Mature content*
Vansh Rai Singhania paced into his building after a pretty tiring and long day of handling the many issues and meetings that came with running the business.
The Billionaire appeared exhausted and unruly having half a mind to immerse himself into a stupor for good. Ripping off his blazer, followed by his shirt with two top buttons, he came inside his bedroom. When he turned toward the large featherbed, Vansh felt his eye pulling out in shock, and froze immediately.
There, lying in the middle of it, stark naked was none other than the self-same bitch who'd turned him down the first time also he had invited her to marry him. The girl looked rather amused by his shocked cry but eventually display her sexy smile with a wink.
For the moment, Vansh was unable to contemplate what was going on and rolled his eyes to check out whether he hadn't entered the wrong apartment. Worst. No. This was his bedroom, same wall, same window, same bed.
Looking at him perplexed and the way his eyes swirled in the room, then her after at his eyes, rubbing them, made her lips curl up.
"Riddhima" He murmured coming out of his baffled form, frowning at the dark brown naked woman on his bed.
"Hello, Vansh" Riddhima responded evenly, staring back into his eyes, not bothering to cover her nakedness from the hungry gaze of the Billionaire.
His eyes wandered every inch of her sinful skin, from her face to her round breast, drinking the beauty opposite to him. She was changed, completely become different from earlier but that too in a good way, appearing more beautiful and sexy.
Although, his frown deepened at her mild calm tone and his eyes forced back to her tanned face, glaring at her, striving for the same evenness of the tone she had offered him. "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed"
Raising one eyebrow at him, her mouth twitched like she might be smiling that smile of hers that suggested she thought him ten types of stupid.
"Um. Ab jab tumhe pta hi nhi, accordingly I ought to leave." She mumbled sadly with a cute adorable pout, sitting up and shuffling towards the edge of the bed -making it like she might get up and strolled out of the room.
Vansh groaned in frustration as he realised of giving up the thought of arguing with her, asking her the reason she dumped him up when he proposed to her to marry him before 2years ago. But nothing came out of his mouth as she had clearly anticipated those moves indicating the little one wasn't interested in them. Neither he was now. His Riddhima was the smart one who didn't want the awkward unnecessary argument organised between them. It was the time of reunion, in fact, they needed this.
Riddhima rose to her feet, sighing, rolling her eyes to peer at his moves and grinned as Vansh rounded the bed in long strides, reaching for her hungrily and curling his arms around her waist, lifting her as he stooped to capture her lips for a searing kiss.
Smiling into his mouth, her arms snaked around his neck as she hooked at the elbows so she could pull herself up against his front until she got her legs around him, too. Vansh kissed her hard, clasping her to him with one arm.
His lips twitched against hers as he kissed her hungrily when Riddhima gripped his hips, pulling herself closer to his strong body and pressing insistently against the bulge in his jeans. Discarding his shirt off, she touched his skin on skin and Riddhima noted that he was still damp from the rain, his skin cold to touch but heating rapidly.
Unbidden, her fingers danced over the ripples of muscles on his washboard abdomen and she hated him all the more for being so fit. Pressing hungrily against him, trying to make him believe she was as into it as he wanted her to be, Riddhima rocked her hips, grinding into him and feeling a responding throb from the snake in his jeans. She almost bit him when he let go of her hair, his hands smoothing across her collarbones before sliding under her clothes. She shuddered at the tender touch. She trembled with cold and quivered with the terrible, building heat inside of her as he smoothed his hands across her chest to firmly cup her pert breasts.
Breaking the kiss, unable to stand it, Riddhima nuzzled into his neck, nipping him hard enough to sting and feel a vindictive little thrill when he hissed.
"Careful, doll!!" He murmured, tipping his head back to give her better access when she nipped him again before kissing a hot trail over his neck. "I like to play rough."
Riddhima narrowed her eyes, loathing the delicious scrape of his stubble over her cheeks and her chin as she tormented him. He kneaded her breasts gently, pinching her nipples. She closed her eyes when they tightened to peaks, treacherous little spears of heat coursing through her to build between her legs.
When he put her on the bed, Vansh kissed her once more, trailing his lips down her neck and across her warm body while his hand brushed the tender flesh between her creamy thighs. He breathed in escasity.
God!!
Her body smelled like of the sea, salty and sandy, a proper mixture, nothing like the last time he'd had her, that moment there was fear, fur and snow, all alone, he smelled of her. She moaned under the hot thorough attention of her man, her eyes went close in pleasure and hands wandered through his black hair and over his massive shoulders.
She was breathing hard beneath him by the time Vansh got his pants open and shucked off, stretched on the bed.
"You know what Riddhima, you're a shit" He muttered into her ear, nibbling the lobe and making her crazy. Her ears had always been so sensitive, apparently hot-wired directly to her clit. She loathed that he'd used her first name, personalizing it in a way she'd tried to avoid.
"I missed you" Riddhima answered his accusation when she broke their kiss to nip at his shoulder.
Riddhima cried out under him, moaning softly, as he pinched her nipples sharply enough to sting, her legs curling around him and her hands reaching for him.
Throwing his all clothes on the floor, Vansh worked his way south and Riddhima was delirious with pleasure and selfish enough to willingly spread her legs and let him feast on her.
He leaned into the junction of her thighs, giving her a long, sensual lick that made her moan. He didn't ease her into it, apparently too eager, and his stubble rasped against her thighs as he peeled her open with his fingers and began to feast. The swirl of his tongue over her clit was balanced with deep, lingering licks that penetrated her.
Clutching at the sheets and his hair, Riddhima was desperate for an anchor and he laughed against her skin, offering her his hand and letting her tangle their fingers together, apparently confident in his skill to bring her off with his tongue alone.
He was right to be. Riddhima cried out when, a short time later, her whole body spasmed, the spirals of pleasure, all exploding like fireworks within her and making her ache and throb in the every best way. Billionaire ate her all the way through it, greedily licking up her juices until she fell, limp, to the bed. She was breathing hard and heavy with contentment as he rose to his full height.
A minute later, wrapping her legs around his hips, she claimed his mouth hungrily, titillated at the taste of herself upon his tongue. He fumbled slightly, aligning himself at her entrance and Riddhima spread her legs wider, making room for him, holding her breath as she waited for the plunge.
But, He didn't plunge.
He pulled back from kissing her and Riddhima blinked her eyes open to meet his stare when he lifted off her enough. His dark eyes were wild, glittering with unbridled lust and the strangest gleam of tenderness that she almost told him to get off her.
"Don't make me wait," she commanded huskily, tightening her legs around him, trying to pull him inside of her. He resisted, narrowing his eyes on her.
"You want this?"
She stared at him in disbelief, it was she who came back to him that was too naked, still, he was trying her resistance. Though, she nodded.
"Good." He grunted, thrusting home and making her breath hitch.
Damn!!
She loved that bit. Her favourite part of sex was always the initial penetration when she could feel her muscles stretching, trying to accommodate the intrusion. She loved the rush of heat that always engulfed her. She loved the faint sting. She loved the dull ache that came before her body grew accustomed to the invasion and she clamped down on him tightly, her legs snug around him and her hands reaching for him as she took him deep inside her after a long time.
Vansh groaned, burying his face in her neck, and Riddhima sighed softly, tangling her fingers in his hair once more. She rocked her hips against him when he took too long to move.
He nuzzled her neck affectionately, peppering her flesh with tiny kisses even as he slowly withdrew almost entirely from her before plunging in once more. Riddhima huffed, her body spasming at the heat and the friction. He did it again, slow and controlled as he thrust in and pulled back and thrust in again. She could tell he was trying to cling to his self-control, and she desperately wanted to watch him lose it.
Rocking into each thrust, she clenched around him, making him curse again and again. She could feel the heat building within her and Riddhima narrowed her eyes, wanting to chase the feeling, unhindered. Gripping his shoulders tightly, she rolled the pair of them, surprising him if his grunt was anything to go by. When she was straddling him once more, this time impaled gloriously on every thick inch of him, Riddhima pressed her hands to his chest and lifted. He chuckled, tucking his hands behind his head and flexing into her every time she sunk down on him.
"I should've known you would like to be in control" he murmured, watching her as she rode him.
Riddhima ignored his approving tone, chasing her orgasm, craving it now. She rolled her hips, rocking and bouncing upon him. He groaned again when she sunk down with her back arched, her head tipped back, driving him against the fleshy patch inside her guaranteed to detonate her.
When Vansh traced his fingertips over her stomach and then lower before circling her clit, Riddhima moaned. She screamed when he suddenly pinched her clit, jolting her out of her rhythm and sending her careening into orgasm once more. He bucked under her, never letting up on her clit, and he groaned when he followed her into bliss, filling her up and making her tremble. Riddhima collapsed against his chest, unable to stand the pleasure coursing through her.
"You're squashing me," she complained against his shoulder, though her arms remained around him, rather than trying to push him off her.
"Good," he said. "Means you can't run off."
She laughed breathlessly. "Who told you I'd run?"
Vansh smirked. "Habit. It's your habit sweetheart, you always run. Always" He paused. "Ran from me and left me behind. Ran from my bed before the fight. Ran from my proposal. If there's anything I know about you, Riddhima, it's that if I don't pin you down until you're half dead, you'll run again, like you always do. Now tell me what are you doing here? Come to find if I'd taken another lady or not since you don't want my title?"
"Have you?" she asked.
"God, Riddhima. Do you think if I had, then I had ever fuck you?"
She laughed. "I have no idea"
"I have a bit more honour than that" Vansh scowled at her.
"Mmm," She hummed, though she didn't look wholly convinced.
"I have no one except you. Now say, if I let you up, are you going to run for the door again disappearing into the night? Huh?" He raised his eyebrows, refusing to move off her.
"What if I do?" she asked.
"Do you think I will?" He smirked, narrowing his eyes on her.
"Mai tumhe mar bhi sakti hu" Riddhima reminded him, chuckling.
He smiled. "Both of us know, you won't"
"Sure of that, are you?"
Vansh stared into her face seriously.
"Positive," he answered.
She stared back at him with that defiant look she'd worn and Vansh gazed back stoically, unmoved by her annoyance or her scorn.
"Stubborn, stupid shit," She accused, muttering viciously and looking away.
"Cold-hearted, defiant bitch," He retorted. "Don't forget I'm a lot more stubborn than. Perhaps, I won't let you out of this bed until you agree to be my wife."
"This is called overconfidence. I can run" Riddhima mumbled, arguing with him.
"You won't," He repeated, assured of that fact. "Aisa hota to tum 2sal bad mere pass nhi ati, my dear wife"
"Don't call me that," she said automatically.
"Get used to this name, my love" He breathed, kissing her neck, gently.
"Vansh" She huffed
"Riddhima" he huffed in the same tone, trying to keep his foul temper under control.
"I don't want to be a lady. I don't want to get married. Don't get in family" She complained like she was still a disagreeable, spoiled child.
"Yes, you do," he said knowingly. "You wouldn't have come back here into my bed if you weren't ready for what it'll mean."
"It means nothing," Riddhima told him.
"It'll mean something when I get you pregnant. I'll hold you captive here until I do if you're going to be a shit about it."
"Ohh, you think you could?"
Vansh smirked. "I'm Vansh Rai Sunghania, remember? The seed is strong."
"Jokes apart. If your seeds are that stronger, don't you think I had your blood inside me. Just think it " Riddhima raising her eyebrows at him in sarcastic retort of his tone.
Vansh froze, his arms tightened around her eliciting a painful noise.
"You better hope you fucking didn't" Vansh said, his voice low and angry at the very idea. "If you turned down my proposal and slunk away with my son in your belly, and stayed gone for a fucking two years... it might be me who'll kill you, my lady"
Riddhima rolled her eyes.
"You don't have a kid you're going to surprise me with?" he asked to confirm himself as she looked away.
She shook her head. "I don't"
"Great. Now stop being stubborn and-."
"I'm not marrying you," Riddhima told him frowning. "Family and bonds are just meant to give pain and trauma making us feel like hell. I don't want any."
"That was your past, forget that, they were clever and wicked, but I'm not. Or do you think I'm?"
Tears fell apart from her eyes as she recalled how their relatives used to treat her after the death of her parents. The only and only reason she never wanted family anymore. It's just sucks. Just sucks!!
Vansh wiped her tears away from his thumbs. "It'll be you, me and our little family. No more than that. Still not."
His gentle touch was enough to warm up the hidden emotions of her body.
Her eyes sparkled with tears.
"Promise. We'll have best family."
"We'll have. Forever."
Mouthing, Vansh stretched up to capture her lips in searing kiss.
The End...