath, wiping away the lone tear that escaped her eyes.

She slumped down in the chair and picked up the file off the table. She buried herself in

the work while trying to ignore the ache in her chest.

The day passed by, she hadn’t heard from him nor he returned back to the office. She

wondered if he was still busy with Amanda. Throughout the day she was just thinking

about him and what he must be doing. Her imagination ran wild and the fact that he

was with Amanda didn’t help her either. Chapter Seven He swore under his breath. His

calls were ignored so were his text messages. She’d been ignoring him since yesterday
and he couldn’t even do anything about it. He wanted to explain why he did what he did

yesterday, but he hadn't got an opportunity. A large amount of anger consumed him.

He’d never liked someone ignoring what he’d to say, but he couldn’t even blame her.

He’d messed up big time. His silence yesterday in the cabin had given her enough

reasons to ignore him, then throughout the day one work or other kept him busy,

leaving him no chance to meet her. He cursed Amanda for making a re-entry in his life.

He’d dated her briefly in the past before he’d to dump her. She was falling for him and

he didn’t want that. It was supposed to be a no strings attached arrangement and he

wanted to keep it that way only. He’d to break her heart in the process, but he cared

less. Amanda knew about his conditions when they first got involved. He brushed his

thoughts aside. Amanda wasn’t important, Anya was. He’d to reach her before it gets

too late. Rihaan opened the car door and stepped down. He walked over the main door

and pressed the doorbell. He was impatient.

It was Saturday noon and he was sure she’d be home. After a few torturous moments,

the door was opened. He felt the air changed as his gaze met hers. “What are you doing

here, sir?” Rihaan looked up at her. She didn’t look pleased with his arrival, but he cared

less. Once he’s done with her, she’ll be on her knees, begging him to make love to her. “I

want to talk to you.” He told her. He grabbed her arm in a possessive, firm hold and

pulled her inside while closing the door behind them. Anya was baffled to react. He

safely locked the door and moved to the living area. He’d been to her house before
when he’d come to drop her home. “Rihaan, leave me.” He heard her anger filled voice.

“This isn’t how you behave with a woman.” “You left me with no other option.” Rihaan

sneered. “I have been calling you since last night, but you-” “Why were you calling me?

Got bored of the supermodel already?” She mocked. He felt the level of his anger

increase. She was testing his patience. He could feel his control slipping away and he

didn’t want that.

He wasn’t an ideal person to deal with when he was angry, and he didn’t want to show

his anger to her. She wouldn’t like it. “I’m here to explain about yesterday.” He spoke in

a strained voice. His eyes hardened as he looked at her. She looked hurt and

disappointed, and it pained him. “What about yesterday, sir?” The formality in her voice

irked him. “Or do you want to discuss how amazing your date was with supermodel

Amanda compared to the one with me?” “It wasn’t a date.” Rihaan hissed. He pulled her

to him, her soft breasts came crashing against his, created havocs in his senses. Anya

struggled to get out of his grip, but he held her still. He refused to let her go. He knew

she’d trust issues and he was ready to work on them, with her.

“Don’t lie.” Anya retorted back. “She was dressed up and I saw how you didn’t object

when she canceled the meeting on your behalf and said you are taking her out. What

was I supposed to make out from that? “It was a fundraising event which I attended

with other fifteen individuals of the city,” Rihaan explained her. “And she was your date

for the lunch?” Anya questioned him. Rihaan could see hurt gleaming in her dark orbs.
“I’d to attend the lunch with her. I promised her long back,” He brought his hand and

cupped her cheek in his large palm as he made her looked into his eyes. He hoped she’d

see he was speaking the truth. “If it were in my hand, I’d have canceled the lunch, but it

was important.” Her gaze lingered on his face. He knew she was observing him while

debating with herself if she could trust him. He hated that she’d doubts about him, but

it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t have a good experience with men in her life. But he will

show her she can trust him with her everything. “Amanda has a blabbering mouth, if

she’d got the wind of what’s going on between us, she’d have twisted things her way

and spit it out to the world. That’s why I didn’t react yesterday. And trust me, there is

nothing between her and me. We parted ways months back. She meant nothing to me.”

Rihaan whispered softly. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. He didn’t want

the world to gossip about Anya and her position in his life. She deserved better than

tagged as one of his flings. His world can be tricky and dirty at times and he didn’t want

to pull her along. He’d keep her away from any kind of hurt and pain. “I’m sorry for

assuming worst about you.” Rihaan heard her low mumble.

Looking down into her eyes, he found her in tears. “Sh. No tears.” He hushed her. “But

you deserve punishment for ignoring my calls.” He growled in her ear, his hands

traveled down to grip her ass cheeks. A gasp escaped her lips as he pulled her up, his

nails digging into her ass. He smirked seeing the blush adorning her cheeks. “Where is

your room?” Rihaan asked. His hand slipped inside her tank top, feeling her smooth skin
under his fingertips. She’s the softest skin that always leaves him craving for her. He

moved his hands up and cupped her breasts, he gave a firm squeeze to her right breast.

“Second room on the left,” Anya mumbled, her voice was naturally husky with a hint of

lust. He smiled. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, taking her by surprise.

He started walking toward the room to his left. “You have got a nice ass.” Rihaan

chuckled when he heard her comment. He pushed the door open and stepped inside

the room. He walked over the queen-sized bed and dropped her down, earning a loud

gasp from her. She tilted her head and looked at him through her thick eyelashes. “On

your fours, Anya. I’m gonna spank all the doubts you have about me out.” He growled at

the end of his sentence. The edges of his lips pulled up in a devilish smirk when he

watched as her eyes widen and mouth formed a perfect O shape. Anya shuddered

under his gaze and he felt his heartbeat rising. He’d always loved the way her body

reacts to him. “Anya, now.” She gathered herself up and got on her fours, her ass up in

the air. He placed his one knee on the edge of the bed and moved closer to her. He

tugged his finger under the elastic band of her of PJ bottoms and peeled them off,

followed by her silk white panties. Her lush ass cheeks and pink butthole tempted him

like nothing else. His cock came alive. He could feel his cock throbbing with an untamed

need to be buried deep inside her.

He placed his palm firmly on her ass, giving a hard squeeze. Anya jolted as he smacked

her across the right asscheek. A loud moan escaped her lips. Her cheek bounced and he
could see the faint pink finger marks on her whitish skin. “Tell me, do you believe when I

say I want you in my life?” He asked while rubbing her bottom. Anya moaned when he

slapped her other cheek. “I do,” Anya gasped for air. She pushed her ass into his hand as

he caressed her skin with tenderness. The flushed skin of her bottom had his cock

leaking some cum in his pants. “Next time, I mess up, can I expect you to confront me

instead of running away from me?” Rihaan questioned her. He unbuckled his belt and

pulled down his zipper. It was getting uncomfortable, his cock wanted to be free and

buried deep inside her. He pulled himself out of his slacks and pushed down the boxer

briefs he was wearing. He glanced at his hardened length, he could see the throbbing

veins. His head felt light with all his blood rushing to the south. He palmed his cock while

eyes remained over her pink asshole. “You are the most precious thing in the world to

me.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear. The tip of his hard on brushed poked

against her hole and she shivered. He felt it. “Rihaan,” A moan escaped her. “Turn

around and see what you do to me.” He commanded. An urge to let her know what she

does to her crept up and it was untamable.

He wanted her to know how much effect she had over him. Rihaan flipped her over. Her

eyes visibly darkened as she took him in. “This is what you do to me every time I look at

you.” He mumbled as he gave a few hard strokes to his erected length. She swallowed

hard, eying him with a passion he’d never seen before in a woman’s eyes. The look of

affection in her eyes wasn’t hard to miss amidst the lust. It was strong. He knew she
desired him more than she herself knew. “See, how hard I’m for you.” Rihaan gave a

firm squeeze to his cock, almost painfully to stop himself from coming. It was getting

difficult to control when she was looking at him like that. He glanced down at his

swollen dick, the cum was leaking into his hands and he could “Um- I want you inside

me.” Anya moaned. She crawled up and parted her legs wide for him. “Fuck.” A growl

erupted deep from his chest at the sight of her pink kitty glistening with her juices. The

last amount of control slipped away as she moved her hand and parted her lips, giving

him perfect view of her tight opening. Rihaan settled himself between her legs and took

her hand. “You aren’t allowed to touch yourself,” He whispered, staring down at her.

“Meanie.” She pouted. “I’m gonna show you how mean I can be.” Rihaan murmured. He

adjusted his cock against her opening and pushed himself in. Anya let out a cry as he

filled her completely. “God. You are so tight.” He moved his entire length in and out of

her channel in a slow motion, wanting to devour every inch of her. Her channel flexed

around him and he growled in appreciation. He’d never felt such strongly for anyone

before and it was almost surreal, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Anya moaned in utmost pleasure as he increased his pace and drove himself deeper into

her. She clutched onto his shoulders and moved her body along with his in sync. “You

are so fucking beautiful, Anya.” He growled in her ear. His mouth descended down to

hers and kissed her thoroughly. He rubbed her arms as he moved down, placing soft

kisses on her neck. He felt her pussy pulsed, her walls clenching his cock in, he groaned
at the feel. He moved his hand between their bodies and started rubbing her wet clit.

Her body tensed up beneath his as he thrust deeper into her warmth. “Let it go, baby.

Cum on my cock,” He whispered in her ear. He tightened his hold on her as she came

undone beneath him, crying out as a deep orgasm burned through her. It was his

undoing, he emptied himself in her womb. He felt her arms around him as she clung

onto him for her dear life, making him smile for some reasons. He cuddled her in his

arms and it felt strange yet so right. It was like she belonged there, in his arms. She did.

He’d no intentions of letting her go. Chapter Eight Anya had never been a fan of Monday

mornings, but this morning was different, she could feel it. Waking up in his arms was

the most amazing feeling she’d ever experienced, and she’d give up on anything to

experience that again. Her body molded into his like it was a part of him. It was so

natural. She smiled as she walked into the room with the breakfast tray. “Good

morning, Rihaan.” She found him seated on the bed. Her breath hitched in her throat

when he looked up and his drowsy eyes met her soft ones. He passed a smile her way

which she returned gladly.

“Good morning, love. You look lovely today,” Rihaan complimented her. She could feel

his intense gaze roaming over her body and it gave her chills. “You should wear white

more often, you look like an angel.” Anya could feel her cheeks on fire. Her eyes

dropped in shyness, It has always been like that. He made her behave out of her

character at times like this. “Breakfast,” She mumbled. She placed the tray on the table
next to the table and looked up at him. “Hurry up, mister. We have an early meeting to

attend.” “We can give it a miss if you want,” Rihaan replied, grabbing her hand, he

pulled her on his lap. She looks at him, a smile tugging at her lips as he raised his hand

and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “We have spent the whole weekend in the

bed, aren’t you tired?” She questioned. The thought of their weekend together turned

her on. They had made mad love to each other whole weekend, only stopping to eat or

rest for some time. He showed her a whole different side of him and she loved it. He

was more open to her and let her in. He didn’t hide his desire and want from her and

she felt touched knowing he desired her the same way she did. “I’m never tired when it

comes to you. I can make love to you all day,” Rihaan told her and she didn’t doubt his

words. He’d already done that. “You drive me crazy.” A moan escaped her, feeling his

lips nibble her earlobe in a most sensuous way she was known to. “Oh God.” “Move in

with me.” His words caught her attention, bringing her back to her senses and an

audible gasp escaped her. She opened her eyes and looked at him with wide eyes.

“I want my every morning to start with you.” If she’d any doubts left about him,

vanished the moment she looked into his eyes. His eyes were gleaming with honesty

and yearning. “I’ll take care of you.” He kissed her cheek. “I know.” She mumbled. “I’ll

move in with you.” She wanted it as well. She realized. She wanted her every day to

start and end with him. She wanted him around her, always. An uncontrollable shiver

ran down along the length of her spine when she felt his large palm rested flat against
her belly. Her stomach did strange flutter she was still getting used to. “You know, you

could get pregnant?” He asked. The huskiness in his voice made her heart go frenzy

while the images of her belly round with his child growing inside her filled her mind. “I

know,” She whispered. She felt her heartbeat raised as her gaze met his darkened one.

“I can’t wait to see your belly round with my child,” Rihaan said to her, rubbing her belly

while his eyes never left hers. Anya smiled. She couldn’t wait either. “Don’t you think it’s

happening so soon? Just a few days before, we were just colleagues.” Anya trailed off. “I

have waited so long for you.” He admitted. She looked up in surprise. “and I don’t want

to miss a moment with you from now on.” “I don’t want to either. You make me feel

things I have never experienced before.” She made a confession of her own. She held

his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. “All the good things?” He teased. “All the

good things.” She confirmed as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. *** A few days

later… Anya glanced at her wrist watch umpteenth time. Rihaan was in the middle of the

meeting with his investors and she couldn’t wait for the meeting to end and see him.

She couldn’t understand what was happening to her.

Why was she behaving like a teenager in love? She couldn’t comprehend, nor did she

want to. After moving in his penthouse, the bond has grown stronger. She could feel.

They are closer than before and she couldn’t be happier. It was everything she wanted

since the start. A loving partner who’d reciprocate her feelings in the same way as her.

“Anya,” A familiar voice called out to her, breaking her reverie. She looked up from the
file and a frown appeared on her face, finding her ex-husband at the doorway of her

cabin. “Can we talk?” Her frown deepened. What does he want to talk about? She

wondered. “I’m busy, Armaan,” Anya told him in a bored tone. “Please, Anya.” Armaan

stepped in, much to her displeasure. She rose from her place and turned around, facing

him. She hadn’t heard from him in past few days, not that she wanted to. He kept his

distance from her which she appreciated. She didn’t want anything to do with him.

She’d moved on for her and didn’t want the shadow of her past mooning over her

present. “What do you want to say? Be quick.” She snapped at him. “I broke up with

Alisha.” He broke the news. She looked at Armaan in confusion, having no idea

whatsoever why was he informing her about his break up. “So?” Anya raised an

eyebrow. “It’s your personal life, why are you telling me?” “Because you are part of it,”

Armaan replied. “I was, but not after our divorce.” She narrowed her eyes. She’d a fair

idea where this was leading onto. And she knew what she wanted. “I regret leaving

you.” Armaan stepped forward, making her take a step back on impulse. “Can we get

back together? I promise to never hurt you again.” Anya stifled a laugh. “No.

I’m not a toy for you to play with. You destroyed what we had and now I’ve moved on

for good.” She told him as clearly as she could. Even if she wasn't with Rihaan, she

wouldn’t have taken him back. He wasn’t worth the pain she went through due to him.

The love she had for him faded the moment he left her for the other woman. And he

wasn’t the one for her, she realized it late, but she did. They were never meant to be
together, that’s why even after putting her hundred percent to their marriage, it never

worked. He was never satisfied with her and had to look for comfort in another

woman’s arms. She’d no complaints. Separation from Armaan taught her to live for

herself and she grew as a person, and most important, she found her match in Rihaan.

Rihaan Kapoor, the man who showed her how it felt to be loved by a real man. Being

with him, she realized what was lacking in her life and what she needed. “Armaan, leave

from here. Please.” Anya turned to her ex and told him in a strained voice. She didn’t

want to create a scene at office thus told him nicely, but Armaan didn’t budge from his

place. “I will, but tell me who is he?” Armaan questioned her with such authority that

infuriated her. “I don’t find you important enough to discuss my personal life.” She

scoffed. “Who is he, Anya?” He repeated his question. “It’s me, Mr. Singh.” A voice came

from the door. She looked up to find her man standing there in his glory. The blazer

jacket was missing, his hands shoved in his pockets and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He’d a scowl on his handsome face yet he looked sexy.

She noted. She watched him as he walked in, taking long strides. He came and stand

right next to her, leaving an inch gap between their bodies. Her senses were blocked by

his woodsy smell, she couldn’t bring herself to think about anything else at the moment.

It was him that mattered. She’d her eyes fixed on him, his strong presence didn’t let her

look at anything but him. “Were you saying something to my girlfriend?” His husky voice

brought her back into reality and that’s when she realized Armaan was present there as
well. Anya felt she’d melt into a puddle of lust when he wrapped an arm around her and

pulled her to him. His hold around her was possessively tight and she felt safe. She tore

her gaze away from him and turn to her ex, the shocked look on Armaan’s face was

something she couldn’t help but find funny. She expected it. She was sure he’d expected

her to wait for him all her life. “You and him?” Armaan questioned her to confirm. “Yes,”

Anya passed a small smile to him then tilted her head to look at the man of her life. Her

eyes soften up as she looked at him. “I think she’s made it clear to you she isn’t

interested in you. Now leave before I forget you are still an employee here-” She felt a

wetness between her legs grew seeing Rihaan’s possessiveness. He went and stake his

claim over her. “She’s mine.” His hold around her tightened. She relaxed in his arms,

finding his presence soothing and the heat radiating off him was comforting and at the

same time arousing. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel him, skin to skin, without

any barrier between them. She heard the door closing sound and looked around, only to

realize Armaan had walked out. A wise move on his part.

She believed. Armaan was in no position to fight against Rihaan. “I’m gonna transfer him

to another company.” Anya turned to Rihaan when she heard. She didn’t say anything

to him on the topic. It wasn’t something important. “I missed you.” She stood on her

toes and pressed her lips against his. The distance was too much to bear. She kissed him

with a love she didn’t know was there. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Her

head felt hazy with desires alluring within. She felt wild. Her spine tingled feeling his
hand traveled down to her breasts. He squeezed them in his palms, making her moan

into the kiss. “The door is open,” She mumbled as she pulled away from the kiss. She

shuddered when her gaze met his darkened ones. He stepped away from her, unwilling

though. He walked over and securely bolted the door then came back to her. Her lips

pulled up in a shy smile, she let go of a shaky breath, calming her nerves. He moved

closer and claimed her lips in a wild kiss. He smooched her lips, taking her lower lip

between his then giving the same treatment to the upper one. He clutched her waist as

he pulled her closer, his sculpted body pressed up against her soft one. A gasp escaped

her feeling his hard on poking her belly. Her insides churned in anticipation of what’s to

come. “Get yourself out of this dress before I shed it in pieces.” He told her. She didn’t

miss the urgency in his voice and it aroused her furthermore. His eyes held her in as she

reached and pulled down the zipper of the white formal dress she chose to wear today.

He watched her every move like a hawk as she pulled the dress down and stepped out

of it. His eyes roamed over her body, taking her in.

She was feeling shy, wanted to hide but he held her in. Rihaan undid her bra and her

tits tumbled out. He cupped her tits in his large palms and fondled them. Her nipples

were erect and sensitive, begging to be touched. He brushed the pad of his thumb

against her faded pink nipple. She jumped in her place as a sensation ran through her.

“Oh god!” Anya threw her head back and moaned in utmost pleasure when he leaned in

and took her peak in his warm mouth. He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue,
setting her off. She clutched his shoulders for supports as her legs wobbled. “Rihaan,”

She moaned. “I want you inside me. Now.” She didn’t think she could handle any more

torture. Her pussy was aching with a primal need to be filled with his seeds. Anya moved

her hands between their bodies and started unbuckling his belt, he helped her. He

pulled himself out of his slacks and pushed her on the table. “Someone is impatient.” He

teased as she hurriedly removed the white cotton panties she was wearing. “I’m a very,

very needy person.” She slurred. She parted her legs wide for him. “And I’m here to

fulfill your every need. Always.” Rihaan smiled as he settled himself between her legs.

He spat on his palm and ran it over his hardened length. He stroked himself a few more

times before he positioned himself against her opening. “Fuck.” She heard him grunt as

he pushed himself in. A wave of pleasure shot through her as he filled her completely.

She clenched him in, feeling his cock throbbing inside her. She closed her eyes to relish

the moment. It was so fucking perfect.

“You are squeezing me in,” He growled as he moved his cock out then shoved in,

earning a loud moan from her. “I love that.” Anya rotated her hips, creating a friction

between them as he drove himself deeper into her pussy. She’d burst with the

overwhelming pleasure building up in the pit of her belly. “You are so fucking perfect,

Anya. I can never get enough of you,” He leaned over and held her tight as he pounded

in her warmth. She was writhing beneath him. He nuzzled his face in her breasts. “I’m

gonna burst.” “Oh god,” She gasped, he pinched her labia lips and rubbed her wet
clitoris, setting her off. “Rihaan, I’m gonna cum.” She cried. “Then let it go, baby.”

Rihaan increased his pace and thrust into her soft body. Anya clung onto her as she cried

out her orgasm. Anya panted for air. The orgasm was intense, ripped through her body,

leaving her gasping and craving for more. Rihaan followed her behind and came inside

her, filling her completely. She could feel his sticky cum mixed with hers trailing down

her thighs. She cared less. I “You smell like me.” He nuzzled his face between the crook

of her neck. She could feel the smile in his voice and it made her smile. He was yet to

pull his cock out, but she liked the feel of him filling her. It was incredible. “I like that.” “I

like that, too.” She snuggled in his arms. Epilogue Two years later… “She is so beautiful.”

Rihaan gushed, staring down at his five-month-old daughter in his arms. It was love at

first sight, the moment he laid his eyes down on the little angel Anya gave birth to, he

lost his heart once again. She was a replica of her mother with his baby blue eyes. “She

is my daughter,” A pride filled voice came from behind him. Rihaan looked over his

shoulder at his wife who was wrapped in a satin white sheet. His cock came to life,

knowing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the sheets.

“Angel is daddy’s girl.” He pronounced, to tease his wife but to an extent, it was a truth.

Angel was more close to him, but he was sure she loved her mother no less. He leaned

in and kissed his daughter on the forehead before he made her lay down in the crib then

he turned to his wife. It’d been two months to their wedding and his need for hasn’t

reduced even a bit, if anything, his love and desires for her are increasing with every
passing moment. “Since you father-daughter duo has made a team of your own, I feel

left out,” Anya complained. He let out a chuckle. Reaching over, he grabbed the sheets

and pulled them off her, leaving her naked to his eyes. He got on the bed then on top of

hers. “I have a solution for that,” He cupped her breasts in his palms and fondled them,

making her arch her back and moaned his name aloud from pleasure building up inside

her. Her body has grown extremely sensitive after she gave birth, and she’d grown more

curvaceous, driving him toward the edge of losing his sanity. He leaned down and suck

on her nipple while squeezing the other one. He felt her body shudder under his and it

made his cock twitch in his pants. The way her body reacts to him never fails to amuse

him. She was so responsive to his every touch. “What?” Anya whispered in a hoarse

voice. “Let’s have another baby. A brother for our angel.” He whispered in ear. He felt

her body shudder and it made him tightened his hold around her. “I like the sound of it.”

Anya whispered back. The last string of control snapped and he pinned her down on the

bed, his body hovering over hers.

He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her face up as he claimed her mouth in a

hungry kiss. Anya wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back with a

fierceness he’d never known before. Rihaan broke the kiss and moved down to her

neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. She arched her back and moaned his name. His big

hands cupped her fuller breasts and squeezed them in his palms. Her breasts drive him

crazy, the softness. He felt wild, desires alluring within had him craving her more than
his next breath. He needed her to live. To breathe. “Anya,” A growl erupted from his

chest the moment he felt her tiny hand on his cock. She rubbed him over the clothing

material of his boxer briefs, the only barrier between them he wanted to go away. “You

are killing me.” He grunted. She pulled down the boxer briefs, freeing his throbbing

cock. Taking him in her hands, she stroked him, first slowly then building up a pace. He’d

to close to his eyes, refraining himself from cumming in her hands so soon. “Fuck.”

Rihaan cursed under his breath. Raising his gaze, he looked at his wife who’d no idea

what she was doing to him, may be he did had an idea but chose to ignore. He felt he’d

burst from the pleasure she was providing. He reached for her hand and stopped her,

causing her to frown at him. He shook his head and pinned her head above her head.

“I’m going to cum deep inside your pussy,” He told her. He looked down into her dark

brown eyes. Her eyes were shining with love for him and the seductive smile spread

across her lips told him she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Anya opened her

legs wider as he adjusted his cock against her opening.

He smirked as he rubbed the head of his cock through her slit, making her writhe

beneath him. He teased her for another moment while she groaned in annoyance. She’d

never been the patient one and he was very well aware of it. His smile widen when she

rotated her hips, wanting to feel him as much as she could. “Rihaan, do it now.” Anya

snapped, then moaned aloud as he drove himself into her soft body in a rough stroke.

She arched her back and begged for more. Rihaan stared at his wife who took all of him
greedily. Every moan that escaped her had him throbbing hard inside her. She looked so

fucking perfect, sprawled on their bed in her birth suit. Something about the sight gave

him chills. She was his. His only. “I love you, sweetheart.” He leaned over and pressed

his lips against hers. Her pussy clenched around his shaft at his words. He could feel her

orgasm building up, his own was. His balls tingled and felt heavy. He closed his eyes and

grunted, her walls clenched him in. Her body tensed beneath his for a moment and she

came undone, crying out aloud as her orgasm rode through her. Rihaan flipped her over

and thrust harder and deeper into her. He was close. “Anya,” He held onto her

possessively as he emptied himself, shooting his cum into her womb. “Mm- I love you,

too, Big man.” She opened her eyes and passed a hazy smile. She pulled him down on

the bed next to her and cuddled in his arms. She placed soft feathery kisses on his chest,

causing a sigh to escape him. He loves when she does it every time. He tightened his

hold around her and pulled in his arms, closing his eyes, he once against lost himself to

her.