The Devil’s Desire: A Passionate Romance

by M. V. Kasi

  She held his shoulders, and her chest rose and fell faster when he pushed her legs apart using his thigh. Soon, she felt his hot arousal brushing against her core.

  His hand gripped the back of her head and watched her as he began to slide in.

  She gasped at the searing pain along with the feeling of stretching and fullness. She dug her nails into his shoulders to stop the pain. But it didn’t stop. It continued until he pushed through and was completely seated inside her, joining their bodies together.

  His entire body trembled on top of hers while he made an effort to remain still.

  It still hurt, but her body craved his possession. She wanted him to remove the pain and fill her with need and desire.

  Slowly, she moved her hips, conveying to him what she wanted. She even ran her hands over his broad back and clutched his rear trying to get him to move.

  His eyes fell shut, and he let out a deep groan. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with dark desire. Holding her hips and keeping his eyes locked on hers, he began to claim her.

  It was like being caught in a storm.

  She couldn’t help but be blown away in it. She gasped as he thrust into her as though he was determined to fuse their bodies together. With powerful strokes, he joined them together.

  She tried hard to keep her eyes open to watch him while he took possession of her, but her eyes closed at the sheer overwhelming sensations.

  Even while his body possessed hers, she felt his lips on her as he kissed her throat, her jaw and her ear. His teeth caught her hardened nipples, making her gasp and cry out. Her body grew tight despite the throbbing pain along with pleasure.

  Harsh grunts and sounds of desire filled the air, and the familiar pressure built inside her.

  Soon, it became too much, and she burst apart. She screamed his name as her body shook and clenched violently. And even as her body climaxed, she felt him driving deep into her once more before letting out a harsh roar and bursting deep inside her and filling her.

  She clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as her body continued to tremble along with his. He was the only solid thing she could hold on to while the feeling of losing control continued.

  Slowly, she came back to the earth but was still unable to draw in breaths. She felt him groan against the crook of her neck before he pulled out and rolled off her.

  She was able to finally draw in proper breaths, but she immediately missed having his warm, heavy weight pressing into her.

  Her damp, sweaty body began to cool rapidly in the cold air conditioning. And slowly, she began to regain her senses and think again. Soon, her mind was filled with thoughts.

  Now that she had slept with the devil and showed every bit of her inexperience, she knew he must be disappointed with her. Their coming together was beyond what she could ever imagine in her wildest dreams. But for someone who was used to a more experienced partner, she probably bored him.

  Biting her lip with embarrassment and a strange heaviness in her heart, she slowly rolled to her side, intending to get off the bed.

  But her arm was caught, and she was rolled back. “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “I-I’m going for a shower.”

  He frowned for a moment, and then slowly, his frown turned into a wicked smile that fluttered her stomach. “Sweetheart, but I’m not done with you. Not even close. No point in cleaning up so soon when I’m going to dirty you again.”

  She gasped when he rolled on top of her again, and soon she moaned when his hot tongue fell on her throat. “I’m just getting started with you,” he said.

  Whether his words were a promise or a threat, she wasn’t sure.

  CHAPTER 4 0

  Bright sunlight streamed into the room.

  Naina tried to turn her head but moaned when the slightest of movements made her body ache all over.

  She frowned momentarily, and then her eyes popped open.

  Oh God! I slept with the devil last night!

  With burning cheeks, she realized that the night had extended until the early hours of dawn. Like a torrid movie reel, the events of the previous night ran inside her head—she trying to seduce him in a towel, then trying to make him jealous by dancing with another man, and then finally him unleashing his desire and claiming her in every sense.

  Her entire body burned in embarrassment, recalling the things he had done to her. Not only had she let him do those things to her, but she had also reveled in his possession by screaming his name until her throat was hoarse.

  She groaned, pulling the blanket over her face in deep embarrassment.

  Oh God! I can never show the devil my face again!

  Just when she began thinking of ways to escape without having ever to face him again, she heard his voice.

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” he drawled.

  She slowly lowered her blanket under her eyes only to gasp out aloud. He was stark naked and was walking towards her.

  Despite the night they spent, she hadn’t seen him completely naked. He had seen her, touched her and even tasted every inch of her, but he didn’t give her the chance to do the same. And now that she saw him completely naked, she understood why it had hurt like hell the first time.

  The next few times were only slightly better, but he had prepared her enough and built the need inside her so much that she ignored the sting and begged him to take her.

  Her face burned again as she recalled her desperate begging.

  “I didn’t think you were the kind to feel shy.” He sounded amused.

  Her eyes flew to his. “Of course, I’m not shy!” she said immediately.

  He grinned, flashing his dimples. She was embarrassed by his teasing. She was about to snap at him but broke off in a gasp. He held the blanket she was clutching against her neck and tugged on it until it fell to her waist.

  His amusement disappeared in a flash. A raw, hungry yet strangely tender look came over his face. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his eyes sweeping over her nakedness.

  Faint bruises were visible on her body. Her cheeks burned harder recalling how she got them. She was sore from head to toe, especially deep within.

  “I’m fine,” she murmured even as she winced.

  She gasped when he suddenly bent and scooped her into his arms. “Shiv! What are you doing?”

  “Taking you into the bathroom where I’ve already filled the tub with warm water for both of us.”

  Her cheeks burned. “A regular shower is fine… and… and I want to shower alone.”

  He smiled wickedly. “What’s the fun in that? I’ll show you how tubs are meant to be enjoyed. We can get to the shower cubicle some other time. You are too sore for that right now.”

  Oh God.

  Yet again, she wondered what she had unleashed by giving in to the devil’s desire.

  CHAPTER 4 1

  “Oh my God!”

  At Pooja’s shocked gasp, Naina looked around wondering what had happened. “What is it?”

  Pooja pointed to her neck. “That’s a hickey!” she accused.

  Naina tried not to blush, but she failed. “Must be another insect bite.” She tried to adjust the light scarf she wore around her neck.

  “That’s not an insect bite! It clearly looks like a love bite!”

  “No. You must be—”

  Pooja held Naina’s hand and dragged it closer. “Your wrists are bruised too!” Before Naina could stop her, Pooja pulled away the thin scarf around Naina’s neck where she knew there were at least half a dozen bruises. “Oh my God. What the hell is happening!”

  Naina’s face burned. She had spent the entire weekend with the devil in the penthouse where he did unspeakable things to her. However, she not only enjoyed those shockingly depraved things, but she also reveled in them.

  “Tell me what’s happening!” Pooja demanded. There was an underlying concern behind Pooja’s demand.

  Naina hesitated. Pooja was not only her close friend, but she
was also someone who genuinely cared for her. And right then, she knew it would be hard to find an excuse to explain the bruises to her concerned friend.

  “I’m married.”

  There was a stunned look on Pooja’s face. “What do you mean married? To whom!”

  Naina bit her lip. “Shiv Jaipal.”

  There was a loud shriek. “Oh my God!”

  Naina dragged her friend away to where there weren’t any onlookers. “You can’t reveal this to anyone.”

  “What! Why? You married the guy you had a crush on, and he’s your father’s acquaintance.”

  Naina fell silent. She didn’t know how safe it was to reveal the rest of the truth to her friend.

  But Pooja sensed something was wrong. “What is it? I thought you would be happy.” There was a worried look on her face. “Oh my God! Are these marks—”

  Naina shook her head. “No. No. He didn’t abuse me. What we did was entirely consensual.” She blushed, recalling her hoarse screams of pleasure.

  Pooja laughed. “Oh my God. You are blushing! He really must be good, and seeing those marks, it must have been quite a wild night.”

  More like a wild weekend. The devil had barely spared her a moment except to eat and sleep for a few hours. At times, even those activities turned into something erotic and shocking.

  She shook her head, pushing those thoughts away.

  Pooja frowned. “Then what’s wrong? And why do you want to keep your marriage a secret?”

  Naina sucked in a breath as she decided to tell Pooja the harsh truth. “Because… I know the marriage won’t last. He married me because he wanted my father’s political power. Now that he has it… and I gave in to him, he will not be interested in me anymore. He… he… will cheat.” Even though it was perfectly justified and made sense, it still felt hard for her to let out her insecurities.

  There was a look of sympathy on Pooja’s face. “Oh, Naina. Maybe that’s not true. There were genuine sparks between you both when I saw Shiv the last time.”

  Yes, there have always been sparks. But those sparks blazed to fire and inferno when they finally came together. She knew they wouldn’t last long now that the chase was gone. In his eyes, she was no longer the prey he wanted to badly claim.

  That thought produced an ache inside her chest which she quickly pushed away.

  She shook her head. “I’m still going ahead with my plan, Pooja. As soon as we graduate, I’m joining your brother’s company. I’m leaving this place with my mother.”

  She had to stay on the course of her future plan, no matter what.

  CHAPTER 4 2

  Naina stepped out of the car in the underground penthouse parking. “Thanks, Vasu. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

  The head of security nodded. “Good night, Naina. I might not see you tomorrow.”

  Naina frowned. “Why not? Are you all right?” The only times Vasu missed the kickboxing training was when he sometimes accompanied Shiv. And during those times, he had another guard help train her.

  “Shiv said he’s home all week, and he’ll train you.”

  Naina fought a blush yet again imagining how the training would go. “I see. All right. Thanks and good night once again.”

  Waving and greeting the rest of the guards, she got into the private elevator.

  Ugh. What are you doing?

  Sleeping with the devil was supposed to be a one-time thing where she was supposed to goad the devil into taking her and then him quickly losing interest.

  But the man was nowhere close to losing interest or being disappointed by her inexperience. In fact, he seemed to also get off on the fact that he was the one to show her all the depraved yet addicting things that can happen during lovemaking.

  She felt like a helpless moth drawn to him despite knowing she might get burned.

  Maybe if I stop responding to him so enthusiastically, he’d lose interest.

  With that new idea forming inside her head, she felt slightly better. She stepped out of the elevator and entered her fingerprints and code on the keypad before pushing the door open.

  She had barely taken a step inside when she was attacked. She was lifted off her legs and pressed against the wall next to the door.

  “You are late!” he growled into her face.

  “Hardly late. I was—” She broke off in a moan when his big palm kneaded her breast while grinding against her.

  “Twenty minutes late. I was waiting.”

  If she weren’t so aroused and needy, she would have argued with him.

  Her eyes widened when he held the back of her thighs and pushed her up against the wall.

  “Shiv! Sitaram or Geetabhai—”

  “Gone. I instructed the staff to leave at five every day before you come home.”

  Her cheeks burned. Most of the staff probably knew why the new rule was introduced recently.

  All thoughts vanished when his mouth captured hers in a kiss. She felt his hand between their bodies as he adjusted his shorts before pushing aside her panties. She now knew why he had asked her specifically to wear a skirt.

  She gasped and clung to him when he entered her in one hard thrust. He let out a long groan of satisfaction. Her body was aroused and wet, but he was big. She arched her back, feeling both pain and pleasure that pushed her to the edge. She had thought of him all day during classes, craved his kisses and touch, and blushed at the sting of pain between her legs when she walked around the campus.

  “Did you miss me?” he asked, pulling out and slamming into her once again.

  “No!” she gasped. “I was busy with classes.” She was hardly going to admit to the devil that he was taking over her body and mind.

  “I missed you,” he growled. “Couldn’t do a damn thing all day. I had a shit-ton of things to do, but all I wanted was to be inside you.”

  His words scared her because they were the opposite of what she wanted and planned. She opened her mouth to deny his words, but couldn’t talk.

  He began pounding into her, taking away her ability to talk or think. All that came out of her throat were noises of passion as she gave in to his desire.

  ***

  The passion didn’t seem to wane during the following days. Naina wanted the devil as greedily as he wanted her.

  But each evening, he deliberately left her alone for three hours, so she could finish any pending assignments and study for her upcoming exams. In the meantime, he locked himself in the penthouse office room.

  The moment those three hours were up, her heart beat in anticipation because the door to the bedroom would burst open and she was swept into his arms again.

  They always had breakfast and dinner together. She became more at ease during those times because she enjoyed discussing various subjects from world history to economics and even science with him. Even though they had varying perspectives and she argued heatedly about many topics, she enjoyed those discussions.

  Life with the devil was exciting and thrilling with a constant high.

  “Get ready.”

  Naina was lying on the lounge outside on the balcony, still trying to catch her breath from their latest encounter involving the swimming pool.

  “What?” She opened her eyes and saw him above her.

  “Well, sweetheart, I want to be more than just a sex toy to you. I need an outing.”

  Her cheeks heated and she was about to snap at him, but she saw his dimples flash along with his grin, and stopped. She wasn’t going to let him deliberately bait her. The man loved it whenever she got angry, claiming it made their lovemaking hotter.

  “Let’s go to the club. You had fun the last time with your friends. Invite them again if you want.”

  She frowned. “But they don’t know about us… our marriage.”

  “It’s okay. I’m not going to do anything crazy in public.” His grin turned wicked. “If I want you, I’ll drag you into my private room. There are many inside the club.”

  Despite trying t
o control herself, she blushed again.

  His voice was husky. “You are so hot when you blush. Everything turns a warm red. Your neck, your beautiful breasts and even your beautiful puss—”

  “Shiv!” she slapped her hand on his mouth and knocked him hard on his bicep. He just laughed behind her palm, tickling it.

  The man was outrageous with his dirty talk.

  Kissing her palm, he got up. Then holding her arm, he pulled her upright before swatting her butt. “All right. Get ready before I change my mind,” he ordered. And then his voice dropped an octave. “There’s another fantasy of mine involving you bent over the balcony railing.”

  Even as she hurried back into the house, she wondered if she should believe him whenever he spoke of his year-and-a-half long fantasies of her. The man had many. She knew there was a good possibility of him making those up to make her pliable. But somewhere deep inside, she wanted to believe him.

  She had fantasies about him too over the last one and half years. She did fantasize about passionate kisses, romantic dinners, long talks and sweet lovemaking.

  Lines were beginning to blur. It was becoming harder and harder to remember that one and half years ago, she had fallen for a man who didn’t exist and was only an elaborate pretence. But her mind and heart were blending the memories and making the devil’s betrayal disappear.

  She knew she had to protect her heart. Or sooner or later, she would end up falling in love with the devil.

  CHAPTER 4 3

  “You should marry him, Naina. Then we’ll get to come here every month!”

  Naina was at The Dungeon with her friends. She had come with Shiv in the same car, but she went to the area where her friends were waiting for her at the table.

  “If only she knew,” Pooja whispered from next to her with a giggle.

  Naina kicked Pooja’s leg under the table to stop her from saying things that the rest of her friends might hear and demand an explanation. But Pooja didn’t stop. She continued to whisper excitedly.