Before I could reply, he suddenly pushed his hand into my pants and panty, tracing my most intimate part. I gasped, my mouth falling open in shock at what was happening.

My breath quickened when his fingers traced my clit, teasing me slowly. I clutched his hand tightly on the desk, my eyes fluttering close as a mix of fear and unexpected pleasure surged through me.

His fingers parted my folds, he continues to tease and explore. I felt a mix of emotions — anger, fear, and surprisingly, a spark of arousal. My mind screams at me to stop him, but my body betrayed me shamelessly. He keeps flicking my clit and he intertwined his other hand fingers with mine on desk.

He tortured me until I can't take the pleasure, my legs trembling, sweat trickled down my forehead. His touch....oh god, he is making me lose my damn mind. I hated how my body responding to his touch, trembling with a desire I couldn't deny. He made me feel helpless, a prisoner in his touch. Finally, he stopped circling my clit, and I let out a sharp exhale, thinking he had stopped.

“Are you tired, baby?” he asked.

“Mhmmm...” I replied, breathless.

His tongue flicking out to lick my earlobe. “Aww, my baby is tired, huh. But... You think I'll stop baby? How naive you are.... I've only just begun,” he hushed in my ear.

Before I could grasp what he meant, he thrust one finger into me, fingering me with a sudden, forceful motion.

My eyes widened as a surge of sudden pain shot through my core, and he began to fuck me with his finger, the intrusion both painful and strangely intense.

I grasped his fingers with mine tightly and clutching the desk with another, closing my mouth and eyes, trying to ease the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure that flooding my body.

“Don't fucking close your eyes, baby. I want to see those big, round eyes and hear you moan my name,” he chuckled, pushing his finger deep into me.

He let go of my fingers on the desk and grasped my neck, not with a force of chocking me, but with a firm hold that sent a mix of fear and excitement through me.

I threw my head back onto his shoulder, biting my lip hard, unable to control the pleasure that surging through my body. I opened my eyes and looked at him with a slight pleading, hoping he would show some mercy. But he only smirked, a cruel smile, before kissing me fiercely. His tongue forced it's way past my lips, tasting and exploring my mouth with a hunger that left me breathless.

It felt very good, I closed my eyes to savour the pleasure he's been giving me, but suddenly he broke the kiss. I looked at him with confusion. But then I felt a warm, fluid motion in my pussy, as a sudden realisation hit me. The thought of my menstrual cycle flashed through me and I looked at him with panic, my face flushed with embarassment.

“P–Please, boss. I–I think my period had come.... remove... your hand..... pleaseee,” I pleaded, my eyes hoping for understanding.

He laughed looking at me, shaking his head, before finally removing his hand. I let out a deep breath but when I saw his hand, confusion washed over me. It wasn't the red of my menstrual cycle, instead, it was a white, viscous fluid. I furrowed my brows, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

“Aww, how naively innocent are you, baby? It's not your period, it's something more beautiful and natural,” he said.

“T–Then what.. is it?” I asked, my voice trembling with confusion.

“Baby, this...is your cum. The evidence that tells you belong to me. You see...this is how your body responds to me. Every drop proves that you're mine. Understand?” he said, looking at my lips.

“C–Cum? What's that?” I asked.

But he only chuckled then brought his fingers to his nose. I felt a wave of disgust washed over me as I watched him sniff his fingers.

I pushed him away, my hands trembling and I quickly knelt to gather my belongings, my mind racing with a mix of confusion and revulsion.

I rushed out of his office, without looking back at him and ran out of the firm in a daze, my heart pounding in my chest as I hailed the taxi.

I watched in amusement as she pushed me and ran away, my lips curving slightly. I didn't do anything to stop her because I know she can't escape from me. If she did, I'll find her wherever she ran, every corner in the world. I'll make the city upside down if she hides from me.

I brought my hand to my nose, inhaling deeply, savouring the scent of her essence. My tongue darted out, licking my fingers slowly, a moan escaping my lips as I relished her taste. I swallowed hard, flavour lingering on my tongue, sweet and sour, just like her.

I let my fingers go with a soft pop, a smirk playing on my lips as I thought of the way she ran away, her desperation only fueling my desire to possess her even more.

I'll make her my wife. I can't wait anymore. I want her, I want her so badly. She'll agree, right? She has to agree. If she doesn't, I'll make her agree at any cost. No matter what it takes, she'll be mine. She is mine, she should be mine, she was born for me, she'll die as my wife.

“Run..as much as you want, Aaradhya. In the end, you'll still end up exactly where you belong — in my arms. Even your breath belongs only to me. I'm not letting you go.....not till death and not even after it.”