Smoke

Part 2

A couple of days passed by like wind and throughout the days and dark nights, those images had been flashing across her eyes like broken record. The look on his face, the flexing planes of his back, the colour of the smooth skin and sound of their moans.

They were carved into his mind.

She didn't know why she was thinking about it so much. Granted, she wasn't sexually active herself, but it was not a new concept for the class she grew up in. She didn't know why she was burning on the inside because of it.

Now as she sat on the dining table next to her brother, she kept her eyes on her food, slowly talking to her brother, she felt his gaze as always.

Subconsciously, her eyes wandered up and met with his. The dark gaze, expressionless yet smothering, unblinking.

Zinnia brought her eyes back to her food at once when she felt gaze travel down to the rest of her torso, the heat burning her below her sweetheart neckline for a little too long. She gulped, unable to tale her mind of the way her toes curled and she twitched down there, suddenly moist.

She made her face as stoic as possible, her hand let out an tremble as she grabbed her glass of water and took a sip to cool herself down. Still knowing that those eyes were staring, observing.

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It was late at night again as she wandered across the halls to the kitchen, grabbed a snack before she walked back to her room,
consciously crossing his room in the way like every night.

Since that incident, she would deliberately pass his room every night, every single night and then sometimes look into the tiny camera in the hallway and let a small teasing smirk pass.

Tonight however, she found the door open. Raising her brows, she peeked inside but the room was empty. Her eyes wandered around the room before stilling on the bed. Images from that night bombarded her mind again. She ticked her jaw before stalking out of the room.

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It was a few days later when she came back from college, leaving the guards at the door and flicking her hair back with a finger, she walked through the long pathway to the main door, climbing the deck when she heard something in their garage. It sounded like someone was breaking something, metal against metal, shattering glass.

Horrified as the thought of her brand new luxury car came to her mind, she ran to the garage in the darkening evening. The door was open already, and she quickly scanned all the cars and sighed with relief when she saw hers perfectly alright. Then, her eyes fell on him, who looked absolutely recked.

He was shirtless, his torso flexing as he punched the punching bag with a force that it made it strike against the metal door behind, producing the most loudest thud she had ever heard. Her eyes took in the sweat trailing from his body, his pants hanging low on his hip as he gave the bag another punch that rattled the entire room.

Zinnia stalked to where he was standing as he stopped to take a breath and then picked up a cigarette from a table before lighting it when his eyes met hers. There was petrol every where nearby, she could even smell it and he was lighting a cigarette.
She furiously yanked the cigarette out of his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing? Do you want to burn the entire house?"

His jaw ticked as he turned to look at her, eyes blank as usual. Then his eyes followed to where she had thrown the cigarette. His eyes returned to her face, her cheeks flushed while she stared daggers at him.

Hashir stepped forward. And she stood erect on her place, shoulders straight, eyes staring right at him with challenge.

He stepped closer again.

She swallowed.

He stepped close again, right in front of her that he could stare in her eyes. Metal against metal, raw and hard.

"Go."

Her eyebrows raised.

" Tum mjhey jaanay k liye keh rahay ho?
( You are ordering me to go?)

She saw his eyes flash before he pushed her back, a shriek leaving her lips as his front pressed against her back, hardness nestling against her soft flesh as he pushed her front against the wall. Her breasts flattened against the hard wall and a cry left her lips as one of his hands squeezed her face while the other was placed above her head on the wall.

" Kya samajhti ho tum khud ko? Hmm? "
(Who do you think you are?!)

His voice was a growl, raspy and husky which smelled of smoke.

She could barely breath. She was afraid of him in that moment. The feel of his abdomen pressing against her, hard planes of his body pushing her against the wall so that there was not even a micrometer of space between their bodies. Her face was tilted to the side, his fingers digging into her cheek and probably bruising but she could not even produce a single sound of distress as his flaming eyes stared into hers.

She was afraid.

She was every afraid.

Zinnia didn't remember anyone being so forceful with her ever, so aggressive that she felt the chills in her bones. Her started to water but she pushed the tears back. She was not made to cry.

" Mera bhai tumhey maar daalay ga, mey bta rahi hun, wo tumhey apnay haathon sey maar dey ga."
( My brother will kill you, I am telling you. My brother will kill you with his own hands.)

He pushed her again, force making his pelvis grind on her's as his hand on her face tightened, surely leaving a bruise behind for tomorrow.

" Bhai ko bataana hai, princess?"
( You want to tell your brother, princess?)

He abruptly turned her around, his hand on her throat, tight like a snake slowly tightening it's grip around her throat, slowly closing her airway, stopping her every breath. His pushed his body into hers, grinding his pelvis against he in a slow, painful way that friction teased every bit of her nerve endings. Her eyes looked at him in shock as his eyes stared at her lips.

Another painful hump of hid pelvis against her's that made her lips open in a sudden gasp, a silent moan. And that was when his lips descended down to hers.

Rough, like a piece of wood against the wood, plump like the supplest fruit in the universe, forbidden nectar that even Adam couldn't help but taste. His hand on her throat relaxed, moving up to cup he jaw, warmth enveloping her. Pushing into her again, he tilted his head to the side, his lips pushing her's apart as his tongue invaded in.

Zinnia had only had a gasp of breath and honestly, she didn't need more. Her mouth followed him with enthusiasm and even a thread of desperation. As his lips moved away, Zinnia's mouth followed his lips again, in a desperation that was almost shameful. Sucking on her bottom lip, he pulled away at last with half laugh.

Her eyes opened and the way he looked at her, Zinnia knew that he had felt her desperation and was almost ridiculing her for it.

" Jao, btao apnay bhai ko."
( Go, and tell this to your brother.)

He bent down agaib, lips dragging slowly against the side of her jaw that he was cupping a while ago, slowly, almost searing her skin with the hotness of his wet lips. Dragging his lips up to her ear, he breathed before his husky voice sounded.

" Magar tumhara bhai mjhey maarnnay ka sochay ga bhi nahi, because he knows that I can kill better than him."
( Your brother won't even think of killing me,..)

She was left cold at his remark, the sudden sense of coldness increased as his warmth left her body, leaving her standing there against the hard wall with a chill in her body.

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