“So perfect.” His warm tongue licked at my slit, tasting me. I moaned at the contact. He moved lower to my clit and massaged it. My body responded instantly, tensing as it chased its climax. He continued to work me, sending me screaming as I fell over the edge.
Before I had a chance to recover, he slammed his cock into my me. I was still so sensitive from my release, and the feeling was too much for me to handle. He pumped hard into me, slapping his balls against my clit.
“I can’t,” I pleaded with him to give me a break.
He pulled out of me.
“Thank you,” I panted, grateful for his mercy.
I felt fingers return to my slit. He smeared my cream upward, to my hole. He massaged around my crack and slipped a finger inside. I knew what he was planning. “No, I’ve never done that before.”
“Relax, jaan.” He kneaded my cheeks to get me to obey him.
His dick was so big, I knew it couldn’t fit inside of me. My ass was virginal. I had never done anal before and had never had the desire to. I had heard stories about how much it hurt.
“Please, don’t,” I begged again.
He kissed my ass cheeks gently and fondled my nub with his fingers. I got lost in pleasure again, feeling myself near orgasm once more.
Without warning, he pushed the tip of his cock into my ass. It burned. I was too small. He was too big. It was all too much.
“Do you trust me, Amelia?” he asked.
I would always trust him, even if I thought he was a jerk at times. He had never misled me before, and I knew in my heart he wouldn’t do it now.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He pushed harder. I was so tight that I thought my muscles would push him back out. He remained slow and steady, feeding me more of his fat cock. He groaned when he was finally balls deep, then halted to give me a moment to adjust to his size.
He started to slowly move, rocking into me. My muscles relaxed a little more with each stroke, and the burn slowly turned into something different—yearning.
He picked up his pace as I loosened around him. His hand snaked around to my clit, rubbing circles to give me the friction I desperately needed.
I was losing my mind with the sensations I felt.
He slammed into me hard, making my hips jerk forward from the force. “Who owns this ass?”
I couldn’t form words; all I could do was feel.
He yanked on my ponytail, pulling my head back. “Say it. Who owns this sweet fucking ass?”
“You do!” I screamed.
“Remember that from now on. This. Ass. Is. Mine.” He pumped into me so hard that I thought I would split in half.
“Please,” I begged again—and not for him to stop.
He slipped two fingers into my pussy as he continued his assault on my ass. I felt so full.
“Fuck,” I screamed, feeling my orgasm within reach. His cock stiffened inside me.
“Babe,” I cried out again as he pushed me over the edge, sending me exploding like fireworks.
He followed me, shooting his hot seed into my ass. We collapsed onto the bed together. I lay flat on the bed, with my legs wide and his dick still in me. I could feel his heart pounding against my back.
When we caught our breaths, he pulled out of me and untied my hands. My wrists had red marks from the belt cutting into my skin. He grabbed them and rubbed them out, kissing each of them to ease the burn.
He held my face in his hands and pressed soft kisses to my lips, so different from how he had just treated me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“Did it hurt?”
“A little. But it felt better than I thought it would.” I hadn’t thought I would ever enjoy anal, but I had.
He got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, probably to clean up. He returned minutes later and took my hand. He led me to the tub, where he had prepared a bubble bath for me.
He climbed in and helped me inside. My ass felt sore as I dipped into the water. I lay on him with my back against his chest.
“The bath will help with the soreness,” he said as he pulled my hair loose from the hair-tie I wore.
With the gentlest hands, he set to cleaning me with a washcloth. When he was this considerate and soft with me, he made my heart feel things.
“I like it when you’re this gentle with me,” I admitted with my eyes closed, enjoying the tenderness.
“You don’t like it when I’m rough with you?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“I do, but this soft side of you is different and I don’t see it often.”
He let out a sigh. “I’m not a gentle man, Amelia. But you make me go from raging mad to calmer than I’ve ever been with no warning.”
“You don’t need to worry about Blake. I’m not interested in him.” I sighed, relaxing into the warm water.
“I know you aren’t. But I don’t trust him. You are mine,” he said firmly, as if to remind me of his ownership.
“You can’t expect him to know that when we keep our relationship quiet,” I said, my tone serious.
He considered my words. “You know my reasons for that. However, I am only seeing you. And I expect the same from you.”
I understood why he didn’t want to commit. It still hurt deep down, but his reasons were honorable. I was okay with this type of monogamy for the time being. “I know. I’ll talk to him.”
The water grew cold, so we got out and wrapped ourselves in warm towels. He left the bathroom to dry off and change. I stayed to wash my face and brush out my wet hair. He had left one of his t-shirts on the counter for me. I pulled it over my nakedness. It was way too big on me, but the material was soft and smelled like him.
He was already in bed when I returned to the bedroom, the covers drawn up to his waist. His broad chest was bare as he lay back, checking his phone. I moved to the other side of the bed.
A small red box sat on the pillow. My eyes flashed back to Shyam in question.
“Happy birthday,” he said, smiling as he set his phone down on the side table.
I picked it up and pulled off the lid. Inside was a large pendant—a cobra. It was made of white gold and looked like it was slithering upward in the box, just like the one on his ring. Diamonds glittered along its body. It hung on a delicate white-gold chain. The eyes were made of black diamonds. It was such a beautiful piece of art.
He took the box from my hands, pulled out the necklace, and unhooked the clasp. I sat on the bed and pulled my hair to the side so he could put it around my neck.
“Only Jai and I have rings bearing our family crest. But you’re an important part of our team now. You are one of us.”
I really was. My vendetta against Tarun felt personal. Anyone who hurt Shyam, hurt me. And I wanted revenge, too.
I turned to him and clutched the pendant in my hand. “We’ll find him. I promise.”
He moved closer to me, appreciation for my sincerity shining in his eyes. “I know.”
He kissed me softly, giving me everything I would ever need from a man. We thanked each other using our mouths. I thanked him for being in my life, and he thanked me for sticking this through with him.
We spent the next hours enjoying each other’s bodies. He took his time with me, since I was sore from earlier. He slowed everything down, just like I had told him I liked, showing how much he appreciated me, until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
After a few hours of sleep, the first few hints of morning light shone through the window. I was curled into Shyam’s side, with my leg hiked over his body. I lazily opened my eyes and watched his beautiful face as he slept. He was so relaxed and beautiful—at peace. His hair was mussed from my fingers grabbing it all night long. All the intensity from his face was gone. His breathing was slow and steady.
My heart felt full when I was with this man. I couldn’t imagine ever leaving him. When we parted ways after completing this mission, I would miss him with all my heart. Things had changed between us.
I felt for the necklace he had given me. My teammate. My partner. This gift would always be a reminder of what we had once meant to each other, long after we were over.
XXIX. Amelia
It was the night of the Sethi Tech Annual Holiday Party. The lobby of the building had been transformed into a magnificent banquet hall with fine linens and waitstaff who greeted employees with trays of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. Live jazz music played on a stage at the center of the space. The giant Christmas tree that had been erected for the season glittered with hundreds of twinkle lights, setting the mood for a beautifully festive event.
All employees were welcome to attend—everyone from janitors to the most-senior board members. It was the Sethi brothers’ way of thanking their staff for working hard all year. Everyone looked fantastic and more relaxed than during work hours. Laughter and small talk filled the room over the music. The vibe was carefree and cheerful.
I had decided on a sleeveless gown that skimmed the floor. It had looked unassuming on the hanger in the store, but wearing it, it hugged my curves perfectly. The deep-red color, almost the shade of blood, brought out my green eyes. The neckline scooped a little low, showing a hint of cleavage. And when I walked, it revealed a deep slit that reached the top of my thigh. I had paired them with some strappy black heels, figuring there would be minimal walking involved at this party, so I could power through the night with something a little high on my feet.
My hair was in loose waves, draped over one shoulder. I felt like a bombshell. Shyam hadn’t been able to keep his hands off me on the ride here. I knew I’d be going home with him tonight, so I had packed a bag of clothes for tomorrow. He’d seemed glad when I had handed the driver an overnight bag, instead of looking nervous about us getting too close.
I stared at him across the room, talking to some of the other board members. He looked like James Bond in his black Armani suit and crisp white shirt. He was much taller than the other men in the group. Even deep in conversation, he managed to ooze sexiness and confidence.
I studied him as he moved his forefinger to his top lip as if deeply considering what one of the men was saying. His ring shone from a distance. I fingered the necklace he had given me; I hadn’t taken it off since. It meant a lot to me that he considered me to be a partner in his search for Tarun.
I suddenly remembered to check the progress of the decryption on my phone. Jai had set up the coordinates to be decrypted using the most common method of decryption. He assumed that Tarun would have used symmetric encryption to encode the coordinates of where the photo of Salena had been taken.
Everyone used symmetric encryption these days. It was more secure, thus making it more difficult to crack. That was why it took a long time for the decryption software to cycle, and it still hadn’t found a result. It was virtually impossible to decrypt, even with the most advanced and powerful computers. It could be months before we cracked the coordinates, if at all.
On a whim, I had decided to try an older decryption method from the seventies, one that no one used anymore. It had fallen out of favor in tech security because it could only encrypt small amounts of data. However, the coordinates were small pieces of data, so it was worth a try.
I had set up the software a few days ago, and it had been cycling since. I hadn’t bothered with permitting notifications to be sent to Shyam or Jai.
I logged into the app, to check on the status. No match yet.
“Bored already?” Jai walked up to me, looking like a model in his suit. His appearance was usually more relaxed than his brother’s, as he opted for jeans and t-shirts. Even though he was dressed up tonight, he had kept some of his trademark style—no tie and loosened top buttons.
“No, I was just checking the status on the decryption software,” I said, tucking my phone back into my clutch.
“I really doubt he would be using older encryption methods, but maybe he’s just trying to fuck with us,” he said in a low voice so that no one could overhear us.
“Maybe. But I figured it would be practically no effort for us to at least try,” I said.
“I agree. Any results yet?”
“Nothing. The cycle has six more hours before it starts over again.” At least we would find out soon if it had worked or not.
“That’s not long at all. Well, maybe something will surface.”
I hoped it would. “What are you doing here, anyway? No cute girls around?” I nudged his arm with my elbow.
“Nah, I can’t dip in the company ink,” he said, giving me a sly smile.
“Has that ever stopped you before?” He was the biggest playboy, and owning his own company was the biggest playing field he could have asked for.
“Careful. You know who signs your paychecks.” He winked at me.
“Richard from Accounting?” I teased.
He pointed at me, flashing his most charming smile. “You’re too smart for your own good, Becker. Come dance with me.” He extended his open hand to me.
I took him up on his offer. “Sure.”
He led me through the crowd to the front of the stage and twirled me around to an upbeat tune. It was fun letting loose with Jai. We had become like family in such a short period of time. He was easy to like.
The song ended and we stood facing the band, clapping.
“Mind if I cut in?” a familiar deep voice asked from behind me. I turned to see the most handsome man in the room grinning at our dance performance.
“Be careful. This one’s a wild one.” Jai bent over, pretending to catch his breath. “I think I need to rest now.”
Shyam slipped his hand around my waist. “I’m familiar with her wildness,” he said to his brother.
Locking our hands together, we swayed to the music. The band played a slow, romantic song that matched the energy between us. The entire company was probably looking at us, but I didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter what anyone thought. I just wanted to feel this moment—remember it forever.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he said in a voice smooth like liquid velvet.
“Back at ya, babe.” I winked. He loved whenever I called him by his pet name.
He seemed stunned. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called ‘beautiful’ before.”
“Well, it’s about time, because you are. You’re an amazing person.” I moved closer into him, holding him tighter.
He blinked a few times, as if trying to come up with a response, but stayed silent. My compliment had affected him. I was sure he knew how handsome he was from the way women fawned over him, but I thought he was beautiful inside too.
He spun me and dipped me before pulling me back into his body.
“Everyone’s staring at us,” I said, looking around the room and noticing pairs of eyes glued to us.
“Let them stare.” He was completely unaffected by our growing audience.
“You don’t mind that they’re seeing their boss get cozy with an employee?” I asked in surprise.
“You’re not just an employee to me.”
My heart raced hearing his words. I stared deep into his eyes, seeing clearer than I ever had before.
“Jaan,” he continued, “you are more special to me than an employee. You distract me during the day and make me hungry for more through the night.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. I sighed at his touch, parting my mouth to let him in. He deepened the kiss, tasting my tongue with his. As he pressed himself into me, I felt how much his cock loved our kiss.
“Let’s get out of here,” he growled.
“But we haven’t even had dessert,” I whispered, keeping my lips close to his.
“That’s exactly what I want to do…at home,” he said against my mouth.
I wouldn’t turn down hot, steamy sex with a gorgeous man. “Lead the way,” I said eagerly.
“Give me five minutes. I need to say goodbye to some people first,” he said, pressing another quick kiss to my lips before walking off.
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p; I felt like a giddy teenager with how my belly fluttered in excitement. My body craved sex nightly from this man, and it was ready for it right now.
I pulled my phone out again to check my messages while I waited for him. My decryption app had one notification. One result found. I stared at my screen in disbelief. Logically, I knew that this could be a false positive, but there was no way to be certain without checking the details, which I couldn’t access from my phone.
I looked across the room. Shyam was busy talking to the head of Research and Development. I could just pop into my office and check the summary details, then return before he ever realized I was gone.
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