The Pull I Couldn’t Resist

I returned to the hostel with excitement still coursing through me.

"Hey."

Raihan's voice immediately drew my attention the moment I stepped inside.

I looked up and found him observing me with an unreadable expression.

Something about the intensity of his gaze made me feel as though I had just walked into an interrogation rather than my own room.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, tossing my bag onto the bed.

A slow, inscrutable smile tugged at the corner of Raihan’s lips.

“I told you a few days ago,” he began, his voice deceptively calm. “No one lays claim to anything I’ve already decided belongs to me.”

I stared at him, completely perplexed.

His gaze remained fixed on me, unwavering and intense.

“What exactly is transpiring between you and that doctor?”

A slight frown creased my forehead.

“What are you talking about?”

His expression darkened.

“Don’t feign ignorance, Lucas.”

“I’m talking about the doctor in the white coat.”

A humorless laugh escaped my lips.

“And if there is something going on, what business is it of yours?”

His eyes narrowed into thin slits, radiating unmistakable displeasure.

“You’re treading on dangerous ground.”

His voice was low, controlled, and laced with quiet menace.

“I suggest you don’t test the limits of my patience.”

I folded my arms and met his gaze head-on.

“And who exactly appointed you the authority over my life?”

Then Raihan let out a quiet chuckle and began closing the distance between us with unhurried steps.

“Perhaps you’ve become far too comfortable,” he murmured.

A faint, infuriating smirk settled on his face.

“This is Silvercrest.”

He said moving closer to me with a smirk on his face.

“A place where very few people possess the audacity to challenge me.”

His eyes locked onto mine with unnerving intensity.

“And you’re certainly not one of them.”

“Raihan, could you please step back?” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “You’re making me uncomfortable.”

A smug smile appeared on his face.

“Is that so?” he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. “We both know you’re not nearly as indifferent as you’re pretending to be.”

I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded by his audacity.

“Let’s be honest, Lucas,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “I’m far more compelling than that so-called doctor.”

He paused deliberately before adding,

“And certainly more captivating than that little friend of yours.”

In one swift movement, Raihan backed me against the wall.

His eyes remained locked on mine, unwavering and impossibly intense.

“I know you want me,” he murmured to my ear softly.

A faint, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Don’t you want this?he said touching his cocks.

Raihan cupped my face and captured my lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

His tongue pushing past my lips without hesitation. One hand rested on my chest, fingers spreading wide and stroking slowly over my skin. I tried to pull away at first, twisting my head, but the pressure of his body kept me pinned. Resistance faded fast. I kissed him back harder, moans spilling out loud and uncontrolled. My breaths came quick and shallow, chest rising fast under his touch.

He broke the kiss for a second, lips hovering close. I didn't want the pause. My hands grabbed his shirt and yanked him down again. Our mouths crashed together, tongues sliding wet and urgent. Teeth nipped at my lower lip before he sucked it between his own. Saliva mixed as the kiss grew messier, deeper. His palm pressed firmer on my chest, thumb circling one nipple until it hardened. Another moan vibrated from my throat straight into his mouth.

I arched up, chasing more contact. The kiss stretched on, hot and relentless, his tongue exploring every corner while mine met it stroke for stroke. My head spun from the lack of air, yet I refused to let him ease off. When he tried to draw back once more I followed, biting at his lip to drag him into another fierce clash. Breaths mingled in ragged gasps between each renewed press of lips. Heat built low in my gut, body responding despite every earlier intention to fight. The kiss alone left me trembling, fully caught in the moment.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Why does every part of me seem to crave his presence?"

"Is this really the time for feelings like this?"

Raihan gently lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, our lips still locked together.

He gently loosened my trousers down and freed my cock.

“ Damn, I was already hard as fuck”.

He spat once on my tight hole and drove straight in,burning every inch in a single thrust.I moan out, my body jerking from the sudden stretch.

Each stroke buttoned out, balls slapping skin .

“Call me Daddy “ Raihan moan loudly.

“You’re so sweet “he continue.

"You're mine," he murmured. "No one but me can have you."

The soft, steady rhythm continued without pause. His hips snapped forward again and again, forcing my passage open wider with every plunge. Sweat built on our skin as my struggles slowly lost strength. A low groan slipped out when the head of his cock rubbed the same spot repeatedly.

“Go slowly, I muttered.

My own cock twitched and began to swell against the sheets.

I relaxed my hole around the invading length, gripping it on each withdrawal. "Deeper," I muttered, voice hoarse. He answered by angling his cock to hit that sensitive place harder. I moaned openly now, pushing back to take the full length. My hand slid beneath me to stroke my own erection in time with the pounding.

“This actually feels like heavenly realm”I mumbled silently.

He kept the pace relentless, skin slapping loud in the room while I begged for more.

Cum soon spilled from my cock in thick spurts. My walls fluttered and squeezed, milking him until hot release flooded deep inside. We stayed locked together, bodies trembling through the aftershocks.

He looked at me with a seductive gaze, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"You're so sweet," he murmured.

I simply stared at him, my mind consumed by a flood of unanswered questions.

But the question that terrified me the most…

What if I was beginning to fall for him?

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