Chapter 50: Under His Command

"Did I ask you to move away?" he questioned, which had her attach her lips to his again.

"Don't cry this time around," he warned before their flesh connected, and he closed his eyes

before intertwining his fingers in her locks and bringing her head closer to him. He pulled

her petite frame closer to him. Biting her lower lip, all of a sudden, he made space for her on

the table and sat her on it, all while their lips were connected. He wasn't letting her move

away. Not even an inch. She was restricted in her position with Shehryaar completely

jeopardizing her.

On the other hand, she was just a bundle of nerves. This demand wasn't new to her. He

made the same demand that night when she was not responding to his touches. He brutally

made her kiss him, and after that, she tried her level best to be active and not be so deadly.

His tongue was now exploring her mouth. He couldn't seem to get over her. He wanted this

intimacy to prolong as long as it could. He was aware of how nervous she was, but given his

prior warning, she wasn't letting any whimper out. It would angst him. Even the slight touch

or a light brush on his lips would get her hysterical. He had gauged out that she wasn't

afraid of him that much when he had a gun against her head but was more afraid when he

initiated the proximity between them.

The very first day, she caught his eyes, and he had killed Rafay only because he tried coming

near something that he already had his eyes set on.

Her tiny fists tapping against his chest reminded him that she was getting out of breath, but

he didn't want to stop. Stepping between her legs, he leaned on her, which instantly made

her hands land on the table as she put her weight on them. Placing his hand beside her leg,

he removed the clip that bound her hair and opened her long silky locks before massaging

them.

She was having a hard time breathing now, which made her kick her legs, but he wasn't

budging. He was practically leaning on her as she was sitting while he stood, and he wasn't

letting her pull away to take a breath because his hand was maneuvering her head. He

wasn't letting her go; rather, he pressed his head more against hers and ate her lips up

while his tongue explored her mouth. She tried to inhale through her nostrils, but the air

supply wasn't sufficient to fulfill her body's need for oxygen.

A sob gurgled in her throat out of helplessness. Her head was feeling light now, and as she

felt dark circles coming in front of her eyes, he pulled back after kissing her hungrily.

She coughed violently and, at the same time, tried to take deep breaths. She looked as if a

fish deprived of water as her hands shivered badly and moved in the air while she tried to

take deep breaths.

It must have been a few seconds when he had given her some moments to breathe when he

kissed her again. She was at the verge of crying. This kiss was torture as her insides were

burning, nor did she get enough time to take a deep breath properly.

He again pulled back, and after giving her a few seconds, he repeated the same ordeal. By

the end, she was breathless and lightheaded.

"Would you let him near you?" he questioned, pulling back from her, and she knew he was

done.

Her dizzy mind was not able to conjecture anything as she mindlessly shook her head in the

negative.

"Do you get me?"

She nodded again.

"Move your tongue."

"Yes," her lips shivered while she answered.

His thumb moved and traced her brow as his eyes were focused on her perfectly shaped

brow. "If you were my wife and were seen as much as an inch near a man, then for sure he

must be dead, but as for you, I'm unaware of the limits that I could go just to teach you a

lesson in that case. You ain't my wife yet, but I've my eyes set on you, and I know how to

take care of my things."

"Now," he uttered, "for the reason I've called you," he walked to his chair and got a file and

his laptop.

"Get off of the table and come to me," he commanded, and she got to his side of the table.

He showed her a file and asked her to make a number of analyses on it and some office

work. She told him she couldn't understand the file properly when he dragged a chair for

her and made her sit on it before explaining it to her.

She couldn't understand the switch in his personality. At one time, he gave her vibes of a

cold mafia boss, while the other time, he was a professional businessman. Though, she felt

her heartbeat accelerating on either of these two faces of him. While he would tell her about

some business-related terms and look at her, she could feel her knees buckle even when she

was sitting. Whenever his eyes would meet hers, hers would go down.

For some reason, she couldn't match his gaze. It would make her stop her breath.

"When the planning is rightly done, there's no need to rush," he concluded, and she nodded

as if she were some student and he, a teacher.

"Thank you. I'll have it done."

"Good. Now you may go."

"Umm... c-can I go home now?" she asked for his permission.

"No. Start working on this file now. I want you to submit it to me before going home."

She looked at him, horrified.

"But that's a lot of work."

"I don't care, but you won't go home until you finish it. Now get your laptop from your

room, sit in front of me on this table, and start working."

"But I can-I can do it in my room as well."

"Do as I say," he shortly answered and began to do his own work, ignoring her paled face.