22. GOD

VYOM'S RAJPUT POV

As Vikram leads me to his bedroom, I can feel a sense of trepidation building up inside me.

He seems to be too angry, his fist around my wrist seems to getting tighter seconds by seconds.

As soon as we enter the bedroom, Vikram closes the door behind us and turns to face me. His eyes are burning with intensity, and I can feel the air thickening with tension.

"What investment do you want to talk about, Vikram?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

Vikram's smile is slow and predatory. "My investment in you," he says, his voice low and husky.

Before I can react, Vikram's lips are on mine, kissing me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I try to push him away, but he isn't having it. He deepens the kiss, his tongue probing my mouth, his hands holding me captive.

He has became like a dog in heat, he always kisses like a maniac but this is too much, it's like he wants to suffocate me.

I feel like I'm drowning in the sensation, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of Vikram's kiss. I try to struggle, but he's too strong, too powerful. He's not letting me go, and I'm not sure I want him to.

As the kiss continues, I feel my resistance melting away, replaced by a growing sense of desire. Vikram's lips are like a flame, burning away my doubts and fears, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I tried to keep up with his speed but couldn't conpete with him.

Vikram's kiss is like a declaration of war, a statement of intent. He's staking his claim on me, marking me as his own. And I'm sure I'm ready to surrender.

Vikram's lips leave mine, and he gazes at me with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. His voice is low and husky, dripping with emotion.

"Do you know, Vyom Rajput, that I've never experienced violent tendencies, despite being born into a mafia family? I've always been in control, always maintained a level head. But when I saw you smiling at that little shit, Tehran, I felt a rage burning within me. I wanted to burn him to ashes, right there in front of you."

Vikram's eyes seem to bore into my soul, his words sending shivers down my spine.

"You've disrupted my entire world, Vyom. My mind is a clusterfuck of thoughts, all centered around you. I think about you in your skirts, your dresses, your jeans. I think about you in the kitchen, preparing meals for me. I think about you in the bathroom, singing to yourself. And I think about your lips, inside my mouth, tasting me, exploring me."

Vikram takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"You have no idea what I want to do with you, Vyom. No idea what I'm capable of. I've been trying to give you time, space, hoping that you'll offer yourself to me willingly. But I'm not sure how much longer I can wait."

Vikram's eyes seem to burn with desire, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I feel like I'm trapped in his gaze, unable to look away.

"What do you want from me, Vikram?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Vikram's smile is slow, predatory. "I want everything, Vyom. I want your heart, your soul, your body. I want you to surrender to me, completely and utterly. And I'll stop at nothing to make that happen."

I feel my face heat up with embarrassment as I admit, "I did that stunt with Tehran to make you jealous. It was all Vedika's plan." I look down, avoiding Vikram's piercing gaze, as I continue, "You know I got pent up, unable to suppress my urges. I couldn't help but think about you, and how much I wanted to be with you."

I feel a flutter in my chest as Vikram raises an eyebrow, his expression intrigued. "All you had to do was ask me, and I would have given you the best sex of your life," vikram says, stroking my face with his long fingers. my face laced with embarrassment. "The kind that, if you think about it, your hole will start throbbing. The kind that will make you beg for more."

I reach out, my fingers brushing against Vikram's collar, sending shivers down my spine. I look up at him, my eyes locked on his, and ask, "Is it too late now?" My voice is husky, filled with desire, and I can feel the tension between us building.

Vikram's smile is slow, predatory, and I feel my heart skip a beat. "You can never be too late, little prince," he says, his voice low and husky. "But remember, bad boys always get the punishment." I feel a thrill of excitement at his words, and I respond, "I am ready for it, daddy. I want to feel your wrath, to be punished by your hands."

Vikram's fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I feel a rush of desire. "I don't intend to be your daddy. Behind these doors, I'll be your god, your only one whom you want to worship," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "You will be my peasant, my slave, my everything. You will obey my every command, and you will beg for more."

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I respond, "Yes, god." My voice is trembling with desire, and I know that I am ready to surrender to Vikram's every whim. I am ready to be his peasant, his slave, his everything.

Vikram's lips are inches from mine, and I can feel the heat emanating from his body. "Then let us begin, little prince," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "Let us begin our game of pleasure and pain, of dominance and submission. Let us see how far you will go, how much you will endure, for the pleasure of your god.

Fuckk this turns me on so good.

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Sorry this one was short.

~to be continued