Sara's blouse hung in shreds around her shoulders, torn apart with the same force Shubman now radiated. His dark, predatory eyes scanned her trembling figure, drinking in every inch of her with a hunger that made her knees weak.

She instinctively moved to cover herself, her hands went to her chest, but his grip was faster. He grabbed her wrists with bruising strength, pinning them to her sides.
"Don't," he growled, his voice a dangerous mix of anger and need.

Her lips parted to speak, but no words came. Instead, she let out a small, shaky gasp as he leaned in, his lips crashing against hers. The kiss was raw, unrelenting, and punishing, as if he needed to remind her What she had called upon!His teeth grazed her lower lip, pulling it roughly, eliciting a soft whimper from her.

He didn't care for gentleness. His hands were everywhere—on her waist, gripping her curves, sliding down to her stomach!Without breaking the kiss, his other hand slipping between her thighs. She gasped against his mouth, her legs trembling as his fingers pressed against her soft, wet warmth.

"Already soaked for me," he muttered under his breath, a cruel smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

His fingers moved with deliberate slowness at first, teasing her entrance before sliding inside with no warning. Sara's head fell back, a broken cry escaping her lips, her body tensing around the intrusion. He added another finger, pushing deeper, stretching her, his pace relentless as he watched her fall apart beneath his touch.

Her moans were soft, almost helpless, her cries mixed with sharp breaths that made his blood boil. Her hips jerked instinctively against his hand, but he tightened his grip on her waist, holding her firmly in place.
"Stay still," he snapped, his voice sharp and commanding.

Her soft cries filled the room as his fingers worked faster, curling inside her, dragging her closer to the edge. She clenched her fists, her legs shaking as pleasure and pain coiled tightly in her core.

And then he stopped. He withdrew his hand suddenly, leaving her panting and trembling, a small whimper of protest escaping her lips.

"Enough," he growled, his voice thick with need.

Without warning, he grabbed her waist and threw her onto the bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as he climbed over her, his movements rough and unyielding. She stared up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips parted as if to plead, but the words never came.

He tore off his belt and unfastened his pants with a sharp tug, his gaze never leaving hers. His eyes were wild, filled with an intensity that made her shiver.
"Spread your legs," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

When she hesitated, his jaw tightened. He reached down, his hands gripping her thighs and forcing them apart with an almost brutal strength. The soft chime of her anklets echoed in the room!

In one swift, unforgiving motion, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. She screamed, her back arching off the bed as he filled her completely. Her cries were a mix of pain and pleasure, her body struggling to adjust to his relentless pace.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, her anklets chiming in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her soft moans turning into muffled cries !

The phone on the bedside table buzzed loudly, cutting through the symphony of their sounds. He ignored it at first, his focus entirely on the woman beneath him, his movements unrelenting. But when it rang again, his frustration boiled over.

"Madarchod," he snarled, slamming his hand onto the phone to cut the call.

The phone started ringing again, and his fury erupted. He grabbed it, hurling it across the room with a loud crash, his chest heaving with rage.
"This bastard, whoever it is , he will  regret this interruption " he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Sara gasped at his outburst, her tears glistening as she tried to steady her breathing. But he didn't give her a moment. His hands gripped her hips roughly, flipping her over and forcing her onto her stomach.

Her cries grew louder as he thrust into her from behind, his hands bruising her waist as he pulled her back against him. She muffled her moans into the pillow, her body trembling under the force of his movements. His lips found her back, his teeth sinking into her flesh, leaving deep imprints as he groaned and growled against her skin.

Her anklets chimed with every movement, the haunting sound mingling with her broken cries and his guttural growls. Her body arched beneath him, her soft moans turning into sobs of pleasure and pain as he pushed her closer to the edge.

Sara buried her face deeper into the pillow, her muffled cries breaking the silence as her body trembled beneath him. He didn't stop,

It wasn't love—at least, that's what Shubman told himself as he loomed over her trembling figure. Sara lay beneath him, It infuriated him, that unshakable innocence she carried, as if she didn't realize the monster that held her now.

Her soft, delicate form beneath his brutal strength was like fire to gasoline. She ignited something uncontrollable in him, and for that, she had to pay. He didn't want this—not her, not the way she made him feel weak, addicted. Yet here she was, and he couldn't stop.

His thrusts were merciless, punishing, his hands gripping her hips tightly, bruising her skin. Sara muffled her cries into the pillow, her body arching as he drove into her over and over, chasing his release as if it were the only thing that could calm the storm inside him. Her anklets chimed with every movement, the delicate sound mocking his darkness.

"This," he growled, his voice low and harsh as he leaned down to bite her shoulder, "is what you wanted, isn't it?"

She didn't answer. She couldn't. Her breath came in soft, broken sobs as she clutched the sheets beneath her, her body trembling under his relentless pace. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't push him away. She never did. It was as if she had accepted that he was both her tormentor and protector.

Shubman's jaw clenched as he felt her tighten around him, her soft cries becoming sharper, more desperate. He should have stopped—should have pulled away, should have walked out of this room and left her alone for good. But her body, her quiet submission, her maddening innocence—it was all too much.

"You make me like this," he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her waist so tightly his fingerprints would remain. "You—" His voice cracked, cutting off as his movements became rougher, faster, more frantic.

Sara whimpered, turning her head slightly to look back at him. Her lips quivered as if she wanted to say something, but her voice failed her.

And then he found his release, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her, the uncountable time that night. His breathing was harsh, uneven, his chest heaving as he collapsed onto her for a moment, his weight pinning her down.

But the moment passed. Shubman pushed himself up, his face a mask of cold indifference, as though what had just happened was meaningless. He grabbed the towel from the edge of the bed, wrapping it around his lower abdomen!

Sara turned onto her side, curling into herself, her face hidden against the pillow. She didn't cry—not loudly. Just soft, hiccupped breaths that cut through the silence of the room like knives.

Shubman didn't look back at her as he strode to the door. He grabbed his lighter and a cigarette from the table, lighting it with a sharp flick. The first drag hit his lungs hard, grounding him in a way nothing else could.

What had he just done? Again.

He went to a dark room ,leaned against the chair!his head tipping back as he exhaled a long stream of smoke. He wanted to stay away from her. He had to. His world wasn't made for someone like Sara—so pure, so fragile. If she stayed with him, she'd only get hurt.

And yet...

Every time he tried to pull away, she pulled him back. Not with words, not even with actions, but with the way she looked at him—as if he was still human. As if there was still something good in him worth saving.

Shubman let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "Stupid girl," he muttered to himself, taking another drag from his cigarette.

But no matter how much he cursed her innocence, no matter how much he hated himself for giving in, he couldn't deny the truth. She wanted him. All of him. The devil he was, the monster he'd become. And God help him, he wanted her just as much.

Even if it destroyed them both.

To be continued—-

This chapter is all about smut, but the next ones will be full of drama, hehe!

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