Chapter Six

A New Chapter Of Sex

POOJA

I couldn't sleep. I wasn't sure why I left Kabir's room. I should have stayed but for some stupid reason, I wanted to give him space. Why the fuck did I need to give him space?

Ugh!

It was only when the sky started to lighten, evidence of the sun rising, did I finally just give up on sleep. I wasn't sure how Kabir did it, but when I came back to my room, everything was clean enough for me to take a quick shower. Today, I had no choice but to wear the same dress as the day before. Even after I was dressed, and my hair was curled, it was still early. Breakfast wasn't until 8:30 and that left me almost four hours...

Could I bake?

"Please let everyone be asleep." Tip-toeing to the door, I double checked the halls before heading downstairs. When no one was around his house, it ironically felt welcoming...warm almost. I loved how the light blue walls seemed to catch the small rays of the sun which in turn lit up the entire house.

"Austin, no." I knew that voice...shit.

I needed to go.

"Sit!" He hissed, causing the poor guy to whimper before barking out. "Who's there?"

Fuck me.

"It's just me Raghu." I whispered, walking around the corner with my hand raised in surrender. Glancing at him, I felt the urge to roll my eyes; "Seriously, when do you sleep? It's 5 am and your polishing silverware."

He was dressed for the day, shiny shoes and all; polishing the silver littered the kitchen.

"I can sleep when I'm dead, Ms. Sharma."

"At the rate you're going at, that will be around the corner. Jeez. I'm sure King Kabir and the rest of the round table can live without seeing their faces in the forks." God knows a few of them were full of it as it was, no need to feed it.

He held his gray head high, digging the white cloth onto the neck of the spoon; "I do not do it for them. I do it because it keeps the house running. Polished silver makes it easier to clean, keeps dirt away..."

"No, I just think you personally enjoy cleaning, it's like your dirty little secret." His eyebrows bunched together and I couldn't help but laugh. "No judgment, we all have our vices."

"Are you going to keep running your trap, or are you here to help since you're up so early?" He asked, throwing me a cloth before I had the chance to answer. It wasn't what I was expecting to do, but why not.

"I never went to bed."

"Why not?"

"Personal reasons."

"So, Mr. Mittal then?" I stopped, glaring at him before grabbing a spoon of my own.

"I wasn't thinking about Kabir." That was a lie.

"You're lying." Damn him.

"Enough about me Raghu, what about you? What makes you tick?"

"I am not a clock Ms. Sharma..."

"Have you ever watched Downton Abbey?" He wanted to smile, I could just see it by the twitching at the corner of his mouth.

"I can see why he likes you..."

"Oh no you don't," I could feel my face turning red, "All the men in this house distract the women with something. I wanted to know about you Raghu."

He sighed, moving on to the salad forks...did Kabir even use these?

"What would you like to know?"

"For starters, what's your last name? Or do you just go by Raghu? Like Oprah, or Madonna? Where are you from?"

"My name is Raghu I'm from the south India....I grew up on the hard streets as the child of a shoe maker and musician. "

"Really?"

"No." He winked.

"Ugh fine don't tell me, but do know I will make it my personal mission..."

"Raghu . My name is Raghu Prakash, I was born ten minutes from here. No glitz, no glam. Now put your wrist into it, Ms. Sharma." He nudged me.

Grinning, I rubbed harder, causing me to raise my arm for dramatic effect and he just rolled his eyes.

"You knew Kabir as a child."

"That's not a question. " He stated. putting the final fork back into his box.

"He trusts you."

"Still not a question Ms. Sharma." He stated before packing up.

It was like pulling teeth, .

"Throw me a bone here Raghu!" Austin barked at the word bone, smart dog; "I just want to know more about him."

"Then asked him. I'm sure he will tell you anything you need to know Ms. Sharma..."

"He's telling me things he believes is important and I don't know what's important until after he does something. I mean, what's his favorite food? Does he do anything for fun?"

He gave me a look. One of those "think about what you just said," look.

He did me for fun.

"I stepped right into that one." I laughed, leaning on the counter. He nodded, taking the silver into the dining room. "I just want..."

"You want to date him." He stated when he came back in to wash his hand.

"I do not." Again, he gave me the look. "He's married."

That made him smile...

"Man I can dig a whole." I groaned.

"Ms. Sharma, Mr. Mittal already enjoys your company, you don't have to do anything else but be who you are. He has enough people pretending to be something they are not with him." He was the only one who seemed to really care about Kabir...well, maybe Suman ji too.

"I know, but I just want to do something for him."

"Can you cook?"

"Can birds fly?"

Walking over to the giant refrigerator, he reached up pulling a few small cards. Blowing off the dust he dropped it on the counter in front of me.

"Kabir's mother used to make this for his breakfast. When she died, he tried to make it, but the boy shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen. Then he hated how everyone else made it."

"But he's going to think something is up. His birthday isn't for another few weeks."

"Make up something."

"Like what? National Mistress Day?" I laughed.

"Breakfast is in three hours. Good luck Ms. Sharma." He grinned, going to grab Austin's leash.

"Challenged accepted." I replied. Though I didn't think he had much faith in me.

"Ham and egg breakfast cups with hash browns. Cranberry almond caramel pancakes. Strawberry and cream cheese French toast. Homemade apple fritters." Are fucking kidding me? She better have only made this for him on damn birthday or he would have been fattest kid in indore.

"Having problems?" Raghu leaned in, causing me to jump.

"No I got it! Go take a nap or something!" Grabbing the apron, I took a deep breath. I have no clue where to even start.

"First things first." I whispered to myself... eggs....a lot of eggs.

Oh shit.

"Raghu, why did you let me do this?" I whispered, hiding behind the dividing wall as everyone came down for breakfast.

"You're blaming me?" He asked, snipping off the thrones of the pink roses in the corner.

"I've got to blame someone, he's going to hate it. I messed the pancakes up twice and had to re-do it. I'm surprised chef Boyardee didn't kick me out of the kitchen after he saw how much flour I had used this morning." This is what I get for trying to show off.

"I'm sure he's more worried about the fact that you may steal his job. Shouldn't you go in a see how they are enjoying your breakfast instead of hiding from them." He was so calm, it was driving me insane. Kabir did this too, every time I freak out, they just talk me down.

"I'm not going in there, Kabir said I don't have to." Great, now I sound like a child.

"So what you're telling me is you're scared of Tanya."

"I am not." I muttered, walking up to the flowers .

He turned back to me, scissors in hand and gave me the look. God now I know how kids with real dads felt.

"Raghu she's his wife, I just don't..."

"He brought you here, out in the open, told her the truth, told his whole family the truth. Kabir is who he is and if he wanted to hide you, he would have. So if you really want to make him happy, be open to him." He snipped off a rosebud before placing it behind my ear.

"You want me to walk up and just throw the fact that I'm his lover in everyone's face?"

He rolled his eyes, moving over to the drapes.

"Why aren't you bothered by this? I mean..."

"The same reason why Mrs. Mittal isn't. Kabir wants you and he is happier here with you. Simple, so go Ms. Sharma so I may finish all my work. Or are you not up to it?"

I tried to give him a look, but it just made my eye twitch, he smirked waiting for me to leave.

"Fine. It's National Mistress Day and I'm going to show you, throwing my sexuality out there for him is just going to blow up in my face and I'm going to blame you." Turning away from him, I walked straight to the dividing wall but stopped.

"Problem?"

Sighing, I took a deep breath before stepping forward and walking straight into the kitchen. Dhruv was reaching over the table to grab Kavya's apple fritter but she just smacked his hand.

"Hands off thief."

"You don't even like apples!" He pouted at her. "Plus, it's for Dia, she stayed up last night and we are letting her sleep in."

"Oh please. I like these, stop being such a fatty! you're the reason why Kabir and I had to come to dinner ten minutes early as kids."

"And why our chef is the best paid employee in our house." Sonali grinned causing Jay to snicker.

Kabir sat there, skimming through the morning paper, eating quietly. He didn't seem disgusted so that was good, but he didn't look like he was enjoying it. He just ate as Tanya tried to lean into him, but he wasn't paying attention to her. I couldn't blame her, he looked sexy in his dark fitted blue shirt and tan slacks.

"Pooja? Kabir I thought you said she was going for a walk." Suman ji grinned at me. Each one of their heads snapped up from their plates.

Kabir smirked, looking me up and down; "I thought she was."

He looked to the empty seat next to him, offering it to me. With my head held high, I walked over to him, kissed him on the cheek then took a seat. He looked stunned but shook it off, putting his hand on my back.

Tanya on the other hand scoffed.

"You smelled the food didn't you." PK stated, trying to make small talk apparently.

"Yea, something like that." Biting my lip, I turned to Kabir, "Do you like it?"

He just stared at me, his hand burning a hole into my lower back.

"Of course he did. I have amazing tastes which included chefs, and in dresses. Didn't you wear that yesterday, I know it's hard with all that extra weight, but I'm sure you can find a dress." Tanya snickered, taking a slip of her morning cocktail.

"Tanya!" Kabir hissed, but I just grabbed his arm.

"No it's okay, baby. Firstly Tanya, your great chef didn't make any of this, I did. Secondly, the reason I don't have any clothes, is because someone decided to pour bleach on them all. Kabir here so graciously offered to take me to get new ones." It's MY day bitch.

"You made this," Kabir whispered, turning to me and completing captivating all of my attention.

Brushing my hair back I nodded; "Yea."

"How did you know?" I knew what he was asking.

"Raghu and I were polishing silver..."

He reached up to cup the side of my face; "Raghu, Jay... "

"All I did was play the piano." Jay snapped, but Kabir didn't focus on him.

"Then Rehan and your..."

Slapping my hand over his mouth, I felt him grin, knowing full well what he was doing to me. He was playing with me.

"You can't get jealous of every man who speaks to me." I told him but he just licked my palm in response.

"Kabir!" I snapped, pulling my hand away from his lips... it didn't ease the burning I felt running through my hand.

"You make me sick!" Tanya screamed, standing up so quickly she knocked over the chair.

"Then leave Tanya, I for one won't miss you. Plus she cooks." Dhruv grinned, stuffing a pancake in his mouthing causing PK to snicker. Both Kavya and Sonali frowned, but said nothing, paying more attention to the plates in front of them.

"Fuck you Dhruv."

"Tanya, please refrain from cursing at my husband."

"How can you all just sit there? PK !"

"Tanya, there is no point in having this discussion daily. Maybe in your next marriage you can have a fidelity clause." He startled not only me, but Kabir as well, he looked like he was surprised PK would stand up for him. PK glanced up giving him a short nod before grabbing his paper.

"I'm not going to stand for this...this cunt! You had her in your room last night! YOUR ROOM! God Kabir..."

"Tanya the only thing embarrassing here is you. We've talked about this and I will not have this conversation again..."

"Really? Are you going to take your bitch to the first party of the summer on Wednesday? How about the dinner with the Senator and wife on Friday? Oh and the New York fundraising gala for the hospital your new tech thingy! You need me and all you do is treat me like shit!" She yelled at the top of her lungs successfully waking up the child sleeping above.

"Thanks Tanya." Kavya sighed, pushing her chair out.

"Baby I got it." Jay kissed her cheek, getting up instead.

"So are you done?" Kabir asked her.

She just crossed her arms glaring at me but nodded.

"Good because so am I, Tanya. I swear to God, if you act like this again I will do everything in my power to cut you out of everything. Now please get out of my face, Pooja and I are going to shopping. " He took my hand pulling me from my seat. She bit her lip before finally turning and leaving.

"Kabir, do you mind if your father and I come along?" Suman ji smiled; "We wanted to get some things for the gala."

PK glanced at her like she had three eyes, raising his eyebrow; "Sweetheart we already have..."

"Okay, I want to go shopping...

Dhruv laughed and so did I. I was trying to ignore the fact that Kabir was still holding my hand.

"Sonali, Kavya I'm surprised you two aren't jumping all over this." Dhruv smiled taking kavya's hand but she just pulled away.

"Look, I'm not team Tanya, I don't wear her shirt, but I'm not okay with this. So I's rather not," with that she left as well.

"Suman ji, PK , we will be on Fifth at 1 and we have an appointment at Oscar De La Renta 1:30. I hope you all have gotten it out of your systems, because if I do have to keep having this argument, you can all find a new place to stay." He said, leading me out of the kitchen.

"Oscar De La Renta? He sounds old, bold and rich." I grinned as he lead us to the front door. Raghu stood at the doors with two leather jackets in hand

He didn't reply, instead he stood upright the closer we go to Raghu and despite his old age, Raghu was just as tall.

"You've talking about me Raghu."

"You of all people should know it's quite difficult deny this one." He replied with no emotion on his face handing him the jacket and gloves.

"You both do know I'm standing right here?"

"Quite difficult indeed." Kabir snickered, causing me to hit his shoulder.

"And violent." Raghu added giving me a pair of matching gloves and a leather jacket; "How is national mistress day going?"

"Excuse me?" Kabir asked.

"Bye Raghu!" I pulled him out the white double doors, figuring we were going out but stopped when I noticed the black Harley parked outside, with two helmets...shit. Next to it was a white Mercedes.

"National mistress day?"

"I haven't slept..." He didn't let me finish before kissing me.

Fuck. I knew this feeling; I never wanted to stop kissing him. Wrapping my arms around his neck his hand grabbed my ass, gripping it tightly.

"I've wanted to do that since you left my bed last night." He whispered into my lips. "Thank you for breakfast."

"You don't have to thank me. If you didn't like it, my feelings..."

"Pooja, it's taking every ounce of my control not to take you to bed and fuck you six ways to Sunday. Breakfast was amazing, I haven't tasted anything like that since I was a child." As if to prove his point, he kissed my neck and it made my leg buckle, but he just held on to me, backing me up until my ass touched the house. He pressed me right into the front of his house.

"Ahh, fuck Kabir," I moaned, grabbing on to him and pulling him from my neck. "People will see."

He pressed his hard cock into me, playing with top of my dress; "Look how much I care."

Pulling down the corner of my dress and bra, he took my nipple into his mouth.

"Uhh..." I bit my lip, digging my hands into his hair. Watching him suck and pull my nipple with his teeth made me want him even more.

"Kabir, anyone can come..."

"I'm more interested in making you come." He whispered, inserting two fingers into me. "Tell me to stop Pooja. You don't want to be seen right?"

Fuck him! God I need him badly.

"Car." I moaned "Fuck me in the car." Because there was no way we were making it to his room.

"I like this." He whispered, adding a third finger. "But if we get in that car, I want your lips on me."

"Anything."

Pulling out of me, he licked his fingers slowly, but I didn't want to waste any more damn time, grabbing his hand I all but pulled him to the car and ripped the door open before pushing him inside.

"There's my vixen." He laughed, laying on the tan seats.

"You have no idea." I smiled, crawling in and closing the door behind me. Sitting on his lap, I pulled my dress down, giving him a better view of both of my breasts. "Your wife called me fat this morning."

"Don't waste your breath on her." He whispered pulling both of my nipples hard. "You're absolutely beautiful."

Grinning, I tugged on his belt and pants until I got what I wanted. His cock twitched, begging for me and who am I to deny him. Taking him into my hands, I stroked him until he bucked forward.

"Are you about to be undone by hands Mr. Mittal?" he opened his mouth to speak, but I squeezed before leaning in to use the tip of my tongue to lick the pearlescent fluid escaping his engorged cock.

"Fuck Pooja."

I continued my ministrations down the side of his cock, trying only to focus on him, but his hands in my hair were driving me insane. Pleasuring him with my hands and mouth slowly, he watched me. In his green eyes I saw lust and longing.

"Take all of it." He demanded, so I did. I closed my mouth around him and sucked.

"Yes...fuck...your mouth is fucking amazing Pooja." He hissed, brushing my hair back he took it into his fist and started to fuck my mouth.

I let my teeth glide gently around him while I enjoyed the sounds he was making...the sounds I was forcing out of him...but he tortured me last night and I wanted the same for him. So slowly, I took his cock from my mouth and kissed the tip.

"Pooja...."

Pushing him against the seat once more, I grabbed a hold of him and positioned him in front of my pussy...I was so wet for him. He searched my eyes before pulling my lips to his. It was almost painful how good it was to be kissing him. I found myself reciprocating as he attacked me. If we weren't careful, we would destroy the only dress I had. His hands on my breast and ass felt like heaven. I wanted to torture him and take him slowly into me, but he wasn't having that.

He took my waist and thrust upward while pulling me down onto him.

"FUCK!" We both yelled. I could hear us breathing and the sound of our skin slapping together, the wetness as he fucked me.

"Shit it's like you're tighter than yesterday." He hissed, grabbing my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth again.

"Or maybe you're just bigger." I gasped out, it felt like my eyes were just rolling around my skull.

"Really? Are you measuring?" He whispered before flipping me on to my back.

"I..."

I didn't get to finish my thought much less complete my sentence. He started to wildly thrust into me. It was a repeat of yesterday it seemed, but instead of my need to claim him, it was the opposite. He was possessed by something beyond my understanding, it was more than just his wild thrusting, that was normal, but this was different. He was exuding passion and it was as if the only way to express it was by imprinting himself within me.

"Oh my god!" I screamed, but he didn't stop. I held on to the edge of the door as he fucked my pussy hard.

"So fucking tight." He hissed, lifting my leg on to his shoulder getting deeper within me.

"Kabirrrrr...."

Thrust.

"wa..."

Thrust.

Thrust.

"Birrrr...yes! Oh fucking yes!" I screamed out my release.

"Pooja..." He hissed as he came before falling onto me. Neither of us spoke. Just breathing into the warmth of the car. I played with his hair before noticing rose petals all over the car... I had forgetting it was in my hair.

"Raghu likes you." he said randomly.

"Kabir..."

"Not like that. He's not a talker."

"No way? That old man has more wit in his pinky than I have running throughout my entire body."

Lifting off me, he shook his head; "I wouldn't go that far. But Raghu doesn't bother speaking to people unless he enjoys their company."

"Really?"

"Yea, I'm glad, he's important to me. He's worked for my family since I was a child." He stated fixing his pants. I didn't want him to though.

Crawling back onto his lap, I ran my hands up his chest and into his hair. His hands gripped my thighs, a feeling that anchored me, made me want to stay this way forever.

"Can't I just order clothes online? I will find all the fancy named designers buy all their pretty clothes and model them for you. Even lacy underwear if we don't go to the city." I whispered, kissing his neck, he moaned pulling me closer to him.

"We can stay in bed, try and get work done during breaks." I took his ear in to my mouth and he shivered...he actually shivered...his spot was his ears.

"Pooja..."

"I want you to punish me Kabir.... I love when you slap my ass, bite my nipples...Fuck me so hard Kabir I can't walk straight. I want you to. I want to lose my voice screaming your name...tell me anything you want and I will do it....what is it you dream about?"

He grabbed me by the neck, his nose flaring, his eyes wide...almost crazed. He searched mine, fire burning so hot my skin blushed.

"You wouldn't be able to handle it." His voice was deeper, eyes darker...I had only pieces of this Kabir before...

Leaning into his grip I met his gaze; "I will do anything, I'll try, for you. If I can't, then teach me, because I'm willing to learn."

He kissed me hard and fast, not even giving me a chance to enjoy it before letting go of my neck and pulling out his phone.

"Suman ji, Pooja and I won't be able to go shopping. I was wondering if you can do her shopping for her."

"Kabir I can..."

"Size 6, thank you Suman ji." He told her before hanging up.

"Kabir I can get my clothes..."

"Oh no, don't lose this raunchiness baby, I am quite enjoying it." He kissed my breast causing me to shiver. "I enjoy it when you're like this."

"You mean when I'm sitting on your lap naked begging to spend the day fucking?"

"No," He said seriously, paying with my hair, "I enjoy it when you're comfortable, when you speak your mind, when you aren't seeing yourself as a whore because you aren't, you're my girl, not Tanya."

"You do know how fucked up that sounds right?" I smiled, picking up a fallen petal even though I secretly loved every word.

"No I don't. Get dressed, we're going for a ride and then tonight, we will talk about my fantasies." My heart began to race and I knew he could see my pulse pounding at my neck. But I was excited...I was excited to take it to this level. We had just reached a new chapter. Before he barely spoke...he only fucked me. Now...now we were being open about our wants. I wanted to please him and to do what I wanted, what I needed... I desired to know what his fantasies were. I felt compelled to please him, make him happy.

Every moment I was with him my sexual appetite grew stronger... more raunchy...and I loved it.

He pouted when I put my bra back on, he kissed my shoulder before moving up my neck, my pulse point.

"Are we going to take a ride?" I smiled, taking his hair into my hands.

He didn't answer instead he flipped me onto the chair, kissed down my stomach before thrusting two fingers into me.

"Oh...yep...differently not going for a ride."

"Oh believe me Pooja, you will be going for a ride, one with a very happy ending."

Chapter Seven

Happily Fucked To Death

POOJA

I didn't want to get out of bed. My leg and arm muscles burned...Kabir had no off button. Seven minutes, that's all he needed before he was on top of me again, or me on him. I was going to die from too much sex. They were going to have to put "Here lies Pooja Sharma, Happily Fucked To Death,' on my tombstone.

"Are you going to stay in bed all day? It's noon." I felt his hands softly brush against my bare back.

Oh no.

He kissed the back of my neck, pulling the sheet covering my naked body away whilemaking his way down my spine.

"Kabir, you and Tanya have your lunch to go to." I whispered, wiggling underneath his lips.

He stopped, only for a moment, then flipped me onto my back. Gazing up at him, he smirked, staring at my body. I knew that look, fucked to death, hear I come.

His eyes glazed over as he stared at my erect nipples.

"Kabir."

"I want nothing more than to fuck you until your eyes roll, but... you have to get ready."

"What?" I snapped, I tried to get off the bed, but he held me to him, kissing me. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, nibbling on my lips, forcing my mouth open with his tongue...fuck.

"Suman ji bought you enough clothes, pick a dress and be downstairs in an hour." He stated, getting off the bed and fixing his light green shirt. I preferred him in suites, but his semi-causal look was almost as sexy.

Grabbing the cream colored sheet off my bed, I stood up, wrapping it around myself. He raised his eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips.

"I don't know why you bother."

Not this again. "Kabir, I'm not walking around naked, nor am I going to your charity lunch."

He stepped forward, I took one back, it wasn't long before the back of my legs hit the bed frame. Brushing his hand softly down my cheek, he stared into me, not at me. It was like he was seeing everything and once again, I felt as though I couldn't walk.

"Drop the sheet Pooja." He demanded and I did.

How the fuck did he have so much power over me?

"You see Pooja, I own you." He whispered against my lips, "Which means, if I want you to walk around naked, you will. And if I ask you to come to my charity lunch, you say yes."

Rising to my toes, I kissed him quickly: "You can use your superpowers to undress me Mr. Mittal, but there is no way you are getting me to flounce around like one of those society sycophants"

"Is that a challenge?"

Pushing into his chest, I stood straighter: "Damn straight."

He looked down, as if he was in shock that I had pushed him, before backing up and walking towards the double doors.

Click.

The moment those doors closed, I knew I had sealed my own fate, yet I couldn't help but get excited. The pain between my legs were gone and I wanted him badly. Fuck.

Turning to me, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly.

Fuck.

"Get on the bed."

"If I did that Mr. Mittal, where would the challenge be?" I whispered, stretching and brushing my hands through my hair.

He smirked then charged me.

"Oh No!" I laughed, jumping on the bed and rushing to the other side.

"Really now Ms. Sharma?" He asked from his position on the other side.

"Really now Ms. Sharma?" I mocked with my hand on my hips, I couldn't help but grin. "Don't you have a party to get to?"

Instead of speaking, he just jumped on the bed. I tried to run towards the door but he grabbed a hold of my arm, pulling me back to the bed and pinning me under him.

"Why must you always fight me?"

"Because you like it." I whispered.

He didn't say anything, pinning my hands above my head with one of his and kissing my neck as his other hand traveled down my chest and between my legs.

One of his fantasies was being controlled, he wanted me to control him... like he does me. I was just waiting for the right time; I wanted to catch him off guard. I wanted to tease, have him at my mercy, to control his pleasure. I wanted to play with him the way he was currently playing my body.

"You're coming to lunch." He whispered, biting my neck.

"No."

"Have it your way then."

He moved so quickly I didn't have time to blink before his belt was off and I was on my stomach. Tying it around my wrist, he attached the other end to the bedpost before grabbing a hold of my ass and kissing it.

"Kabir don't—"

"Then wear the dress."

"N—"

Before I could reply, his palm connected with my ass, sending shivers up and down my body. It hurt so good.

His ministrations didn't stop there, he continued until I couldn't handle it any more.

"FUCK! KABIR...ah..." Rubbing my thighs together, I fought against his belt, trying to break free.

"There's my girl." He laughed, kissing both of my cheeks and even giving it a small bite. I felt the wetness slide down my thighs, my pussy throbbing with need. "Now wear the dress."

"Fuck you."

SMACK!

"AH! Fuck!" He hit me so hard, I came gasping.

"So soon baby." He teased.

"Go... screw yourself."

He snickered; "I'd rather screw you."

I felt his cock press against me. He didn't stop, he kissed my back while spreading my legs until I had to get on my knees and with one thrust, he was buried to the hilt in my pussy.

"Even he can't help you now." He snickered, biting the tip of my ear. He was everywhere. His hands pinched my nipples as he fucked me hard, slamming deeper and deeper into me.

"Oh yes!" I gasped, biting my lip.

"Harder."

SLAM. The bed shook as it beat against the wall.

"Harder!" I screamed again, but he didn't comply this time.

He just stopped... I was so close.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Agree..." He took a deep breath "to wear the dress and come to lunch."

Fuck.

"Kabir—"

Slam! My knees gave out, "You're not playing fair."

He thrust into me so hard my legs gave out.

"Fine! Fuck Fine! Just please—"

"I win." He snickered before taking me hard.

It seems as if he were holding back before, not only did the bed shake, but the lamp on the side table fell to the ground and shattered. But it didn't stop him nor did his pace slow, and thank God for that.

"Can I have my hands back?" I begged, pulling against his belt.

"As you wish." He replied, pulling the black belt from my hand. The moment I was free, I reached for his head behind me and ran my fingers through his hair as he held me to his chest.

"You're so fucking tight baby." He whispered into my ear, thrusting until he came.

Pushing against him, he fell back on to the bed and I slowly pulled myself off his cock. Turning around, I found him grinning at me. Crawling onto his lap, I smiled down at him.

"Why do you want me at the party?"

"Are we starting your five questions now?" He asked, placing his hands behind his head.

Rolling my eyes, I nodded; "Yes, now answer."

"Because I want to sneak away and fuck you in one of Malhotra's office."

Of course! Sighing, I tried to get off of him, but he held me down. "And... I need someone to keep me calm."

"You don't need help with that, I've rarely ever seen you angry."

"On the outside, no." He whispered and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't put my finger on.

"What are you going to do about Tanya? She's not going to like it and she may make a scene..." And when I say 'may', I meant she undoubtedly would.

"Answer number two; Tanya will not make a scene because she will want us to look like we're a couple for the media. You will be coming, as a personal assistant, to make sure none of those leeches use this as an opportunity to corner me."

"So you're going to use me as social bodyguard?"

"Is that a question or your sass?" He grinned, causing me to smack him across the chest.

"Do you like my sass?"

Pulling me to him, he flipped us over before kissing me quickly; "Yes and your ass is pretty nice too."

I didn't want him to get up. But, I guess we had to if we were to make this party. Watching his strong build bend over to pick up his boxers, I fought the urge to pull him back to me. Every part of him was rock hard and I wanted to lick him from head to toe. But, I also wanted him to pay for making me get all dolled up for this.

"I still have two questions left." I stated, getting off the bed, this time with out a sheet.

He didn't bother turning; "Well ask."

"Do you mind staying with me tonight? I swear, it feels like someone is watching me."

He paused, turning to face me now.

"You think someone is watching you sleep?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's only for the night..."

"Fine, now save your last question until after the party, get dressed."

Puffing out my chest, I saluted him; "Sir, yes sir!"

His eyes went to my breast and I ran to the bathroom before he took this chance to take me again. There was only so much sex a girl could handle in one day.

I know it was wrong to hate the rich for being rich, but I really couldn't help it. They all stood around, in there over priced suits and cocktail dresses and all I felt nauseous looking at them. I felt like a fish out of water, even as I stood here dressed like them in the four inch gold pumps and skin tight blue dress. Suman ji had gotten it for me, apparently breathing wasn't fashionable.

Because of Kabir and I's afternoon fuck, we were just a bit late... more like an hour and forty-five minutes. But that was nothing next to Tanya, who came down after we were all at the door. Her eyes almost fell out of her head when she came down the stairs in her bright red, low cut dress and saw me. However, she bit her lips held her head up high and told me to sit away from her and not be seen in any photos.

This was her moment to shine and apparently she was not going to let me ruin it. The moment we pulled up at the beachfront mansion, she demanded I open the door for them I was reluctant to, but Kabir and I both knew that out in public I really did work for them. Which meant I was going to have bend over backward for her highness. When I did as she asked, Tanya all but pulled him out of the car and into her arms for all the reporters to see. It made me sick and Kabir just stood there with his hand on her waist. None of them even seemed to notice me. I stepped in and it was all silicone and plastic, surrounded by paintings to which none of them knew the artist. It was like Rehan had just gone to some museum, hand picked out the most expensive paintings to spread all over his massive white walls. It felt cold and empty, nothing like Kabir's place. The moment I saw the yellow Porsche in the middle of his living room, I felt nothing but pity for the man.

"Tacky isn't?" Kavya snickered, sipping her pink cocktail beside me.

I was kind of shocked she was talking to me, but I nodded; "More like a very desperate man trying to overcompensating."

"You couldn't be more correct." She giggled holding up her pinky finger.

"No," I gasped, "That small?"

"From what I've heard, almost invisible, he's having an extension this summer, right after he and Kabir merge companies."

"Oh my god!" I laughed along side her. "I feel bad for making fun of his car now."

"Please, he's such an ass. He hit on me the moment Jay turned his back."

"He hit on me too, I puked a little in my mouth—"

"See ladies, you can't buy class," Tanya smiled, handing me her empty champagne glass as her friends stopped right in front of the car.

"Tanya you didn't tell me your husband paid so well, look at those shoes," her friends grinned, causing Tanya to roll her eyes.

"Vinita please, can't you spot a knock off? She hasn't even finished college yet. Kabir is always taking pity on dreamers." She sighed, they all looked at me with grimaces on their faces, as if they smelled something bad; "Ms. Sharma, I need another glass, after all you do get paid by the hour, right?"

They snickered, walking past me and into another room. I wanted to smash the glass against the back of her head. She was milking this all that it's worth.

"No amount money is worth dealing with her." Kavya frowned; "Where is Kabir?"

"He and PK are talking to the CEO of EX Mobile out back." I replied. She nodded before walking off.

"Good talk." I muttered to myself before turning to get myself something to drink, I'll need it if this was the type of shit I'd be subjected to. I wasn't really sure where the kitchen was, so I just followed the man in the penguin suit.

"If it isn't the woman of my dreams." Small dick Rehan came up right beside, me cornering me next to what looked like a Van Gogh.

"I really hope your talking about the woman in the painting and not me."

He smiled like a snake; "Your witty, I like that in a woman."

"Mr. Malhotra, I'm on the clock."

"Kabir works you too much love. Quit and marry me, and time will mean nothing."

Really?

"Has that ever worked on a woman?"

He shrugged; "I didn't become this wealthy by not taking risks."

"You mean by polluting local rivers, buying out peoples farms or are you talking about filling your house with so much crap in hopes that people will actually think you're cultured—"

"You can't talk to me like that bitch!" He grabbed on to my arm.

"Let go of me, Mr. Malhotra."

"No," He snapped, "Not until you explain to me why you think you are God's gift to men. Who put you on such a high fucking horse? Was it Kabir, did he tell you that you were special? Pretty and now you think you're made of gold."

"I'm not going to ask you again, to let go of me."

He squeezed and I took the glass smashing it against his face.

"YOU BITCH!" The back of his hands, covered in rings connected with my face so hard, my teeth cut my cheek and lips as I fell against the wall. "I WILL SUE YOUR ASS INTO THE NEXT DECADE!"

He reached for me, but before he could strike me again, a fist connected across his face, sending him into the row of food laid out for the party.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to put your hands on a lady! You cockless asshole?" Dhruv snapped at him before kneeling next to me.