PROLOGUE
I, Viha Malhotra, wanted Vardaan to own me— to tame me, control me, ruin me and fuck me so hard that the only name I remember is his. The only breath I feel is his— right on my bare dripping cunt. And the only sounds I hear are his slow grunts when he sees me squirm every time he degrades me.
The visible hate in his eyes towards me turns me on, he has already corrupted my mind and I cannot wait for the moment I feel him bare inside me for him to corrupt my soul next.
Vardaan Mehrotra is the bane of my existence.
I faked another gasp as my boyfriend attempted to curl his fingers but failed.
Shekhar had his fingers inside me, his sweaty head hidden on the nape of my neck breathing heavily, my back pinned to the wall of his opponent's locker room as he attempted to muffle my voice by covering my mouth thinking I'd be too loud moaning his name while my brain was chanting the mantra of a certain someone whose initial I hid in my Italian charm bracelet like my dirty little secret.
The door of the locker room opened and the eyes I closed— just so I didn't have to watch my boyfriend pretend that he was giving me the best orgasm of my life, flashed open.
Pushing Shekhar away in a rush, I quickly pulled down my skirt— looking flushed at the familiar complexion at the door.
Those grey eyes bore into my skin and the visible jealousy on his face that he tried to hide with disgust brought a wave of tsunami between my deserted legs.
There stood Vardaan Mehrotra, the captain of the Boston Bruins, a world-famous and 30-time Stanley Cup-winning NHL team, looking absolutely breathless with his hair wet and a towel wrapped around his neck while my eyes roamed around the jersey that hugged his body due to the sweat, outlining his huge biceps.
He took slow steps towards me and at every step I could see his lips muttering something, I'd trade all my Berkins in return for his secrets.
"Move" his deep cold voice burning into my skin Vardaan's 6'5 body frame towered over me as I had to crane my neck 180° just to look him in the eyes.
Even with my 5-inch louboutins he still made me look like a little kid around him and that was another reason why I loathed him at the same time it turned me on.
His big dick energy just pressed my nerves because even though he had the pleasure of watching me squirt while moaning his name, I DIDN'T SEE HIM NAKED 'yet', well not anything that the media or his calvin klein ad didn't reveal.
I stood still.
"Viha let's go"
I internally rolled my eyes at my sorry assed boyfriend, the only reason why I am dating him is because he's a chihuahua, cute to carry around in my arms, his useless leash dangling on my hand as I walk while he gets aws and pets from every lady in the town.
And even though I despised animals in general, I knew I always preferred a Dobermann over a Chihuahua any day.
I could feel his gaze on me and if stares could kill, Vardaan's would have put me 6 feet in the ground the moment the door to the locker room opened.
Shekhar left the room as his coach called him from behind—leaving me alone with him.
The man who had never let my thoughts breathe for a moment since our last encounter.
Vardaan took a step closer to me as my back hit the locker, his locker.
I could feel his hot breath fanning over my earlobe as the proximity between his lips and my skin kept on decreasing every second. My breath hitched as I clutched the handle of his locker tightly with my sweaty palms.
"Break up with him" he whispered.
"Why" The word barely left my mouth as a breath. I was going to break up with Shekhar anyway— I found out he was snacking on some puck bunny behind my back after he begged me to date him a week ago.
but I wouldn't mention that to Vardaan.
He gritted his teeth as he trapped my body between his arms.
"Because I said so Viha"
And the way he says my name, I bet if Vardaan lifted my skirt right now he'd find my bare pussy completely wet for him.
"Give me one reason why and I will."
Looking at how he flared his nose annoyed by my behaviour he banged his hand on the nearby locker muttering a 'fuck it' making me smirk in victory.
Checkmate.
His veiny hand came in contact with my neck, cupping my throat enough to make me feel a bit hazy in the head as he whispered these derogatory remarks in his sluttery voice that made me want to submit myself to him completely.
"Did you tell him that the wetness he felt on your bare tight pussy was because of me?" his hold on my neck tightened as I unknowingly arched my neck— wanting more of him, making him chuckle.
"That you were imagining my fingers deep inside your cunt instead of his while trying hard not to moan my name?" his other hand stood inches apart from the rim of my short tennis skirt—teasing me with his warmth.
"Tell me Viha did he make you cum the same way i did without even touching you?" his hand rested on my thigh, pinching it slightly making me see stars in broad daylight.
I gasped for a whiff, my chest heaving abruptly— I could feel my legs shaking and the ache between them just increased listening to his merry words.
I wanted to feel his fingers slip up my thigh,
Touch my core and bring heaven to me, I wanted to hear all those degrading words that circled in his brain and no matter how desperate I sounded, I wanted Vardaan Mehrotra to bend me on the bench, Smack my ass for letting someone else other than him touch me and ruthlessly take me right here, all bare.
"Speak Cara Mía or feline got your tongue?"
No, you did.
