( Hi readers it's second chapter I hope you all are gonna enjoy it )
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He doesn't know it yet...
But I already own him.
Saturday night. The hotel stank of mediocrity and air-freshener lies. I was seated there like a bored goddess watching ants scramble. My head ached from fake people and empty conversations.
Then that little bastard walked in.
Barely eighteen. Skin like velvet, arms toned from working-class struggle, jaw sharp enough to cut lies, and that smile.
Innocent. Calm. Clean.
I wanted to break him the second I saw him.
He passed me the bill, smiled that stupid soft-boy smile.
"Ma'am?" he said, tapping my shoulder.
That small touch?
It almost made me lose control.
I steadied my breath and composed my mask.
"How much?"
"150. Cash or UPI?"
I handed over ₹500 like it was nothing.
"Keep the change."
He turned.
And the little shit winked.
Not to flirt. Just—careless.
Unaware.
Unaware that he had just triggered a monster.
That wink said, "I'm not afraid."
And my entire body whispered back, "Then let me make you."
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I went home burning.
I gave the order.
His name. His number. His schedule. His habits.
Everything came to me within minutes.
He'd called a plumber that week.
I sent one of my men.
Not to fix pipes—
To make sure I could see him whenever I wanted. No corner of his life was private anymore.
And I watched.
That body. That smile. That unaware little prey.
I watched him hum to himself in the shower like a cartoon character.
So innocent. So untouched.
I wanted to corrupt that purity with every breath I took.
Every night, I lost myself imagining him—
…his voice cracking into a moan,
…his knees buckling under my hand,
…his will snapping like glass in my grip.
I wanted his world to revolve around me—his goddess, his curse.
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Tuesday arrived.
With one call, I had what I wanted: Room 202, waiting for him.
I left him a gift.
Something that carried me in it.
And when he took it, when it became a part of him—
I knew the game had truly begun.
I called him, smiling like the devil.
"How's the water taste?" I asked.
He stammered. Confused.
"Sweet… salty… thick… I don't know what's in this."
I bit my lip and whispered, "That was mine. And now it's inside you."
Click.
I hung up and let him spiral.
The panic. The trembling. The way he clutched his chest like his heart was about to break free.
I laughed in the dark, because fear looks so beautiful when it's fresh.
This isn't about love.
I don't want a boyfriend.
I want a ruined boy who crawls with tears in his eyes and calls me goddess.
I want him broken.
And even then… I'll still make him beg.