Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

Chapter 29

JENNIFER'S POV

All of a sudden, he pushed me back against the pillar behind me. My eyes widened with because of that sudden movement. Then, he picked up the pencil lying nearby beside my notepad which I use to note different dance notations. He brought the pencil to his mouth and licked it in a damn sensual way. He bit it with his unhumanly white, sharp teeth as if biting my....no...some woman's lips. All this time, his dilated dark brown eyes did not leave my black ones. He had a hooded gaze on, and just one look at him and you could say he intended to do all those very sinful things to me with that very sinful mouth of his.

I tried to open my mouth and shout at him to maintain a good distance but he quited me by putting the pencil on my lips. And I don't know what befell on me, I obeyed.

He gave me one of his SSS ( Well... its his Signature Sinister Smirk for you) and began gliding the pencil from my forehead down to my tensed neck. He was too close to me, giving no room to think properly. I gasped when the pencil made its way within my top, between my breasts. The deeper it sinked inside my cleavage, the more I breathed heavily. Not able to restrain myself anymore, I let out a soft moan. At that act of mine, his jaw clenched and he closed his eyes as if he was commanding his brain to register and preserve that emitted sound like some treasure.

He came near my ear and whispered seductively," Sweetheart... what shall it be like... if this pencil is replaced by my finger?" I involuntarily closed my eyes and my head arched back, as if it was the most obvious action to do as a reflex mechanism.

"Damn you reflexes!" I thought mentally.

"Reflexes! Really?! Jenny darling...its you who is letting this happen... that too with a stranger!" Bellowed my subconscious. My brows twitched in confusion and then it dawned me what was happening with me....

I am damn sure I was rose-hued all over, by now.

That lust... no, longing... no, attraction... hell! Whatever it was, now it was replaced by fury. Pure rage!

I was furious, on the verge of letting the magma inside me erupt with full force. I opened my eyes and was glaring at him.

"Let me go!" I snarled as if denied then I would surely claw his face with my bare hands. He didn't leave me or move back. Still he was dangerously close to me and I was practically sandwiched between his sturdy chest and the pillar behind me. Moreover, he had the guts of pinning my hands over my head.

"I want to talk first!" Came a calm and measured response.

" I don't want to talk to you! About any damn thing! I think that was obvious." I snapped.

Firstly a stranger. On the top of it, forcing himself on me, then proposing me... NO! not even proposing me, ordering me to marry him!? Was this guy insane? Who does he think he is?

If in silence he looked terror, then in rage he seemed to be a brewing tornado. His jaw ticked at my refusal to hear him out. Nevertheless he tried again.

"Jenny, baby-" And that was the moment something snapped inside me. I slapped him hard. Although the skin reddened there, but his head remained there transfixed. No movement. At. All.

Who dies he think he is or I am to him!? I didn't give him the privilege of calling me Jenny. And that too with Baby? Fuck off Mr. Stranger! I scoffed.

Those brown eyes seemed to have developed whirlpools of yellow streaks in them as if hot burning lava found its way up to his beautiful eyes. I felt a hot and cold chills spread down my spine. But that didn't stop me from struggling in his iron grip. I kept fighting him.

"STOP!" He roared.

"What the hell do you want from me!?" I shouted.

"YOU!" came a blunt reply.

He is definitely insane and a sick monster-cum-womaniser! And I thought of seeking his help back then when I was being engaged to that Moron Prakash?!

The mere thought of him taking advantage of each and every girl he deemed as 'beautiful' made bile rise to my throat. I was disgusted.

And, to show my disgust, I did something completely unacceptable. I.SPAT.ON.HIM.

I literally spat on him. But seeing him, I felt my heart drum in fear and I tensed on thinking about the consequences.

He had a momentary shock on his face. Looking at his persona and style, it was clear that I had been the very first person in his life to have showed him defiance of this magnitude. But seeing a predatory promise of revenge marked on his sculpted features, I surprisingly quivered.

Not breaking the predatory stare, he wiped off the saliva from his face and.... slammed his lips on mine.

I was shell-shocked! Dominance, ownership, possession, punishment seemed to be radiating from the kiss. Although I had hate and anger tormenting my mind, still deep down my body a current of lust got generated. He was stealing my breath as his tongue plunged within my mouth as if rummaging inside. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I let out angry and frustrated sounds and tried to push him away or wiggle away from him but my hands were bent behind my back. I tried to bite his tongue or lip again but he had my jaw within his grasp keeping my mouth open. I was feeling and experiencing every dominant movement of his tongue within my mouth.

I finally gave up the struggle and the moment I went soft on his mouth, he bit my lips. Gently yet firm enough to make it bleed.

"Argh" I rasped softly breaking the kiss. He held my nape by his right hand and kept our foreheads joined to one another.

I raised my eyes to look at him. He had a dark satisfaction decorating his face on seeing my flushed face. He let out a small smile and spoke," This was for the love-cut you gave me in the Den, Sweetheart." I closed my eyes and sighed.

Then, I felt something slap my cheek gently. I opened my eyes and was left agast on what it actually was. He had an arrogant smirk and a challenging glint in his eyes.

"This is your reward for marrying me baby. And every week you shall be paid double the amount for staying with me!"

He drawled while pointing towards the bunch of notes resting on my cheek which he held by his hand.

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DHANUSH'S POV

Once added fuel, to the already dazzling fire standing in front of me, I wore a victorious and cruel smirk and straightened myself.

To say that offering her money to get married to me just made her hate me even more, would be like saying that the great, mighty Pacific was only slightly damp.

She had disgust radiating from her gorgeous eyes and anger oozing out of her stunning body.

I turned and made my way back upstairs leaving the ticking bomb in the basement behind me.

Suddenly, my Bluetooth ear piece chimed. It was Shiv.

"It was hot dude!" He said amused.

Did they see our fucking whole make-out session!? Damn you guys.

"You people can't handle keeping your eyes away from my business?" I said agitated yet with a smirk on my face.

"Well no. And the thing for which I actually called was that the lawyers are here. So make it quick now!" He informed.

"Yeah. I have done my job. Just need to wait a minute or two till she herself comes back to me!"

With that, the line went dead.

"No force in this world has the power of separating you from me Sweetheart! And that also counts you yourself..." I whispered as I made my way up the staircase.