Chapter 16: Tied and Filled

SAESHA POV

The night air in the mansion was heavy, still humming from the tension that had crackled earlier. I was pacing in Veeraj’s bedroom, chewing my lip, my mind still a storm after talking to Levi. Her words echoed in my head—“Get the pill, Saesha. You can’t risk it.”

But when the door opened, my thoughts vanished.

Because Veeraj stepped in.

And he wasn’t empty-handed.

In one fist, a pair of metal handcuffs gleamed under the dim light. In the other, a thick coil of rope, his knuckles wrapped around it like it belonged there. His expression? Dark. Controlled. Annoyed still, from earlier. But behind his eyes—something hungrier.

I froze, heat rushing straight between my thighs. “Veeraj—”

“Strip.”

One word. Sharp. No room for excuses.

I swallowed, fingers trembling as I peeled my dress off, baring myself under his gaze. My skin flushed hot, my chest heaving, but I didn’t look away. He wanted control? He had it.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he dropped the rope on the bed and moved closer, the handcuffs dangling between his fingers.

“You went downstairs,” he murmured, his voice low, rough silk. “You whispered about pills. About protection.”

“I just—”

He grabbed my jaw, forcing my head back. “You think I don’t take care of what’s mine?”

“I didn’t mean—”

“You did.” His eyes narrowed. “But let me make something clear, Principessa. When I fuck you, I don’t fuck for games. I fuck to claim. To breed. To fill you so deep you never forget who owns this body.”

My knees nearly buckled at his words.

He spun me around before I could answer, cold metal snapping tight around my wrists as he cuffed me to the bedframe. My breath hitched when he tugged the rope next, winding it around my waist, knotting it harshly so I could feel the restraint bite against my skin.

“You don’t move,” he growled against my ear, pressing his chest into my back. “You take everything I give you. And tonight, Saesha…” His hand slid down, cupping my dripping heat. “…I’m giving you me. Every last drop.”

“Veeraj—” My voice cracked into a whimper as his fingers stroked me slowly, taunting.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’re ready to take my cum.”

Heat rushed through me, humiliating, filthy, addictive. “I—I’m ready.”

“Not good enough.” He slapped my ass hard, making me gasp. “Louder.”

“I’m ready to take your cum!”

His laugh rumbled low, wicked. “Good girl.”

He shoved me forward onto the bed, my face pressed into the sheets, ass high, wrists straining against the cuffs. I could hear the sound of his zipper, the rough drag of fabric, and then the blunt head of his cock slid against my soaked folds.

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“Please,” I gasped, wiggling helplessly. “Please, Veeraj, fuck me.”

His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as he thrust inside me in one hard, brutal stroke. I screamed into the sheets, my body clenching around him, stretching to take his thickness.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, slamming deeper. “Still sore from last time, and you’re dripping for me. Filthy little slut.”

I whimpered, the sting and stretch burning, but my body begged for more. My wrists strained uselessly at the cuffs, the ropes biting into my waist each time he drove into me.

“You feel that?” he growled, grinding deep until my stomach flipped. “That’s me. Inside you. Where no pill, no condom, no barrier will ever stop me from putting my seed right here.”

He slapped my ass again, hard enough to leave a sting, his hips pounding into mine. “This cunt is mine. And I’ll ruin it until it remembers me every time you fucking walk.”

My eyes rolled back, tears clinging to my lashes, the filth in his words mixing with the brutal pace until I was dizzy with pleasure.

“Say it,” he demanded. “Say you want me to breed you.”

Shame and heat clashed in my chest, my voice breaking. “I—I want it!”

“Louder.”

“I want you to breed me!”

His growl tore through the room as he fucked me harder, his cock hitting deep, ruthless, his hand twisting the rope around my waist to yank me back into him.

“That’s right,” he hissed. “Take it. Take every inch. Take every drop. Because when I’m done, you won’t just be sore—you’ll be mine. Marked. Bred.”

The coil of heat in my belly snapped, my orgasm ripping through me so violently I screamed into the sheets. My walls clenched tight around him, sucking him in, milking him, and that was all it took.

He roared, thrusting hard one last time, spilling into me with sharp, punishing jerks. His cum filled me, hot, heavy, too much, dripping down my thighs as he kept grinding deep like he could push it higher, keep it locked inside.

He didn’t stop until my body collapsed, trembling, cuffed and bound, his seed still leaking out of me.

And only then did he lean down, lips at my ear, his breath ragged but voice steady.

“No pill will erase this. No excuse will undo it. You’re mine, Saesha. And tonight, I made sure of it.”

I shivered, wrists sore against the cuffs, my body ruined, filled, claimed. And God help me—every filthy word only made me want him more.

I tried to slip away, my body still trembling from the way he had just used me, every nerve alive, every muscle aching deliciously. The thought of a hot shower sounded like heaven—something to rinse away the sweat, the sting, the mess still dripping down my thighs.

But before I could swing my legs off the bed, his arm snapped around my waist, dragging me back down into the sheets with a force that made me gasp.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Principessa?” Veeraj’s voice was low, husky from exertion, but threaded with warning.

“I just… I thought I’d—”

“Shower?” His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot. “You think you get to wash me off that easy?”

I shivered. “I just feel sticky—”

“Good.” His hand flattened against my stomach, palm rough and warm as it slid lower, pressing lightly against the ache between my thighs. “I want you sticky. I want you dripping with me.”

I whimpered, caught between shame and the molten heat that always came when he spoke like that.

“Veeraj…” I whispered, unsure if it was a plea or a protest.

He rolled me back into him, caging me against his chest, his strong arm banded around my middle. My spine pressed into his bare chest, the steady pound of his heartbeat against my back. He tucked his face into my hair, inhaling deep like I was his oxygen.

“Stay,” he ordered.

I froze when I felt his hand spread wide across my stomach. The touch wasn’t rough this time. It was slower. Possessive. His thumb brushed soft circles just under my ribs, his palm pressing down gently, like he was feeling something deep inside me.

“Do you feel that?” he murmured, his lips dragging along my temple.

“Feel what?” My voice cracked.

“Me. Still inside you.” His words were low, a growl that went straight to my core. “My seed. Sitting right here.” His hand slid lower, rubbing across my lower belly, and the image hit me hard—him, buried deep, spilling into me, and it staying.

I sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re insane…”

“Maybe,” he said, a cruel smirk in his voice. “But I know what I want.” His hand pressed firmer against my stomach. “I want to fill you until this body has no choice but to give me what I want.”

My thighs clenched. “Y-You mean—”

“Don’t act dumb,” he cut me off, teeth grazing my shoulder. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Veeraj, we can’t—”

“Can’t what? Breed you?” He chuckled darkly, his fingers dipping lower, sliding between my thighs to feel the mess he left behind. He groaned when he found me still soaked, still full of him. “Too late for that, baby. I’ve already been fucking you raw. You’ve already been letting me.”

I gasped when his fingers pressed harder, swirling the mess back into me. “Stop—”

“You don’t want me to stop.” His voice was cruelly certain. “Your little cunt is still milking me. Even now.”

I moaned, hating how true it felt, how my body clenched around nothing at his words.

He pulled my chin, forcing me to turn my face toward his. His eyes were molten, dangerous, his jaw sharp in the dim light. “I don’t use protection, Saesha. I never will with you.”

My lips parted, heart hammering. “That’s reckless—”

“No.” His gaze darkened further. “That’s possession.”

I trembled. “What if—”

His hand gripped my throat lightly, not choking, just holding me still. “If you carry my child, then good. Everyone will know you’re mine. There’ll be no running. No hiding. Not even your father will be able to take you from me then.”

My stomach flipped violently. The threat. The promise. The heat of his touch—it was too much.

“You’re crazy,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He smirked, kissing me rough, his tongue pushing into my mouth until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t deny how much I wanted him even when the words terrified me.

When he finally pulled back, his lips grazed mine as he whispered, “Better get used to it, Principessa. Because you’re not just mine in this bed. You’re mine in every way that matters.”

His hand splayed across my stomach again, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. “And one day soon, I’m going to see this body swollen with me.”

I whimpered, burying my face in his chest to hide the flush, but he only laughed, low and satisfied, holding me tighter.

“You’ll learn to love it,” he said.

And the worst part?

Somewhere deep inside, I already did.

END OF CHAPTER 16