Arjun

I blinked twice before lifting off the curtain of my dark eyelashes. I felt someone snuggling closer to my bare chest. There she was all in her naked glory hiding her modesty in thick white quilt. I touched my forehead to hers to calm my rapid breaths. She was nestled in my body completely as if she wished to never stay apart from my chest. The feeling of having her so close to me was so fucking serene. We were nose to nose, chest to chest, our lips just an inch apart. I tucked a loose hairstrand behind her ear and I felt a ping in my chest. She was so, so beautiful and by beautiful I meant pure by heart, body and soul. Its actually hard to believe she is Rehan's daughter, she had so much of her mother in her and thank god for that.

I touched her cheek and carressed it to feel the softness of her skin but my conscious rebuked me. Arjun, what the hell were you thinking?! I was actually just staring with adoration an emotion I have stayed miles away from. I should hate her for her lineage for the blood that flows in her veins and here was....Fuck!

Mark is right! I have lost my mind but you know what, so be it! I know I loose interest very fast so once I am done with her then I will show him that no one but only I have power over myself. I will have my fill of hers until I am completely satisfied and then I will go back to my old wicked ways. Seems like a perfect plan and if I can break her by this then that's it! I won and Rehan lost. I can avenge my mother and I will send her away....Wait what?! Send away?! I can just keep her you know when I might feel like seeing her, touching her and of course fucking her.

When my gaze travelled across her body hungrily, I couldn't help my lips curving upwards in exquisite, tremendous contentment She looked thoroughly loved, her hair were disheveled, I just love tunneling my fingers in those midnight dark stresses. They feel so good wrapped around my fingers, I love the way they reach down to her waist and sway on the rhythms of the wind. Her lips were swollen from my kisses, the skin over her neck was red with all hickey marks proudly put on display. She was beautiful and all mine.

Her cheeks were flushed and I could feel the frenzy hardening of my erection. I could take her again actually and I can take her again and again but she will fall sick if I don't control myself right now. We slept really late last night and I don't need to tell why. She is no less than a experienced seductress But I knew she was sweetly innocent as the newly opened morning fresh bloomed pink blush rose. I felt my chest swelled up with remarkable pride for owning her. She is my possession.

I got up and swiftly threaded towards the washroom to freshen up for the day. I let the glistening water droplets fall over me and rejuvenate and also calm my monster down because he was still standing all proud. I still want to fuck her, I just want to fuck her again maybe once then I will stop hopefully. I will keep thinking about  her whole day if I don't. I guess I am addicted to her and once I have reached the brim of my addiction, I won't even touch her pinky finger.

I checked the time and I still have one hour left so I can actually knock one or two off with her. For the first time in many years I am feeling guilty for waking up some girl to fuck her. She looks so cute while she is asleep that I don't want to wake her up but if I don't then fucking her will be all I will be thinking about. She can sleep in late but I don't have the luxury to do that and she is my wife and this is what wives are for, right?!

I shook her gently first but when she seemed unaffected by it, I leaned in on her and I kissed her face. I pecked her lips and at the same time I pinched her arm lightly and she opened her mouth to wince and I took advantage of that to kiss her thoroughly. By now she was wideeyed, awake and boy, she was angry. She tried to pushing me but I held her hands above her head and pinned them down.

I snatched the quilt away and threw it away, her heaving bossom was pushing against my bare chest. I could feel her taut peaks and I wanted to suck them make them sore.

"What...are...you...doing?!" She asked gasping for breath as I broke the kiss.

"What does it look like to you?!" I asked her in a bored tone.

She shook her head,"No! Not again I am tired please not now. It hurts please you didn't let me sleep last night."

Did I ask her permission?!

"Its normal it will hurt because  its just been few days since you lost your virginity. It will feel just fine after some time." I snatched the duvet from her.

"But I can't..."She cried.

I glared at her,"Yes you can and I am so fucking you so shut it."

"Not make love?!" Out of the blue, she asked me this that I was shocked for a second or a two.

"I don't make love, I fuck hard!" I held her chin tight and replied.

She stared at me so sadly that I felt something pricking me from inside. I did not want to get affected and I will not! I have to hurt her not feel hurt over her.

"Enough talking you already have wasted my time unlike you I have work which I need to get on with. You are my wife and you will never say no to me ever."

I know I am being rude and I could see pure hurt in her eyes but I should not care, should I?!

"Fuck. Baby your body is to sin for." I mumbled and left her one hand to cup her breast. She moaned as I did that and I knew no matter how much she denies but she actually loves it without knowing she does love it. I pressed her tit and my fingers played with her pink peaks as I pulled on it harshly and rubbed it to soothe the sting. I kissed her nape to start with and found my way to her breast which were my favourite. Personally I am a man who humps good asses which reminds I haven't taken her from behind yet. Well, all in good time not now but soon, very soon.

I can fuck forever but I don't like to kiss so much but with Radhika, I think in my colourful encyclopedia of women, there were handful of women who I really kissed. I feel you kiss them, you bliss them and then they start dreaming and making plans of future and I didn't wanted a future with any of them.

With Radhika, I just want to kiss rather bite each and every inch of her. Whenever I see her, I should see my teeth's imprints on her skin and her pussy should be sore for the most of the time. I like fucking her scratch that I love fucking her. I don't know if it is because she is my wife or because I am so fascinated by her right now but what I know is that I get bored too soon. No one holds my attention for too long but why do I feel Radhika is going to prove an exception?!

As I took her nip in my mouth, I heard a gasp from her. I sucked it hard and to my utter surprise her hand that were fisting the bedsheet raked inside my hair. I didn't exactly understand why was I letting her touch my hair, this is something I have never allowed anyone to do. Only my mom use to do it because she loved me and I, her. Even when I use to fuck someone, I use to pin their hands down so they don't get too touchy with my hair but today I didn't feel like stopping her. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

Infact I was actually love the way her fingers were combing my hair. I was supposed to tell her to never touch my hair again but instead I was smiling like a fool. I pushed this thoughts in the back of my mind. I was actually not hard on her and possibly as close to gentle as I could be.  Her screams, her moans, her tears that trickled down her cheeks, her winces were driving me crazy. I still don't know what is so different about her, what sets her apart from all other woman and why but she was just amazing, her body could turn a saint into a sinner.

I signed as I emptied a thick load of cum inside her and pulled out making her wince.  I glanced at her intently only to find her turned away from me and her hands covering her whole face. She was crying again. I don't understand how can anyone cry so much in a day. I feel soon there will be a flood in my house I held her arm and pulled her to face me," What now?! Why are you crying?!"

"Why do you care?! You got what you wanted so please just leave me alone now. You made me sin." She tried to pry off my hand holding her but I held her tight.

I asked her, confused"Sin?! Oh you mean sex common don't tell me you had any plans to into a nun common sex is normal and its okay if you enjoy doesn't matter if you like the person or not."

"This is wrong, all wrong! You have driven me insane that I enjoyed my humiliation not even realising what I was doing. You have made me so dirty, so impure...."

I asked her, harshly,"Till when are you going to cry like this?! Why don't you just accept everything the way it is?! You were enjoying now don't tell me you were not." I glare at her because she feels she can guilt trip me.

She was so responsive damit!

Its so frustating frankly because I want to always have sex with her and I don't understand why does it bothers me when she cries after I am done with her. At this point I feel something is wrong with me because her tears bother me a lot more than they should and to my surprise its not nuisance to my ears.

Her eyes were still full of tears,"You are asking me to accept you who has raped me repeatedly since the time I am here and has drove me so insane that I have started enjoying it. You want me to accept this?!"

Raped?! How many times do I have to clarify that its not a rape if the man is your husband.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you I didn't raped you?! You are my wife, you belong to me, I don't need your fucking permission to fuck you! You know you had put a stronger fight on our first night but now you have just given in, you know." I smirked.

Her eyes widened and she looked shocked as if someone poured icy cold water over her head. Well the truth hurts, doesn't it darling?!
She has given in partially because her nails there were scratching my neck and  chest on our first night trying to push me away were carressing my hair and holding onto me for dear life. I sure as fuck know she gave in, she might deny as much she wants but we both know the truth. She does feel guilty and hateful about her ownself the minute I pulled out of her.

She looked me in the eye,"No! I haven't and I never will give in."

I leaned on her but supported my weight on my hands that were placed on either side of her. I raised her chin up,"Really?! You were rubbing my back and your pretty fingers were carressing my hair. You want more proof?!" I gave her a smug look as the pride in her eyes when she said she will not give in started to fade away and it was replaced by shame.

This is what I wanted to shatter, her pride! There are different ways of destroying someone and I have by now understood that I cannot break her by hurting her physically as it is she will die the moment I show her what I am capable of.  I want to break her in submission so one day she will accept this life and me the way I am. I won't change neither will her life but she will accept one day. To my utter surprise even after seeing her vulnerability, I didn't feel good. This was what I wanted right, from the very beginning?!

"Please stop this, please let me go. I don't want to be like this please set me free. Please don't make me one of your whores now I am really scared." She broke down in tears.

Whore?! She is here in my bedroom, on my own bed as my wife and she is thinking I am turning her in to a whore! Whores are not brought home, I am not my father who brought home a whore and ruined my mother's happy home and my childhood. Yes I fucked many women more than she can think of but I never brought anyone home. I never tainted my mother's house as I call this house because I know that this wasn't just a house for her, this was her whole world, her happy place, she kept this house as clean as her soul and I might not have done everything the right way but I am not my father and I will never be him.

I grabbed her chin tight," Listen don't ever let me hear  you talk about  yourself in that way again?! Do you know what I would have done with you if I had seen you as a whore?! You have no idea and trust me darling you don't  want to know. I am far more adventurous and scandalous than you can ever imagine in this pretty brain."

She looked scared, very scared. That's  good, she should be scared.

"You don't treat me like a wife either."

I carressed her temple,"Wife! Wow! You want to be my wife but you hate me, right?!" I teased her.

Her eyes turned fiery,"No! I don't want to be your anything, I just want to be treated with some respect because clearly you have been treating me like a who..." I grabbed her face tight and squeezed her cheeks," Dare you! I guess you want to know how a whore is treated." My eyes darkened with sinister gleam.

I lowered my face to hers," You know darling a whore is not exclusive, she is shared among many, many men. Do you want a demo?!" I asked her in a silky tone.

Of course I was just bluffing, I will never even let another man's shadow fall upon her let alone touch her.

"No please I am sorry..." She begged with tears that seemed to get to me in no time. What the hell is wrong with me?!

"That's like my good girl now go back to sleep. "  I said as I  rolled over to the other side and stepped out of the comfort of my bed.

I covered her and carressed her cheek to which she stared at me with pure shock. She didn't expect that, did she?

"Sleep baby." I said softly because I felt I went too far with words today although she provoked me.

"What am I to you?!" She asked all of a sudden as I neared the door of my wardrobe.

I smiled and turned towards her," You are my means to avenge my mother and in that process you became my wife."

"Do not play with words, I want a straight answer."

"And my dear, why do you think I will answer any of your questions?! I ask questions and you answer them not the other way around." I smirked and her face fell.

We were staring into each other's eyes but she broke the eye lock and turned to the other side. She had closed her eyes so I assumed she was going to sleep.

I looked at her and the faint finger marks marring her face bothered me. Why does she make me so angry?! I don't want to hit her but she just uses her fiesty mouth and riles me up.
I got up and took out the oinment from the drawer in the wardrobe. I didn't wanted to wake her up so I just squeezed out some from the tube and applied on her cheek. She gasped in her sleep but thankfullly did not wake up.

I got dressed in my black tuxedo and got ready to leave. This days mafia all over the country and across the world are under major threat. As I am the king here so its my responsibility to wipe out all those threats. I have power over neighbouring countries surrounding India And I sure as hell want to expand my empire more. The major concern is that our squads are found to be having a lot of undercover agents who leak our secrets to the CBI. I have hunt down many of them and made them fucking beg for death But we are still not relaxed as still there are black sheeps inside our community.

This world is filled with a lot of scheming backstabbing bastards like Rehan who pierced the dagger from behind thus killing the man who gave him shelter when he was homeless and cops were waiting for an opportunity to nab him and put him behind bars. That man was none other than my father, Arnav Mehra, the ex Mafia Boss who could make anyone shiver in fear and pee in pants. The only mistake he did in his reign was that he trusted that Rehan Mishra. Not just him, But our whole family had to pay a deadly price for his that mistake.

I didn't like my father in my growing years But since he was the reason for my existence and also I had promised to my mother that I won't leave him so I stayed even when I didn't want to.  But I can never forget the day of my mother's funeral. When that selfish asshole said she was as good as dead since she was truly a whore now.
He called her a filthy whore and I lost all my cool that day. I pierced the dagger in the calves of his hand in anger But as they say every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I got starved for nearly 15 days in a dark chamber where no ray of sunlight reached. I was beaten up every single day with a whip by my own fucking father. The only reason he didn't kill me was that I was his blood, his first born and the only heir to his entire empire but surely he made me pray for death every single day in those 15 days. If I were to be honest with myself my father was never there for me when I wanted him to be, I got the best of everything, anything I use to put my finger upon was mine but he was never with me and my mother. I am glad they didn't had any children after me because I don't want any child to suffer what I did. What should have been the best time of my life became a nightmare that I still wake up to in the middle of the night.

When he was assassinated in his own car, that was a hard blow for me. I didn't feel exactly hurt because he died I was devasted because I felt I had no one left in the name of family. Sam and Mariam were there but I could not meet them out in open for their safety. It nearly took 6 months to recover from that trauma as I felt like an orphan for a long time until Mark assured me that I had him by my side forever.

I had no one to look up to except him. Mark, the faithful right hand of my father. He proved his loyalty to our family in every phase of life, He was held captive by Rehan for a week and tortured so cruelly that he could have died but still he did not give up his oath of loyalty.

Rehan left no stone untouched in torturing him to death and making him spill out our confidential information mostly where the fuck I was but Mark preferred death over betraying me. Rehan couldn't get a handful of success. My father was also equally fond of Mark, He always commented,' If tomorrow God himself lands on earth and tells him that Mark betrayed him still He won't believe him even for a second'. Mark has set a example in our world for his unconditional loyalty towards us. If I trust someone blindly in this world than that is Mark.

I know he hates Radhika and I know he has his reasons too. Do I hate her?! I don't know, I mean its not even her fault but she is the one apart from Rahil who I could have made use of to avenge my mother. With Rahil, what I could have done?! Not much actually I could have just killed him but then it kills all the fun, doesn't it?! Radhika was the soft target so I chose her to be the means of hurting her fucking father.

I want Rehan to suffer like I did in the guilt of not being able to save a loved one. I was just a teenager but he, a grown man couldn't save his daughter. I want him to feel what I did all these years, not even one moment of happiness. I think my heart stopped the day my mother died in my arms, I had Mark of course but he is not affectionate, he loves me but his love cannot replace my mother's absence. He has beaten me up, pushed me to excel, I could have taken my life but he didn't let me. He forced me to live a life which I had no wish to live until I killed that wish when I stopped feeling things.

I started to sleep around with any willing chicks, I was even in to drugs until Mark made me swear on my mother's grave that I wouldn't touch any drugs hereafter. I have been through a lot at a tender age but I knew I could have never had the courage to take my life even when there was nothing to live for. I wouldn't  have been able to face my mother up there because she saved me sacrificing her own life and her dignity. I had to avenge her to restore her dignity, I just had to do it so I could finally make peace with the guilt I have been carrying since years.

How can I forget all this and be kind to the daughter of the man who gave my mom the most painful death?! I am very attracted to her but I wish to keep it to that only because she is Rehan's daughter and if not hate then I am definitely not supposed to get attached to her!

I am sitting in the conference room witnessing some presentations made by the people who work with us. All of them have their focus on the lad giving the presentation except that Rachel. The nerve of her to stare at me without a blink that too when I am her fucking boss not some stripper who she is drooling over. She should just wipe the drool.

If not for her idiotic father who is one of the shareholders in my three most significant companies then I would have shown her the door so fast.
She did make a pass at me in the past maybe two times but I told her to watch her foot and if she can't then she knows where the door is.

She is a high standard wrench as far as I know. She keeps on offering me sexual advances But I always reject her as nothing in her can excite my testosterone levels moreover I can't afford to displease her father by dumping her after bedding her. I glared at her with a piercing sharp gaze to which she quickly averted her gaze and shifted it to the guy giving the presentation.

Finally the presentation got over and I gave my verdict which was that it could have been better and the guy promised to make the changes as soon as possible. I gave him tomorrow's deadline and told him not to show his face to me again if the presentation is not ready and consider himself fired. He shrunked in his seat and nodded. As everybody dispersed and even I got ready to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see who it was.

"Yes Ms Desouza something you want to tell me." I asked as coldly as I could.

She battled her eyelashes,"Ms Desouza?! Arjun, are we still not on first name basis?!"

I glared at her hard,"No we are not and I told you that I don't mix business with pleasure. Moreover even if you were not Mr Desouza's daughter, I wouldn't be interested in you. You are just not my type."

She closed up to me and tried to touch my face but I turned my head away, "What is your type then?! Trust me I am very versatile I can be whatever you want me to be."

The fuck you can!

I pushed her away,"No you can't and this is my last warning to you, stay the fuck away from me and last time you got saved by Mark but next time no one will be able to stop me from sacking you."

"I am sorry Ar..."She apologized but I could still feel the avarice for me in her tone.

"Sir! Call me Sir or call me Mr Mehra never take my first name because I didn't give you that permission." I stated as I stormed out.

I don't understand what is wrong with her, doesn't she have some pride or self respect?! I just hate that kind of women now I am such a hypocrite to say that when all my life I have been fucking women like that but I do not mix business with pleasure, do I?! Its just recently I have started feeling a strange kind of fetish for defying woman with brown eyes. I like my women very compliant and submissive or I use to like that kind of girls.

I want to have her and only her all the time, what the fuck is wrong with me?! I am not supposed to get attached to her! Period!

Rachel pissed me off to no end and if I fire her then I will lose her father too which we cannot afford at this moment. He is one of our allies in the business world as well as in the mafia community, he is trustworthy but his only weakness is that pain in the ass daughter of his. She could have simply joined her father's firm but because she wanted to come close to me, she expressed her wish to work under me stating she wanted to learn from me. He brought her lies and I don't understand how can any father be so stupid. If he wanted her to learn, he could have simply trained her himself or maybe marry her off to some business tycoon who will take care of everything as his daughter is incapable of doing so. Mark told me he had send her here so she could win me over and I will marry her in the end. As if I am a mentally retard to marry that plastic doll moreover I am already married but I have not disclosed that here yet.

I think I need to cool off before I go home so I decided to hit the club with Ashwaq, one of our trusted comrade.

I owned this club so as soon as we entered, the guards and the manager ran to us to greet us and offer their best hospitality. I entered inside with Ashwaq. Many girls in their skin tight dresses with their boobs bulging out gave us their fuck me hard smile.

Ashwaq still loves his wife very much so glancing over to other female is like a sin for him. He is with us for almost eight years now But never have I seen him bring a girl home. He just says his love for his wife is still strong and intact which will go only with him when he dies. I don't understand how he controls himself Anyways I give a damn about his personal life. As long as he gives me his best I don't care what he does in his personal life.

We went upstairs and I took a chair and sat on it. I relaxed myself arching my head back and closing my eyes and ordered for my usual which was a very strong drink. I think I will get just drunk so that I won't get this stupid thoughts about Radhika.

The bar tender gave me what I asked for. Five pegs down my throat and in my system, I hope Sam does not take my class when I reach home. I pray she is asleep that time.

I was going to lift the sixth one just than I felt an another hand holding it over mine. I turned to the person beside me. She passed me her salacious smile and I smiled back too a vicious one though.

Before I could react to her lustful flirting, She dragged me inside a room along with her. I was too high to protest. I wasn't that drunk to see double But still I was feeling tipsy.

The girl, I think she told me her name is Dana, I am not sure though or was it Deniz?!  She was hot and very fuckable, I could just fuck her hard from behind.

We kissed but my mind went back to my wedding which didn't mattered to me at all. All I remember was her, how beautiful she looked in that red lehenga and how much fun I had tearing that off her body at night. Her eyes, scared and full of tears and her protest, her screams, her pleadings to me to stop and how I tore into her virginity and took her over and over again. Her everything, every detail seemed to take full control of my mind. The way she looked at me today, the way she moaned, the way I made her moan, everything was perfect, just perfect! We were a perfect fit.

My eyes opened wide in shock!
I just can't do it! I am not even slightly aroused all I feel is a rude shock as if someone slapped me hard across.

Fucking Hell!!! This is not how it was supposed to be. Why am I not able to do this?! I have done this for along as I can remember in my life and now it is giving me cold feet.  Fucking different beautiful women is something I have done from the time I turned 18. What is wrong with me?!

I try to stare at this girl and get hard but I am miserably failing!

What the hell have you done to me Radhika?! Have you done some black magic on me?! I don't even know if such a thing exist but I actually am addicted to her and only her. No one else will do!

That girl again moaned as she buried her head in the crook of my neck and kissed me.

"What happened?!"

"Stop! I am leaving..." She silenced me by placing her lips on mine.

I pushed her away so harshly that she backed off and fell down," What the hell!"

"I told you to stop." I told her as the matter of fact.

She stood in my way and wrapped her arms  around my neck,"I don't understand what is your problem?! Common I love you..."

My blood boiled with rage, love is something which I hate to hear about. I think people just sugar coat their lust with this stupid word love. I pulled out my gun and aimed and pressed the gun in her stomach.

I pulled her hair harshly and whispered near her ear," You have the nerve to speak those words which I hate the most. You are as good as dead." I pulled the trigger and next moment she crashed on the bare floor with her eyes lifeless but still open.

It was her fault actually, I had pushed her away but she didn't let me go and she had to pay the price. I walked out with no regrets of my doing. I am a cold hearted Dark lord. I asked Ashwaq to dispose her off and later join me. He did what he was told to do.

I am not so affected by taking her life but I am absolutely affected by my lack of control over my ownself.
Something is wrong with me, I hate her, I hate her! That's it, I hate you Radhika and you don't mean anything to me, Do you?!