IV

“Aren’t you here because I should do whatever comes to my mind with you?” He asked her, not showing his annoyance. He did not even look annoyed. It was just he wanted to confirm her and listening to her was the most important before doing anything and then regretting after. He did not want to make any mistake, especially when he could see she looked too young for such things. He literally could see her through her makeup and guess she was young. Younger than the women around her. 

“I-I’m… please… sorry,” come hell or high water, she managed to form the words. She was so drowned in fear that she could not even speak to him. The expected result of putting forward her point was giving her goosebumps. Eliseva had said not to do any such nonsense that would make the man do very bad things to her. Things like rape. 

But she also found it necessary to keep her word. Because she wanted the man to stop and have mercy on her. Anyway, no one gets anything without trying. Who knows that the man standing in front of her could understand her point? 

“Sorry for what?” He arched his bold brow, looking down at her. She looked so scared. Scared like a kitten. Or like a small flower trying to stand under a storm. Seeing her, maybe even a demon could have pity. 

She gulped hard at the depth of his voice. His voice made her shiver right on her spot. He was intimidating, no doubt, but answering him was as important as breathing right now. She tried to speak, “...b-because I don’t want you to t-touch me,” but stammered so horribly in front of him. 

“But it’s your duty to fulfill my desires, isn’t it, princess?” 

She frowned, listening to the nickname he was using for her. A beautiful one but totally different from her situation. Princess? And she? What an irony! 

She gulped hard, his words were right. She was sent here only for the purpose of pleasing the men here so backing away was not in her wishing list. She felt bad from the bottom of her heart, she was sympathised by her situation. Look where she is stuck! 

Clearing her throat, she answered him, “But I… I never wanted this. They forced me into this a-and they forced me to c-come here. P-Please, Sir, let me go. I’m… I’m just s-seventeen.” Her hands clasped as she pleaded to him, literally holding an ounce of mercy from him. Wish he would grant!

 He frowned as her words seemed to work on him. He could not believe the girl was just seventeen because she looked more mature than that. Probably because of make up and the revealing dress she wore? Could be. Because her innocent behavior told him she was literally out of this world. Young, but mature. Innocent but desirable. 

“You’re seventeen?” he asked for confirmation if he did not hear her right. She nodded frantically, seeing it as a ray of hope. Maybe he was trying to get the point and maybe he would let her go. 

His eyes could catch the hope shimmering in her eyes. She was really hoping for some mercy from him. 

Literally seventeen? But he wanted to devour her. She gave him pain in his hardness. He was hard for her and wanted to ease this irritation but she was fucking seventeen! All his desires began to wash away as if in water. 

So what to do now?

He was not one of those people who would force a girl child. Under him, every woman forgets herself and just gets lost in him and at the moment, the girl standing in front of him, wanted to run away from all this. 

Of course, she did not know about the pleasure she would get from all this. He could also guess from her that she had not slept with anyone before today. Meaning she is still a virgin. And she should remain a virgin till the age of eighteen. 

So what now? His inner self disturbed him once again. But the decision was clear. He knew what he had to do. 

He seemed to think for a moment and in another second, he came with another question, “When will you be eighteen?” 

Now she was troubled by a new question. He wanted to know from her about the month in which she would turn eighteen, which simply meant that his plan was to come after crossing eighteen years of hers. 

So how can she save herself now? 

Because whatever the age, she did not want to be a participant in this sin. And to protect herself, she could not even tell a lie because it is a sin to tell a lie. There was sin on both sides. Which path should she choose?  

So what should she do now in the midst of sin? She did not want to call him by telling the truth. For her, her virginity was her gem.  

“Hazel?” his velvety voice came out, her name was wrapped into it. It grasped her attention as she looked up at him, still fear visible in her eyes. Not only fear but also pain was now visible in her eyes. She was in a deep dilemma. And the man standing in front of her was the reason for this dilemma. 

He patiently asked, “I asked you something?” His eyes suddenly held concern because the pain in her eyes was not liked by him. 

“N-Next y-year,” she bit on her tongue, squeezing her eyes shut and looking down because she lied. That lie made her heart skip a beat. It was the first time she lied to someone. She never lied till now. And by lying, she could not look into his eyes. Her eyes immediately grasped guilt along with fear and pain. How many emotions was she going to feel tonight? 

She had only three months left to turn eighteen. In the next three months, she would be eighteen and she had told him her first lie by naming the whole year.  

I am sorry, God. Please forgive my sin! She begged silently, hoping God would understand and yeah, He would definitely understand her. She did not lie in jest, or to hide her sin. 

“In May?” His eyes squinted a bit, flashing danger. 

She quickly nodded, not even realizing that he was testing her.  

“But it’s June, princess…” he smirked and her eyes widened. 

Did he catch her lie? She swallowed hard, regretting her quick and reckless reactions. The rush to escape was about to overwhelm her. What if he sensed she was lying to him? Will he force her? No! She shook her head and her eyelashes became wet as her eyes overflowed with tears. She was on the verge of losing tears, realizing even her lie did not help her. Well, lies never help someone. 

“I can understand that you must’ve done this in panic.” His voice came out reassuring. 

Finding another door to her escape, she nodded to him, but carefully this time. The man standing in front of her was clever. She must think twice before doing anything, otherwise she will ax herself on her leg. 

“Fine then, I won’t fuck you for now,” he assured her, earning a satisfied look from her. She was relaxed now, believing his words because he seemed serious. His eyes were enough to become the witness of his words. She thanked God for saving her from this man. She literally felt like getting on her knees and telling a thank you to God but she was scared of the man in front.  

He found her enjoying what she got. A little amount of satisfaction that he spared her this time. He smirked, seeing her heaving a sigh of relief as if she passed the hardest test in her life. But in reality, that is just the beginning of her upcoming tests, which are going to be more and more hard. 

She had no idea how life takes tests. People try to run away in fear and here her life was on the edge of the first, which means that the upcoming tests were going to be very difficult. 

Suddenly, he moved closer and leaned down to whisper into her ear, “...but I’ll wait for you to turn to be eighteen so I can fuck that virgin pussy of yours,” as his hot breaths fanned her neck. 

His proximity was holding her breath. Just now she came out of a glimpse of trauma and he was behaving in an inappropriate manner with her. His words were shameless, sheer naked like a human, which made heat creep onto her cheeks. 

She gulped hard but a lick on her earlobe made her flinch. It sent a shiver down her spine, current running into her veins. But she stayed still, fisting her skirt and waiting for him to withdraw himself but he started kissing her neck. She did not expect that! 

Another current ran down her spine when his hot mouth latched onto the skin of her neck, planting open-mouthed kisses on it. They were gentle and soft, but mind-freezing as well. She did not want it to go further. Maybe he just forgot his words? 

Her trembling hands raised and she put the palms on his hard chest, to push him away as she was feeling utterly uncomfortable. She applied a little pressure but he swiftly grabbed her wrist and pinned it behind her back while his other hand pulled down the strap of her bra top. Now she was convinced that he had forgotten his given words to her, otherwise he would not be kissing her and doing other। inappropriate things.  

“N-No, sir, please don’t do this,” she hurriedly said, trying to push him away with her free hand. She was not ready to give up, but he did the same with her free hand and started kissing on her shoulder which had no strap on it. His hold around her delicate wrists suffocated her skin, turning them blue. His hold was firm and surely hurting. She did not complain about that, all she worried about was her dignity. She did not want to lose it! 

“You should thank me that I’m not fucking that virgin cunt of yours,” he growled and sucked harder on her shoulder, probably leaving a mark behind. That suck was like a vacuum as well as embarrassing her to the core. 

Tears welled up in her eyes because of this humiliation. His words clearly insulted her, rolling out shamelessly. She felt used, a toy for his sinful desires. The pieces inside were shaking vigorously as if on the verge of breaking, while her soul trembled, not wishing to believe the man anymore.  

His mouth backed away before giving that spot a lick. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, facing the floor in embarrassment. She was burning due to shame, his touches still lingering all over her skin. 

But as he did not move his body away from her, she could feel his clothed body grazing against her almost naked ones. For a moment, she did not know what he was doing, but he stayed rooted to the place without touching her, according to her alert senses. Her breathing calmed slowly and tears stopped flowing down her eyes but she did not dare to look at him. She was still scared, then it did not matter if a bit of relaxation met her throbbing mind. She never wanted to look into his eyes because she knew she would not be able to compete with him in the staring contest. 

His aura was intimidating and his eyes could hypnotize someone to do whatever he wanted to. To look into his eyes meant to push yourself into those fiery flames. The amber orbs could manipulate anyone. 

“Hazel, open your eyes,” he commanded, his।voice turning low but gruff. He did not sound fine at all, the proximity terrifying her. She slowly parted her wet eyelids, only to look up at him and get more intimidated by his look. 

“You can sleep here until you leave for your place,” he added, earning a confused as well as surprised look from her. Was he serious? 

Seeing her puzzled, he gestured towards the bed on her left side. She followed his gaze but did not move. 

Even though the man told her that he was not going to do anything, she could never believe a man’s intentions. Not especially after knowing her mother’s past as how she was kicked out by a man after getting pregnant and then rejected by him. 

Never! It takes seconds to change their decision. Plus, she can never forget how men cheat and then back away from their mistakes. Just the way her father did to her mother. 

“I said I won’t fuck you for now, that means I won’t, but if you keep standing here, trust me, Hazel, I know how to dominate someone.” 

Her eyes widened and she immediately scooted to the bed, clutching the sheet and covering herself. She hurriedly buried her face into the soft pillow and closed her eyes even though she was not sleepy but tired. She was not dying to sleep but was dying to find comfort. 

He found her submissive. So fuking submissive that controlling his desires was turning impossible to him. He was feeling desperate for her. Desperate to have her underneath him. How did she manage to do it? No woman could ever make him feel desperate then why her? 

Probably because of her being a virgin? Or because she seemed innocent? 

He sighed, because he did not know about it. All he knew was to stay away from her for her or else he would ruin her. Badly.

He moved to turn the switches off, letting her hear that clicking sound of switching off light and then his footsteps echoing through the silent room. The sound went away and she sighed loudly, burying her face more into the pillow and wishing to check if he left.  

The moment she opened her eyes to check on him, she found him standing in the fancy and big balcony, looking at the scintillating view of the city in front of him and lighting his cigarette. 

A cigarette? The thing she hated! The smell suffocated her every time। 

She kept watching how he sucked on it and then blew the smoke away. Fortunately, she did not have to smell that unpleasant odour and she was thankful for this. 

He looked so enigmatically fanciable. Looking in his front and probably thinking something which she did not know. He looked lost, yet present in the current place. Something was cooking inside his mind but his mysterious orbs never reflected on them. His eyes were like hidden ways to his heart, never opening and reflecting his emotions. Though their colour was like burning flames, they always remained cold.  

Next, he turned his head towards her and his eyes met her. She forgot that she was staring at him, seeing if he would leave and could sleep in his absence. His presence haunted her, no doubt. But there, he just caught her, making her embarrassed. Staring at someone is bad manners! 

She gulped when she realized he caught her looking at him. Her heart skipped a beat and her eyes dared to shut right then, not wanting him to get angry. She buried her face in the sheet to ignore his hawk-like gaze. Time passed like that—like trying to avoid him, and her exhaustion made her fall into a deep slumber. 

~♡♡~

Finishing his cigarette, he came to her. He stood next to the bed and looked at her calm face. She looked calmer than before. The worry had completely disappeared from her face and her beauty fascinated him. Not that he saw this beautiful girl till date, but, but there was something inside her which was different then the rest. Different and attractive. 

He confirmed that she was sleeping. He exited the room, closing the door shut behind. He was aware that he was not going to sleep. Sleep as if it broke the relationship with him. And he did not want to stare at Hazel all night when he could, because he did not have to feel too much for her. 

He was already starting to feel desperate for her, what he should not have done. What else should he feel now? She was just a prostitute. 

Reaching the huge hall, he took a seat on a couch. He leaned back and rested his head there peacefully, enjoying the silence. He found peace in silence as everyone does. And for now, he needed a lot of peace to calm down. He just came out with his hardness, not satisfied. 

He wanted to hold her, suck all the juice out of her. He wanted to fulfill his desires with her warm walls around his cold hardness but nothing happened. Rather she slept comfortably by giving him a boner.

He sighed, still thinking about her. 

Her face was attractive like a moon, on which everyone’s eyes were bound to be fixed. He knew that every man in the room wanted her but choosing Hazel became his wish which needed to be fulfilled if he did not want to disappoint himself. 

When he looked into her eyes filled with innocence, he found his desires awakened. His dark fantasies wanted to unleash on her and turn her into a mess. The orange glow of her brown eyes and green flecks made him go crazy. At first sight, he fell in love with her eyes. The most beautiful set of eyes he had ever seen in his life. 

And when he touched her skin, he found his dick responding to it, clearly asking for her pussy to dive in. 

Soft and delicate, desirable and delicious. He was determined to taste it which he did. He wanted to go further and taste every inch of it but she stopped him through her tears. 

Yeah tears! His weakness. He did not like tears at all, that is why, backed away. 

Or else, he would have melted her through his burning touches and would have drunk all of her in one gulp. Uff… only he knew how badly he wanted to do bad and wrong things to her. So bad that even the heavens would start hating him. 

“Hey, bro!” He heard a deep and husky voice, earning his attention. He looked in front, finding Izhar coming downstairs with a bored expression on his charming face. 

“You should’ve been with that girl, no?” Christian arched his brow, still sitting on the couch. Izhar came and sat on the couch next to him. 

“She’s wild. Tried to hit me on the head.” Christian smirked, gesturing to him to continue as he did, “Even bit my ear. Bitch!” 

“Uncle Iqrar doesn’t support this, Izhar. Mind your tongue.” Christian rolled his eyes as he told Izhar. He rolled his eyes, too, knowing his father’s teaching very well. 

“I know.” He sighed. 

“So you let her go?” Christian asked him, knowing the answer very well. Izhar shook his head no, a smirk forming on his lips. 

“I bit her back.” He chuckled. “And her skin was delicious, ah…” he leaned back and heaved a heavy sigh. “I want her, Chris!” He hurriedly looked at his friend, as if telling his wish to his mamma. 

“So what’s the point in telling me?” Christian shrugged. 

“Just telling you and nothing else. You’re my chuddy-buddy after all.” He laughed again, throwing his head back, while Christian just smiled. 

“She reminded me of my mata ji,” he smiled unconsciously, which Christian noticed. “Wild and aggressive. I want to tame that wild tigress. I want to bite her again!” He uttered excitedly. 

“Doggy.” Chritian rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, Chris! Just like a sick dog. I wanna fuck her rough and raw! She’s… my perfect match.” 

“Then I don’t mind you calling her a bitch.” 

“Aye! How dare you say that?” He glared at Christian, jaw clenching all of a sudden. 

“Possessive, huh?” 

“Shut up.” Now it was Izhar’s turn to roll his eyes. Possessive? Just in one night? He just shook his head and looked at Christian. He looked calm but he could notice the subsiding tent in his pants. He smirked, seeing his condition. He was hard, just like him. 

“What about your girl?” He earned his attention. 

“She’s fucking seventeen,” he answered monotonously, not wishing to remember that moment again and again. His hardness is still a bit painful. 

“So young? I wonder why they sent her when she isn’t even eighteen?” Izhar’s concern was bound to explode. He did not like such illegal things, especially when he was a lawyer, guard of justice. 

“Greed.” Christian’s answer made him understand. “And I’m greedy as well. Greedy for her.” He added, inhaling a deep breath. 

“I understand, bro. Just wait for her to be eighteen. But how much time is left?” He asked, realizing the girl’s age. He did not care about her because he cared about his friend more. Law should stay away when it was about his family or friends. He was already sorry for his friend. 

“She said a year.” Izhar nodded but there, Christian added, “But I doubt she’s lying. Her lowered gaze told it.” 

“But it also needs to be proved. I know you don’t want to ruin her.” 

“Literally no.” 

“Then wait.”