23. smut

18+ content ahead, only read if you are comfortable with it.

VYOM RAJPUT'S POV

His touch felt like fire to my body, his words were more than enough to get me on my knees and suck the soul out of him.

I am very used to Vikram's loving gaze towards me, like he wants to cherish me, love me, make me his.

But the one standing in the front of me is somebody else, a side of him that I never saw.

The look in his eyes is surrounded by lust, dominance and a shed of love.

At this moment I feel he surely doesn't want to cherish me but ruin me, so that I can never become what I was before.

His movements are harsh, his words are stingy but who said I didn't like it, rough.

His eyes assaulting my petite figure is such a turn on.

I could feel the precum on my dick.

I could feel my ass hole throbbing, wanting something to replace the emptiness.

He is sitting on the bed like a king, like a god he wants me to say.

Do i object? No.

I am surely in whatever this roleplay shit it is.

I am on my knees, waiting for his order.

Head down as I can't make the eye contact with the god itself.

"Head up."

He demands. I do as he asks.

My eyes filled with nothing but lust and excitement.

He hasn't even touched me yet, and I know this is going to be the best night of my life.

"Remove your clothes."

I gulp as hear his command, I can sense where it is going.

Fuckkk this is too hot to handle.

He is still sitting on the bed with crossed legs and a raised eyebrows, watching my every moment.

I slide my finger across my collar bone, to remove the strap of the brown backless dress I am wearing.

As each piece of my cloth meet the ground, i never left the eye contact with him, even for a second.

I look down to find myself left in the sexy red lace underwear, as I intend to remove it.

"Come here."

I take a step towards him.

"Closer."

It's quite embarrassing, no one has ever commanded me like this, and I have never followed their command like a fucking dog.

I am standing in front of him in quite of exposed feeling, not like he hasn't seen me in compromising situations before but this time it's somewhat different, I don't know how, why but it is, what it is.

He grabs me by my waist and pull me down, crashing on his bed on my back and hovers over me. I could feel the intensity of his eyes that are lusting over me, ready to crash me with his unpure thoughts.

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as Vikram's lips crashed against mine, his kiss devouring me whole. It was as if he was kissing the soul out of me, leaving me breathless and helpless. I tried to pull away, to catch my breath, but Vikram wouldn't let me escape. He held me captive, his lips never leaving mine as we tumbled onto the bed.

I felt a rush of excitement as Vikram's hands stroked my neck, his touch harsh and unyielding. I was trapped beneath him, my underwear the only barrier between us. Vikram's fingers dug into my skin, almost making me lightheaded as he deepened the kiss.

I felt like I was drowning in the sensation, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of Vikram's passion. His lips were like a flame, burning away all my doubts and fears, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

As we kissed, I felt Vikram's hands roam over my body, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I was at his mercy, completely under his control. And yet, I felt a sense of freedom, of release, as if I was finally surrendering to my desires.

Vikram's kiss was like a possession, a claim of ownership. And I was happy to be his, to be possessed by him, body and soul.

I couldn't help but gasp as Vikram removed his shirt, exposing his tanned, well-built figure. My eyes were drawn to the scar on his chest, a jagged line that seemed to mar the perfection of his skin. I knew that Vikram hated that scar, that he saw it as a flaw, a reminder of his past. But to me, it was beautiful. It was a testament to Vikram's strength, to his ability to overcome adversity. And I wanted to worship it, to show Vikram that I saw him as perfect, scar and all.

I leaned down, my tongue tracing the line of the scar, my lips kissing it softly. Vikram's moan was like music to my ears, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. He grabbed my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he held me in place, letting me continue my worship. As I licked and kissed the scar, Vikram's body seemed to relax, his tension melting away under my touch. And when I finally looked up, our eyes met, and we kissed again, passionately, desperately.

Vikram's hands closed around my throat, his fingers choking me lightly as we kissed. I felt a rush

of excitement, a thrill of fear, as I realized that Vikram was losing control. He was letting go of his inhibitions, of his need for dominance, and just letting himself feel.

And I was happy to be the one he was feeling with. I was happy to be the one he was losing control with. Because as we kissed, as his hands choked me, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was with Vikram, and he was with me, and nothing else mattered.

I felt Vikram's warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He whispered, "I love you, little prince," his voice low and husky. I didn't respond, unsure of how to react. Vikram's lips brushed against my ear, his voice taking on a teasing tone. "Aren't you going to say it back?"

I felt a surge of excitement as Vikram's mouth closed around my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. I gasped, my body arching into his touch. "Umm.... Do I love you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Vikram's smirk was evident in his voice. "well, You can love whoever you want, but until then, I'll make you so used to my touch that your desire will overcome your love. You'll crawl back to me, begging to be fucked like the little slut you are."

I couldn't help but laugh at Vikram's arrogance. "I don't think you need to think so much about it," I said, my voice teasing. "Because you already have my body, and my..."

Vikram's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "My...?" he prompted, his voice low and husky.

I smiled, enjoying the game. "My companionship," I said, my voice dripping with innocence. Vikram's response was immediate. He bit down on my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "What a tease," he growled, his voice vibrating with desire.

I gasped, my body arching into his touch. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to Vikram's passion, his intensity. And I knew that I was already his, body and soul.

Vikram's fingers slid beneath the waistband of my underwear, his touch sending shivers down my spine. He gently pulled the fabric aside, his eyes locked onto mine as he whispered, "Relax, little prince. Let me prepare you."

I felt a surge of excitement as Vikram's finger brushed against my entrance, his touch teasing and gentle. He slowly began to circle my rim, his finger dipping inside me, making me gasp. "My lord," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire.

Vikram's eyes gleamed with intensity as he continued to stretch me, his fingers working their magic. I felt my body begin to relax, my muscles loosening as Vikram's touch ignited a fire within me.

"You're so tight, little prince," Vikram whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "But I'll make you ready for me. I'll make you mine."

Vikram's fingers continued to stretch me, but his touch became harsher, more demanding. "You're going to take all of me, little prince," he growled, his eyes gleaming with intensity. I felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of frustration. "Why are you calling me little prince?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. "You said I'm your peasant."

Vikram's laughter was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. "You're too adorable to be called a peasant," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But if you want, I can surely call you that. Would you like that, peasant?"

"Maybe we can try something new." I said trying to be nonchalant.

Vikram's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "You want to try something new, huh!" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

I felt a surge of fear mixed with excitement as Vikram's expression turned dark. He thrust into me, his movements rough and unyielding. I screamed in pain, my body struggling to accommodate him.

"What was that for?" I gasped, my voice trembling. Vikram's eyes gleamed with intensity. "For being a bitch to your god," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "I'm being nice to you, making you an exception to others. You should show more respect."

"Yes, my lord.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as Vikram's words washed over me. I knew I had pushed him too far, and now I was paying the price.

All night long if I could remember something was surely my cries of pleas and my moan of pleasure. and some deadly rounds of lust and love.

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~to be continued