Chapter 15: His Rules

SAESHA POV

I shut the front door behind Levi and leaned against it, my chest rising and falling. My best friend’s words were still buzzing in my ears: “Get on the pill, Saesha. You can’t play this dangerous without protection.”

She didn’t get it.

She didn’t know Veeraj.

I dragged myself up the sweeping staircase, my heels clicking against marble. My thighs were sore from earlier, my body humming from the hours I’d spent tangled in him, but nothing compared to the dread pooling in my stomach.

Because I knew.

I knew he was waiting.

And when Veeraj Kapoor waited, it wasn’t patience. It was punishment brewing.

The moment I reached the landing, I saw him.

He was leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, dark shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled to the elbow. His jaw was tight, eyes dark, arms crossed.

Every inch of him screamed authority.

“Finally,” he said, voice sharp, slicing through the silence. “Had a good little gossip with your friend?”

My throat tightened. “She was worried—”

“Worried about what?” He pushed off the frame, his tall body prowling toward me. Each step felt deliberate, heavy, calculated. “About me? About how I fuck you? Or was it about how you keep coming back for more?”

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Veeraj—”

“Tell me, Principessa,” he rasped, stopping just in front of me. His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my face up. “What exactly did you tell her?”

I swallowed hard. “Everything.”

His smirk was lethal. “Everything.”

“She… she told me I should be careful. That I should get on… protection. Pills. Just in case.”

For a second, silence. Just his eyes on mine. Sharp. Unreadable.

Then he laughed. Low. Dark. Dangerous.

“Protection.” He dragged the word like it was filth on his tongue. “You mean something to stop me from spilling inside you.”

My body trembled. His tone. His presence. The way the air crackled around us.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I don’t want to risk a mistake.”

His hand slid from my chin to my throat, wrapping there with gentle but unyielding pressure. Not choking, just holding. Claiming.

“A mistake?” he echoed. “You think my cock filling you up is a mistake?”

“Veeraj—”

His grip tightened just enough to make my pulse hammer. “Answer me, Saesha.”

“I… I don’t…” My lips parted, words faltering under his stare.

He leaned in, his mouth brushing my ear. “Say it. You don’t want my come inside you?”

The words alone made my core clench, heat spiraling low in my belly. I hated how much my body betrayed me, how wet I was getting just from the filth in his tone.

“I didn’t say that,” I whispered.

“No, but you thought it.” His thumb stroked the hollow of my throat. “You went running to your little friend because you’re scared of how much you like it. You’re scared of how much you need it.”

My legs trembled. “I’m just being careful.”

“Careful?” His laugh was bitter, dark. “There’s nothing careful about the way you bend over for me. Nothing careful about the way you scream my name when I fuck you raw. Don’t pretend, Principessa. You want every drop. You fucking crave it.”

My breath hitched. His words were too much, too harsh, but they lit fire in my veins.

“I…”

“You what?” He gripped my jaw tighter. “You want me to pull out? Or you want me to breed this tight little pussy until you can’t walk without remembering who owns it?”

A moan slipped from me before I could stop it. My thighs pressed together, slick already coating me. His smirk widened.

“Thought so.”

He turned me swiftly, pressing my back against the wall. His hand pinned mine above my head, his body caging me in.

“You don’t get to decide, Saesha,” he whispered, voice dripping with dominance. “Not about pills. Not about condoms. Not about a damn thing. You’re mine. Your body is mine. If I want to come inside you, I will. If I want to fill you until you’re dripping for hours, I will. You understand?”

My heart raced, panic and desire colliding. “Veeraj…”

His other hand slid between my thighs, cupping me roughly through my dress. “You’re already wet,” he growled. “Your mouth says careful, but your pussy says give me more.”

I whimpered. “Please…”

“Please what?” He pressed harder, the heel of his palm grinding against my clit. “Please don’t? Or please fuck me stupid right here against this wall?”

My body answered before my mouth could. My hips arched, chasing his hand, my breath shattering.

He chuckled darkly. “That’s my good girl.”

He yanked my dress up, bunching it at my waist, his eyes locked on the damp lace clinging to me. “Fuck. Look at this. Dripping at just the idea of me filling you. And you think pills will change that?”

My head fell back against the wall, lips parting, a broken sound escaping. “Veeraj…”

His finger hooked under my panties, tugging them aside. One rough stroke through my slick folds had me gasping.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Say what?”

“That you’re mine to breed.”

Heat exploded inside me. My pride wanted to resist. My body begged to give in.

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

“Not enough.” He pushed a finger inside me, hard, curling deep. My knees buckled. “Say it properly.”

“I’m yours to breed,” I choked out, tears pricking the corners of my eyes.

“Good girl,” he hissed, fucking me with his fingers, each thrust rough and deliberate. “That’s the only protection you need. Me. My rules. My cock. Nothing else.”

I was shaking, grinding against his hand, every nerve on fire.

And just when I thought he’d finally let me break, he pulled out.

I cried out, frustrated, needy.

His smirk was lethal. “You don’t get to come after talking about pills behind my back. You want release? You’ll earn it.”

He stepped back, tucking himself back into perfect control while I stood there ruined, panting, trembling against the wall.

“Strip and wait in my bed,” he ordered. “On your knees. Hands behind you. When I’m ready, I’ll decide if you deserve to be filled tonight.”

My chest rose and fell, heat burning through me. But I obeyed. Because I knew one thing: no pill, no rule, no warning from Levi could stop what Veeraj Kapoor had already decided.

And God help me, I wanted it.

END OF CHAPTER 15