The Devil’s Desire: A Passionate Romance

by M. V. Kasi

  “My second kiss,” he growled, and kissed her until she could taste herself on his mouth.

  She moaned, her body quivering with the sensory overload.

  She could feel his long, thick and hard arousal against her stomach. If he decided to take her right then, she wouldn’t stop him. Even though she hated him, she wanted and needed him. She wanted him to fill the emptiness she felt deep inside her right then.

  Her heart pounded hard in anticipation and need while his body lay completely still on top of hers. Slowly, he broke the kiss and raised his head and watched her with a dark, intense look.

  She stared at his tense face. His cheekbones stood out sharply, and his dimples were nowhere visible. His hair was a complete mess because she had pulled it in passion. And most of all, his lips were wet with her passion.

  The throbbing need in her core intensified.

  He continued to watch her for a few more moments until, all of a sudden, he rolled away from her.

  Stunned, she stared at his broad back as he settled to sleep on his side of the bed.

  Slowly, the shock began to wear off. It was replaced by anger and outrage that began bubbling through her. She wanted to attack him and draw his blood and demand that he deliver on what his kisses had promised. She wanted him to finish the act, so the throbbing need inside her disappeared.

  But she also realized what that would mean. That would mean, she would have to completely surrender to the devil.

  CHAPTER 3 3

  “Can I get you anything else, sir?”

  Ignoring the air hostess’s suggestive tone and sultry smile, Shiv ordered another drink. “Scotch on the rocks.”

  With a small disappointed look, the air hostess left to fix his drink.

  Shiv was reminded of the times when he hadn’t hesitated to join the Mile High Club with beautiful air hostesses. The ring on his finger wasn’t the only thing to stop him right then, it was also the fact that he wasn’t interested.

  How could he be interested when he could still taste his wife on his tongue? Still feel his wife coming apart on his mouth. He wanted his wife and no one else.

  He remembered how it had taken an inhuman effort to roll away from Naina the previous night and pretend to fall asleep. Even though her body was primed to receive him, and she was desperate for him to take her, he knew she wasn’t mentally prepared. She didn’t allow him into her head yet.

  He wanted to wait until she lowered her mental barriers.

  Not that he wouldn’t use every resource available to him to break down those mental barriers she put against him.

  He smiled, thinking of a perfect way to begin.

  His smile turned darker in anticipation. He knew it was time to up the game with her. Time to make her crave him as much as he craved her.

  CHAPTER 3 4

  “This is for you, Naina.”

  “Thank you, Sitaram.”

  With her heart pounding in anger and anticipation, she took the small, neatly wrapped package from Sitaram’s hands. She decided not to open it even though the smell emitting from the package made her mouth tingle.

  Instead, she went into the bedroom and locked herself inside before pacing furiously in front of the glass wall.

  Shiv Jaipal had been gone for nearly a week, but the evil man kept the thoughts of him alive in her mind.

  As if I can ever forget him or the moments between us before he left!

  Her cheeks burned, and her body throbbed recalling what he had done. All week, she had woken up in the middle of the night with her heart pounding and her core pulsing after dreaming of him and his wicked mouth.

  The man was the devil.

  She couldn’t wipe the moments of those two kisses from her mind. And adding to her misery, he further tortured her and made his presence known by sending her gifts. All week she felt like she was being hunted. She felt like prey that was slowly and skillfully getting lured by the hunter.

  Had the gifts been expensive jewellery or something along those lines, she wouldn’t have cared much. But he sent her something entirely devious.

  He sent her chocolates and sweet delicacies from around the world.

  Each evening, she received a small packed parcel at the penthouse. She wanted to give them away to other people without even opening them, but she couldn’t resist. She opened them and got tempted by them.

  The devil somehow found out about her sweet tooth and was trying to tempt her using that weakness. And dammit, it was working!

  She even got occasional texts from a private number, asking her if she enjoyed the treat. There was even an outrageous request to take a picture or a video to show her enjoying the treat.

  She had of course not replied to any of the texts, even though it was obvious that she had read them all. She even tried to block the number a few times, but couldn’t because the number was private and also because she wanted to see how much more outrageous he could get.

  He was truly the devil. Despite everything, slowly and steadily he was making her fall for him again.

  It made her angry, nervous and frustrated, but most of all, it also made her scared.

  She missed the devil. She missed seeing him during dinner. She missed waking up snuggling into his warm body each morning. And most of all, she missed the rush of feelings she felt when he was around.

  She knew he was the devil. A bad man. A debauched criminal. Then, why did she bloody miss him so much? Was something wrong with her?

  Stockholm syndrome. She tried to blame it on the fact that he was her captor because of which she was developing unnatural feelings and attachment towards him.

  But he wasn’t holding her captive. She was free to attend classes. She even visited her mother more often. Then, why was she still missing him and hurrying home wondering if he was back?

  She knew if she continued with such feelings, it wouldn’t end well. She would turn out to be just like her mother, falling in love with a man who was no longer interested.

  Her chest ached imagining how it would feel being rejected by someone you loved.

  No! But you don’t love the devil!

  She knew for sure that she didn’t love Shiv Jaipal. But what if she did fall for him? Despite her misgivings towards men, he had managed to charm her when they met a year ago. What would happen if she once again became confused and mistook their strong attraction and desire for love?

  And when she finally escaped with her mother, would she spend the rest of her life wondering if she gave up the love of her life?

  She shuddered at the thought.

  She knew she couldn’t keep him at a distance. The man didn’t allow her to. The only way she could protect her heart was if she truly hated him when she left. And not just hate him, but also feel disappointed along with strong feelings of betrayal.

  She had felt those when she found out about his true identity, but those feelings were beginning to fade. So how can she make the devil disappoint her or betray her once again?

  A slow idea began to form. Her heart thudded, imagining the execution of that plan.

  Oh my God.

  Not only would her plan succeed in making her feel disappointed in him, she would also succeed in making him keep his distance from her.

  She wanted to make him be bored with her. She would make him lose interest because the thrill of the chase would no longer exist. She would make him disappoint and betray her by making him go on another chase and cheat on her with another woman.

  But for all of that to happen, she would have to first sleep with the devil.

  CHAPTER 3 5

  Shiv was at a meeting half way around the world when his phone buzzed with a text message. He glanced at it to determine if it was anything critical so he could go back to his meeting.

  But the moment he saw the caller ID, all his attention was pulled into the message.

  Naina: When are you coming back home?

  Shiv stared at the short message for a very long time. After what had happene
d between them the last time, he had expected Naina to fight their attraction tooth and nail. He was also prepared to wear her down slowly and steadily using whatever means he had at his disposal. He knew it wouldn’t be an easy task.

  Then, why was Naina texting him all of a sudden? What was his spitfire wife up to now?

  He looked up from his phone. “All right, gentlemen. I hope you come to a decision and let me know by this evening.”

  The men in the room looked at each other. “This evening? We hoped you’d give us time until the end of the week, Mr. Jaipal.”

  “Unfortunately, I can’t. Something urgent came up, and I have to travel back home. All I want you to decide is whether or not your government wants to buy weapons from me. It’s a yes or no answer. By the time I land in my country, I need that answer.”

  CHAPTER 3 6

  As soon as Naina entered the penthouse, she felt a blast of cold air and froze.

  The devil had returned.

  She had sent him a text that afternoon in between her classes, expecting him to reply with something suggestive, but she hadn’t thought he would return home within a few hours.

  Oh my God!

  Now that she had summoned the devil, she didn’t feel that confident about her plan.

  In fact, she was terrified. What do I do!

  She knew she didn’t have to go with her plan that night. She could bluff her way out and say she was being polite in asking him when he was coming home. But she knew he would see right through her bluff.

  Come on. Don’t be a coward. Do as you planned. Get him to take you and lose interest.

  She was an inexperienced virgin. Considering he was a man who was used to having threesomes and wild orgies, having sex with her just once might bore him to tears. He would leave her alone and never bother her again. He would be more than happy and maybe even give his blessing when she asked for a divorce as soon as she graduated. Maybe she wouldn’t even need an escape plan.

  Yes. There was no other way. I have to sleep with the devil.

  Her heart thudded as she went towards the hallway. Instead of going into the master bedroom, she went into the guest bedroom and took a quick, hot shower.

  She knew she was buying time. When she was unable to wait in the bathroom for the sheer nervousness, she stepped out. Drying herself, she wore the long, toweling robe she had kept ready in the bathroom.

  Oh God. What if I run into him half-naked in my robe?

  A part of her was still terrified and rebelled. She wanted her first time to be as boring and normal as possible. Her showing up naked under a robe was too suggestive.

  Just go and get it over with!

  Slowly, she padded into the hallway again and pushed open the door to the master bedroom. She almost sighed in relief when she didn’t see him inside.

  Maybe he hadn’t returned.

  But she knew he was back. She felt his presence.

  She hurried towards the closet and pulled out night clothes. She wore her usual, but after wearing them, she wondered if she should change into something sexier.

  No. Make it as boring as possible!

  Biting her lip, she waited.

  A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened with a soft click, and the familiar musky, masculine fragrance filled the room. Her heart thudded as she heard the closet door opening and then closing within a few moments. She knew he was putting on shorts.

  Barely a few moments later, she saw him. He paused momentarily and there was a slow, lazy smile. “Well. Well. Am I dreaming, or are you waiting for me instead of pretending to study?”

  Her cheeks burned. Sometimes, even when she didn’t have any assignments and didn’t have to study, she still held a book in her hands and waited until he settled on the bed and fell asleep.

  She didn’t know he knew about her pretence.

  “I… uh… I…” Her stomach quivered with nervousness.

  He raised a brow at her odd behavior.

  She took a deep breath and blurted out what she wanted to say. “I want to make this marriage real. I… want us to have sex.”

  She expected to see shock and satisfaction on his face for having won over her. But there was no such reaction. There was a momentary freeze, and something unreadable flashed in his eyes.

  She gasped when he rapidly closed the distance between them and grabbed her arm and pulled her up against him. And with his other hand, he fisted her ponytail until she had no choice but to face him.

  He searched her face, and whatever he saw, it slowly turned his face harsh.

  “You want us to have sex?” he asked.

  She was terrified, but she replied, “Y-yes.”

  His face turned even harsher. “Get into bed,” he bit out, letting go of her.

  Her heart thudding with uncertainty, she did as she was told. She got into the bed and waited for him.

  As she waited, despite her nervousness, she felt a reluctant desire knowing he would touch her and make her feel the mind-blowing pleasure like the last time. Her body slowly began to tingle in anticipation.

  Her breath caught in her throat when the lights in the bedroom shut off until there was a single nightlight in the dim setting. Her breathing fastened when he got into bed and moved closer, until she could feel the heat of his body behind her.

  “How do you want it?” he asked with his warm, moist breath falling on her ear.

  She shivered with awareness. His voice was deep and hypnotic.

  “Do you want it sweet and slow? Or rough and fast?”

  Her body trembled at the visuals that flashed in her mind. “I-I don’t know.”

  She gasped out loud when he touched her hand. Her heart thudded when his warm hand uncurled her tight, nervous fist. His calloused finger rubbed against the soft skin of her palm, making her skin break into goosebumps.

  Her breaths turned heavier as she waited in nervous anticipation. With every swipe of his rough finger on her palm, a throbbing need began to grow between her legs.

  There was a dark chuckle. “Your pulse is racing, and your breaths are fast and heavy. Is it fear or desire?”

  She shivered. “I don’t know,” she whispered honestly.

  There was another chuckle before he spoke again in a deep, hypnotic voice. “You don’t know, and yet here you are in our bed waiting to get fucked by me. Do you want to know what I think? I think you want me to fuck you, so you can hate me afterwards.”

  She was shocked by his anger and insight. “No. I—” She gasped when her nightdress was pulled up, baring her hips.

  “Don’t worry,” he continued to whisper darkly into her ear. “I’ll make you hate me. But not for the reasons you wanted.”

  “What are you going to—” she let out a cry when he held her fingers and brushed them between her legs, over her panties. Her breathing splintered when her fingers slid under the soft material and pressed against the secret bud between her legs.

  She let out a loud moan which sounded indecent to her own ears. She would have been horrified by that sound and her behavior under normal circumstances. But right then, all she cared about was the hard, pulsating need throbbing between her legs.

  “I tasted you with my tongue already,” his wicked voice continued to whisper in her ear. “I felt you explode in my mouth. But soon, I’ll feel you gripping me hard when I’m buried deep inside you.” His hips pressed into her back, letting her feel his arousal.

  His words sounded dirty and raw. They should disgust her and feel wrong. But a blinding pleasure began to build inside her. Her hips moved involuntarily against her finger.

  She moaned, unable to stop the blinding need from building within. Her eyes fell close, and strange images flashed in her mind—images of her naked and undulating on his bed, begging him for relief, holding his hand and making him touch her breasts and in between her legs.

  “Touch yourself, Naina. Pleasure yourself.”

  She heard his deep voice talking to her from a distance.

 
Confusion filled her mind even as pleasure continued to build up by the second. She felt his lips suck the soft skin on the side of her neck, making it sting in pain and pleasure.

  “Come for me, Naina,” he whispered with a dark, wicked voice before joining her finger with his and pressing his thumb on her hidden bud and flicking on it.

  She exploded.

  Harsh sounds escaped her throat as waves of pleasure hit her hard. She gasped and struggled to draw in breaths as pleasure took control over everything. The waves continued to crash blanking out everything in her mind for a long time until slowly, the tremors began to reduce in intensity.

  She didn’t know how much time had passed when she became aware of things once again. The room was silent with only the sounds of his harsh breaths against her ear.

  “Do you still hate me?” he rasped.

  She couldn’t answer. Her voice got stuck in her throat, and she felt too overwhelmed by what he made her feel.

  Suddenly, she felt the loss of the heat of his body when he moved away from her and turned to his side to fall asleep. Again.

  Her mind was blank with shock.

  Oh God. What did I unleash?

  CHAPTER 3 7

  “What happened?”

  At Pooja’s question, Naina frowned. “What?”

  “Something bit you on your neck.”

  Naina was horrified. Oh my God. The devil must have bitten me. It was the small sting I felt before I—

  She couldn’t complete her thought.

  She tried not to react or blush even though she was embarrassed. “Yeah. Must be an insect, and I didn’t realize it bit me.”

  Luckily, Pooja seemed to have believed her. Naina felt guilty once again lying to her friend, but it wasn’t like she had a choice. She couldn’t just blurt out she was married to a criminal whom she was trying to seduce, so she could hate him instead of falling in love with him.