The Man I Shouldn't Love

SAESHA POV It’s midnight when I step onto his porch. The house is quiet in that rich-man way. Big, expensive silence. Marble that eats sound. Tall doors that belong in some glossy magazines. I shouldn’t be here at this hour, but my heels have already clicked across the path, and my father’s file is warm in my hand. Too late to pretend I didn’t mean it. I press the bell. A soft chime echoes inside, and for a second I see myself in the glass: short black dress hugging my hips, gloss on my mouth, hair not trying to be good. I know what I look like. I did it on purpose. Don’t judge. I’m twenty-one, I know my body is hot, and yes, I know exactly what my legs do with these heels. The lock turns automatically and the door opens with a slow creak and that scent hits me first leather, something woody, and the bite of cold air. I step in because I want to. Because my father said “drop the papers with Veeraj Kapoor and come back,” but he didn’t say I couldn’t look. “Saesha Roy.” His voice

SAESHA POV I brace my hands on his shoulders and sink down deeper. My breath stutters. My eyes sting and my nails bite into his skin as my body tries to take all of him and almost refuses.“Yeah,” he says, voice rough and pleased. “That’s it. Take it.”A tremor runs through me. I hate how much I love the way he sounds when I struggle.“Too much?” he asks, but it isn’t really a question.I shake my head. “No.”He smiles like the devil. “Then keep going, pretty thing.”I do it with an inch more. I can feel my pulse in places I shouldn’t. My thighs shake but my pride keeps my chin up.“Look at you,” he murmurs. “My brave little troublemaker. Trying so hard to fit it all.”I make a sound I’ve never made before. I don’t even know if it’s a yes or a please but it’s just heat pushed through my throat.“Eyes here,” he orders and I look in his eyes and his eyes pin me in place.“Breathe,” he says.“I am,” I whisper.“Again.”I inhale deeper, and that tiny surrender flips a switch in him.“Goo

SAESHA POV The ringtones slice through the room like a blade. I freeze against the desk. My palms are slick, my breath shredded. He’s braced behind me, heat and weight and power, his chest crowding my back, his hand tight at my hip as if I might run. I’m not running.The screen lights up again on the polished wood. One name. Dad. Everything inside me trips. My whole body immediately go rigid my heart knocks so hard it hurts. The air feels thin. The house is too quiet for this kind of mistake.Veeraj doesn’t panic. He never does and everyone knows that. He leans in until his mouth is at my ear, his voice is a command wrapped in velvet. “Answer.”“I can’t,” I whisper. It comes out small and shredded. “He’ll know-”“He’ll know you’re his good girl,” Veeraj murmurs, tone edged with something cruel and proud. “Unless you forget how to speak.”The phone keeps ringing. My father does not like unanswered calls. He’ll call security or he’ll call the driver, maybe he’ll himself walk across the

SAESHA POV The first thing I feel is heat.Not sunlight, not the sheets. Him.Veeraj’s body pressed solid behind mine, chest to my back, hand already heavy at my hip like I’m an anchor he has no plans of releasing. My lashes flutter, and the second I shift, I know.He’s already inside me.My mouth parts on a gasp. My thighs twitch, the soreness from last night colliding with a slow, thick stretch that makes my entire body light up. I grip the pillow, muffling the whimper that slips out anyway.“Awake, Principessa?” His voice is gravel and heat at my ear.I try to answer, but all I manage is a shaky sound.He chuckles dark, dragging his hips back and snapping them forward again, deeper, harder. The shock of it makes my spine arch, my knees pressing into the mattress.“You’re wet already,” he groans, his grip on my hip tightening. “You were dreaming about me, weren’t you?”“No—”“Yes.” His teeth scrape my neck. “Your body doesn’t lie. My cock’s been buried in you since sunrise and you’

Warning: Degrading Kink. Read Carefully and responsibly. If anything isn't your type or triggers you. Take a break and then read if comfortable. SAESHA POVThe office still smells like sex. The rug is ruined. Papers are scattered. My body aches from the way he used me over the desk during his meeting.But Veeraj isn’t satisfied.He never is.He paces behind the desk now, shirt half open, belt hanging loose, his dark eyes locked on me where I kneel on the floor. My wrists are still bound, the silk tie biting into my skin. My hair’s a mess, my lips swollen, my thighs sticky.I should be embarrassed. But I’m not. I’m dripping. I want more.And he knows it.“That look,” he mutters, low and dangerous. “You came too easily, Principessa. You enjoyed it too much.”My heart pounds. I swallow, whispering, “I couldn’t help it.”He smirks, cruel and cold. “That’s why you need to be punished.”Heat flares through me—fear, lust, the kind of thrill I can’t deny.He grabs my chin, forcing me to look