Book -I
Of " The Same Stranger" Trilogy
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Strictly ??
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Love - Four letters
But an entire book could fall short to contain it and one's lifespan would fade away getting it right...
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The fear, the lust, the aching desire he stirs in me-each one terrifies me, each one makes me loathe myself a little more.
" Hurry up Dhruvi ....the clocks ticking and you need the money too...right " he grits out, his voice edged with raw frustration.
His eyes are dark, his hair a wild mess as he strips bare. My gaze falls to his cock, thick and rigid, pressing against his stomach.
I gulp, my throat dry, before sinking onto my hands and knees. "Crawl," he rasps, his hoarse command slicing through the silence. "Now."
Step by step I crawl closer, his eyes tracking me with a hunger that makes my skin prickle. His lips part, breaths heavy, his arousal hardening further, thick and veined. His fingers knot in my hair, forcing my head back as his voice rumbles low- "Open your mouth, Dhruvi."
I part my lips, gazing up into his lust-darkened eyes. "Wider," he hisses, low and dangerous.
I stretch my mouth open until my jaw aches. He bends down suddenly, thrusting his tongue deep into me, sucking and biting at mine.
His tongue drags against my cheeks, scraping along my teeth, claiming every part of me.
He pulls back, his lips slick with our mingled saliva.
"Put your tongue out," he growls, one hand twisted in my hair, the other gripping my throat like a collar.
I obey, tongue trembling in the open air. A hot stream of spit lands on it, sliding into my mouth. His storm-dark gaze locks on me, unrelenting.
"Swallow it. Now," he orders, his voice rough and absolute.
He yanks me up by the hair, dragging me across his lap, and crushes his mouth against mine.
The kiss is brutal, a claim more than a touch-violent, possessive, as if he's burning his mark into me. His teeth clamp down on my lower lip, and I hiss, copper flooding my tongue.
He tears his mouth from mine, his chest heaving, and when his eyes meet mine there's pain carved deep into them.
" Face down. Ass up in the air . Now " His commanding voice scorches the air, leaving no space for disobedience
Obedient, I take the position, pulse racing, a dark thrum of need tightening every nerve. I'm wet, aching-and then I hear it.
A rustle.
I glance back. He holds a scarf. My red scarf. The one that was mine.
He binds my wrists overhead, the fabric tight. For a moment I think he's done, but then he turns to his bag.
Rope. Belt. A black cover. My breath catches as he approaches, deliberate, dangerous.
He spreads my legs and binds them to the bedframe, the restraint pulling me open, exposed.
His breath brushes my ear, hot, husky, dripping with promise. "Do you remember, Dhruvi... what I swore to you that night... at the orgy?" My head jerks in a frantic nod. Of course I remember.
How could I forget?
Those words have haunted me since that cursed night.
