Myra's head thrashed against the pillow, her fingers digging into his muscular shoulders as she let out a broken, high-pitched moan. "Reyansh... please..."
Please what?" he growled against her skin, not stopping his assault. He moved to the other side, his teeth grazing her lightly, making her hips jerk uncontrollably. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to make you forget you ever belonged to anyone else?"
"Don't stop," she sobbed, her body arching off the wet silk to meet him.
He was relentless. He sucked and teased her until her breath came in short, panicked gasps, her vision blurring at the edges. Every time she thought she couldn't take any more sensation, he increased the pressure, his hands moving down to her thighs to pin her open, making sure she felt every ounce of his dominance
"You're mine, Myra," he growled against her skin. "Start to finish."
He reached for the nightstand, his movements efficient and focused. With the snap of a condom, the finality of the contract felt real. He didn't go straight for the core; he was a man who enjoyed the torture of anticipation.
He started with the curve of her hip, his length pressing against her skin, marking her with his heat before finally, with a heavy, rhythmic thrust, he filled her completely. Myra's back arched, her fingers digging into the silk sheets as a shattered cry escaped her.
"Reyansh!"
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice a low vibration she felt in her very bones. He began to move, his pace relentless and deep, a primal cadence that left her gasping.
He was a predator in every sense. Between his heavy thrusts, he leaned down, his teeth grazing her collarbone, her shoulder, and then lower, marking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with small, stinging bites. Each nip was a claim, a physical signature that she was no longer the woman who had walked into the club crying over a boy.
When he reached his limit, he pulled back, but he wasn't done with her. Driven by a dark, possessive urge, he moved her, the power in his arms effortless
"Open," he whispered, his eyes dark with a demand she couldn't refuse.
He took her again, this time his pace slow and agonizingly deep, forcing her to focus only on him, only on the way he dominated her space and her senses. By the time the sun began to peek over the Mumbai skyline, Myra was a hollowed-out shell of her former self—broken, rebuilt, and utterly branded by the man who was now her boss, her owner, and her most dangerous addiction.
Chapter 7: The Aftermath of Ruin
The sunlight hitting the white marble of the penthouse was blinding. Myra groaned, trying to shift under the silk duvet, but a sharp, localized ache shot through her lower back and thighs. Her breath hitched. Every muscle in her body felt like it had been re-wired by Reyansh's touch.
She tried to sit up, but her legs felt like lead. The memory of his weight, his teeth, and the relentless rhythm of the night before flooded back, making her face heat up.
"Don't try to move, Princess."
The deep voice came from the doorway. Myra looked up to see Reyansh, already dressed in a black silk robe, holding a tray. He looked unfairly refreshed—like a man who had just conquered a kingdom, not a man who had spent the night dismantling her.
"I... I have to get to the office," Myra rasped, her voice sounding like she'd been screaming. " I can't be late."
You aren't going anywhere," Reyansh said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He set the tray on the nightstand—fresh fruit, coffee, and a small glass of water with two pills. "I've already told HR that my Lead Architect is working remotely today due to an 'injury
Myra's eyes widened. "An injury? Reyansh, they'll suspect
"Let them suspect," he interrupted, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out, his fingers tracing a dark, purple mark on her shoulder where he had bitten her. His eyes darkened with satisfaction. "I was a bit... thorough last night. It's my responsibility to ensure you recover."
He picked up a piece of fruit and held it to her lips. When she hesitated, his eyes flashed. "Eat. You need your strength if you want to survive me tonight."
Myra took a bite, her heart fluttering. As he adjusted the pillows behind her, his touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the predator he had been hours ago. For a moment, she forgot the contract. She forgot the revenge.
She watched him walk back toward the window, pulling out his phone to join a conference call. He was back to being the CEO, commanding millions with a single word, but he remained in the room, his eyes constantly drifting back to her.
She watched him walk back toward the window, pulling out his phone to join a conference call. He was back to being the CEO, commanding millions with a single word, but he remained in the room, his eyes constantly drifting back to her.
She was his prisoner, his distraction, and his obsession. And as the pain in her body began to dull under the warmth of his gaze, Myra realized the "ruin" she had asked for was only just beginning
THE GENTLE CEO? 🥺 Myra literally can't walk and Reyansh is out here serving her breakfast in bed. I am officially melting! He's so possessive he won't even let her go to work if she's in pain. and Marks": He's literally marking her as his. How is she going to hide those hickeys when she finally does go back to the office?Like it ? Add to library!Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.