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Chapter 24.

Holdon to the bed baby, this might break you.

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"You know." Lima whispered after a few minutes.

"Yeah?"

"How many times should I tell you to knock before coming in?"

Rishit stared at her an amused expression. This woman, does she have a shut up switch at all?

"Is that what you are thinking right now?"

Lima bite her lower lip, shrugging a shoulder. She knew her next words were going to make Rishit scramble.

"I was thinking about how you said you'd do it twice but eh. Its fine, I understand. Stamina and stuff."

Rishit chuckled, his shoulders shaking in laughter as he shook his head at this infuriating and fascinating woman.

He straddled her, lifting her arms above her head, locking them there. He rubbed against her his body against hers, already semi-hard. Lima felt chills run up her spine, she struggled to keep her breathing even.

"I did say challenge accepted. And I don't back away from challenges." He murmured, pressing smooth kisses on her neck.

Lima raised her hips, grinning wickedly at him. "So do it, go on!"

Within a second, Rishit has her rolled on her front, her butt facing him. He slapped it hard making Lima yelp in horror and shock.

"The fuck dude?"

Rishit grasped her hair in his fist, pulling her head back. He bit her earlobe forcefully. "What did I say Lima? Who's the dominant here?"

He smacked her other butt, Lima was shocked at the sudden sting and the pleasure it sent right straight into her pulsating clit.

Damn, I like getting spanked. She mused.

Rishit could feel the wetness trail down her thigh and smirked. She pretends to be such a control freak and yet loves being a submissive.

He spanked her yet again, the sensitive skin starting to turn red. "Well?"

Lima bit her lower lip, unwilling to give into this sweet torture. She refused to acknowledge her submissive side. Oh no, I cannot lose this.

His hand left her hair and she sighed but then stilled as it went down to breasts, he cupped one, strolling the hard nub and pinching it the pulling it. "Come on, babe. Give it up!" His other hand stroked her bare bottom and then smacked her. The pinch on her nipples and the hit on her buttocks, both painful and yet so deliciously arousing.

Lima was sure she was drawing out blood, the way she bit her lower lip to stop from moaning out his name, to stop from begging him to fuck her relentlessly hard.

He caressed gently, tender with affection and then another smack, rough! "Who's the dominant here?" his voice was hoarse, the lust in his tone making her wetter.

Lima couldn't move and she wouldn't scream. She had trouble breathing, the gushing of her blood could be heard in her ears.

The combination of the hard sting and the gentle stroke had started to numb her legs and mind. The familiar wetness polling in her apex, dripping down her thigh. She was trembling but at the same time completely frozen. Fuck!

Rishit leaned down, biting on her shoulder, he smacked her twice and Lima just couldn't hold back anymore. She let out a loud guttural moan. "You! Dammit, you are the dominant here!" she huffed in defeat. "There, happy now?"

Rishi grinned into her shoulder, incredibly pleased with the answer.

He kissed the newly slapped butt cheeks and pulled her up by the waist so she was now kneeling.

"Very much, thank you."

And the erection dancing behind her, brushing against her thigh was proof that he was certainly pleased.

"Hold on to the bed baby, this might break you."

Before Lima had time to register his warning, Rishit had impaled her again – filling her so completely it was a surprise she just didn't have another orgasm right there and then.

He pressed his chest against her back, his hands slowly sliding over her stomach to her mound, and then her flicked her clit. Lima bowed her back and let out a surprised moan, that act had sent tremors up her body.

Groaning at her raw response, Rishit pressed on to her clit and then thrust up inside her. She screamed, knowing that for the first time in a long time she had relinquished control and she didn't regret it. Her body was his now, and so was her heart.

True enough, Rishit won the challenge, explosion after explosion shattered her body into pieces.

And then after 30 minutes, when she had barely managed to start feeling the blood in her legs - he was pumping into her yet again, sending Lima into a world of intense, body-shattering, mind-exploding, legs-trembling and heart-stopping orgasm.

If she knew it'd be this good, she would have slept with him on day one. It was truly a crime to have not experienced this since the start.

"I think we should talk now." Lima muttered, her fingers running through the slight hair on his chest.

He was sexy, she knew that. But damn, his toned chest, hard planes, the dancing pecs and perfect abs were a pleasant surprise. He kept this splendid body well-hidden in those t-shirts. She kissed one nipple, watching it pucker up after the action.

Rishit opened his eyes, his fingers stopping the trail up and down her bare back. "We should." He rather solemnly agreed.

They reluctantly separated and wore clothes, knowing that if they were naked – there would be no talking involved – tons of screaming though.

Once fully dressed, Lima combed through her hair. She stared at the mirror and sighed. She looked as if she had been thoroughly and completely fucked into oblivion – which was positively true.

"The coffee's cold." Rishit noted.

"We'll get one downstairs."

Lima opened the door to her bedroom and she knew the responses they would get from her interior designers would be nothing like mild and Benny – oh shit, poor Benny! – Ah well, the heart wants what it wants.

"You ready?"

Lima nodded in response to Rishit. Rishit passed her, smacking her already sensitive ass one more time.

Lima's eyes widened as she hissed. "Okay, you can't do that here."

Rishit turned and winked. "They are all going to think you seduced me."

Dammit, he was right! "Stupid Mr. Dominant-in-Bed."

"Oohh name change, I quite like it. Ms. Submissive-under-me." Rishit winked at her, continuing to tease. "You should have heard yourself -" His voice rose a notch, turning squeaky. "Rishit, Rishit, Oh fuck! Yes. Yes. Ahhhhh."

"Shut up!" She was blushing furiously. She did not need a reminder of her wanton and lustful self.

They went downstairs, Lima noticed the work was stopped completely. Are they on leave? Or did Rishit ask them to take a leave?

"I told them to stop coming for two days." Rishit replied to her uncanvassed question.

"Oh, okay."

Viaan jumped up from the couch, running towards them as soon as they appeared in sight. "Bro!"

And without any preamble, he hugged Rishit tightly. "I heard you were back. Mr. Pence informed, he also said he had a heart attack when he saw you in the kitchen this morning making coffee as if you hadn't disappeared for over a month."

"Poor guy, thought he was having a dream." Aisha added.

Rishit chuckled remembering the shock on Mr. Pence's face. Which was soon followed by a delighted smile and a kind pat on the back. "Nice to you have you back." His voice had been gruff and hoarse, not like his usual stoic one.

Rishit hugged Viaan back, patting him on the back. "I see you missed me, bro."

Viaan leaned away and sniffled slightly, pretending to not be affected at all. "No way. Was bored. One man, three women. Imagine the torture."

"Hey!" Aisha and Olivia complained, slapping Viaan's back.

Aisha was next to pull Rishit into a big hug. "Missed you manh." She rubbed her cheek against his in a sisterly manner.

Rishit wrapped her hands around her slender form, chuckling softly. He didn't think they would have missed him that much. He was prepared for bashing not such sweet hugs.

Lima barely restrained herself from wrenching that woman's neck. Aisha's a friend, it's okay. Lima had to repeat to herself.

Then came Olivia, Olivia hugged Rishit and kissed his cheek and Lima had seen enough. She inclined towards them and pulled Rishit away from the hug by yanking his arm. "That's enough. Hands off him now."

Olivia flushed and giggled at the pure jealousy in Lima's eyes.

"Never thought I'd see Ms. Fox jealous." Olivia muttered.

Lima's grip on Rishit's arm tightened. "He's my boyfriend now. So no one touches him except me. And remember that or you won't have any fingers left." and then she let go off him, casually strolling towards the kitchen to get breakfast.

Viaan blinked at the equally stunned Rishit. "Boy-boyfriend?"

Rishit swallowed, blushing slightly under the stares of his friends. "Um, I guess so?"

Aisha blinked, raising her eyebrows. "You didn't ask her?"

Rishit scratched his neck. "No."

"Okay, so people just dot ask anymore." Aisha provoked.

"Shut up." Rishit grunted, storming in the direction of Lima. He stood behind her. "Boyfriend?"

Lima sipped her coffee, leaning on the counter. "Yes. Is that new word on your vocabulary?"

"You never asked me?"

"What is this kindergarten?" Lima scoffed. "I told you, that's enough. You got the message."

Rishit ran his fingers through his hair, Lima smirked remembering how just minutes back she was the one running her fingers through them – pulling them as she screamed his name over and over again. Rishit caught her heated gaze and instantly felt the tug of desire. Damn this stupid hot annoying woman.

"That's not how relationships work, Lima."

Lima finished her coffee with one last gulp. "Lemon Cheesecake, you are mine. You give whatever name you want to– relationship, friendship, lovers, fuck buddies whatever. But if another woman touches you – I'll break her fingers. If another woman stares at you too long – I'll pluck out her eyeballs. So you might as well walk around with a sign that says – I belong to Lima Fox."

Lima smirked at the speechless expression on Rishit's face. His jaw hanging low and disbelief splattered on his eyes. But she didn't miss how he had hardened too.

Lima shrugged a shoulder. "You did say something about my dominant streak."

Rishit shook his head, knowing this woman was lost cause. But he wasn't complaining. "What shall I ever do with you?"

Lima winked suggestively, leaning to whisper in his ears. "I can think of a few things. I have always wondered how those floggers and spreader bars worked."

Rishit swallowed hard, his arousal starting to grow. The deep tug in his arousal was astonishing. He shook his head, desperately trying to get rid of the image – Lima on the bed, tied to a spreader bar, legs spread apart and bare - just for him, for him to do whatever he wished with her. Oh heaven have mercy!

Lima bit her lower lip noticing the hardness. Her insides clenched, she wished they were still upstairs. What was wrong with her? All she could think about was sex with him!

She licked his ear, earning a gasp from Rishit. "Maybe blindfolds too."

And then she took the bowl of cornflakes and walked out nonchalantly, like she hadn't just suggested kinky sex to her recently titled boyfriend. She was secretly glad that her arousal wasn't as visible as his. Thank the pussy!

"Damn her!" Rishit scowled, looking at his bulging erection. He desperately cleared his mind. "Think about dead mother, grandmother, grandmother's cookies, mother's spicy food, Lima's spicy tongue- Fuck no!"

He started again. "Brother, Viaan, Mr. Pence, oh Benny. Stupid faced Benny, stayed here for a month Benny." And just like that his arousal went away. At least Benny was useful in some way.

Rishit went back in the living where all were sitting, including Benny. He was clearly annoyed by his unexpected presence.

"You came." Benny grunted in displeasure.

Rishit sat next to Lima, casually putting his arm over her shoulder, marking his territory. "Yes, four times actually."

Lima choked on the milk.

Viaan snorted.

Aisha doubled over in laughter.

Olivia pressed her lips, shaking her head in rebuke.

Mr. Pence grinned.

Benny reddened and lowered his head.

"Rishit." Lima scowled.

"Yes babe?"

Lima shook her head, she knew the sassy side of Rishit was never far away but he'd held it in since he was working for her but now he was free and her boyfriend. He wasn't scared to show that side anymore.

"So where were you?" Aisha finally asked.

"I went home actually."

"Ms. Blaze said you got another project." Olivia prodded.

"Yeah, Ms. Fox practically punched her through the phone, threated to hunt her down and kill her if she didn't tell your current address." Viaan added.

"I did not." Lima glared at Viaan. Viaan winced slightly.

"It's cute." Rishit smiled, patting Lima's head she instantly cooled down.

Viaan's eyes dove in mirth. "Aww. Look at that, all she needed was to be tamed."

"Viaan!" Aisha hissed, scared that his words might get him killed.

"One more word and I'll be taming you. You still work for me." Lima warned.

Viaan snapped his mouth shut.

"So why home?" Olivia changed the topic.

"I had some problems. My brother was in hospital -"

"Oh no, what happened? Wait, he's in medical, that's his job to be there." Lima grumbled.

Rishit chuckled, glad that she remembered what his brother did. "Yes, but he had exams and needed support. He practically used the younger brother guilt card. I had to be there for him."

"That's it? That's why you went? Ran away?" Lima delved into the topic. She remembered how stoic he had been the last time he had seen her. His last kiss, his tears, his goodbye, his reluctance to leave her, his emotional voice. No, that couldn't be just because his brother was stressed.

Rishit could feel the inquisitive eyes on him. Lima was smart, she'd figure out and he couldn't have that. He smiled forcefully. "Yes, that's it. I was so worried I could barely think straight. He's my only family, you know. And it all happened so sudden, I didn't have time to say goodbye properly."

She knew him well enough to know how his back stiffened when nervous, his lips tilted upwards unconvincingly, his eyes not focused on the faces but on the walls.

Rishit was hiding something, she knew it. But what?

"Oh, how's he now?" Aisha asked worriedly.

"He's better. That's why I came back."

"That's good. So you met Lima yesterday night?"

Rishit nodded. "Yeah I was walking up here and saw her walking up the hill so I followed her."

Yet another lie, Lima pondered. What about the guy who tried to kill me? Why was someone following me? And how was Rishit there at the exact time to save me?

Coincidence? I think not.

But Lima kept quiet. This wasn't the place to start a fiery argument about his lying face.

Rishit knew her silence was only the calm before the storm.

"That's good. I think she must have fainted, she's barely eaten these last days." Olivia reported.

"I did eat." Lima retorted.

"Hardly." Olivia snapped back.

"Well, I am here now. I'll make sure eats." Rishit assured, winking at them. Lima blushed slightly.

Mr. Pence stood up to go back to the gate. He smiled at Lima and Rishit, cuddled on the couch. "It's good to have you back, Mr. Smith. Feels like home now."

Rishit nodded at the old man with a lopsided grin. "It's good to back, Mr. Pence." And it was.

Viaan raised his hand cheekily, asking permission to speak.

"Yes?" Lima rolled her eyes.

"Can we party tonight? To welcome Rishit back here?" Viaan paused. "Wait, you are staying here right?"

Rishit rubbed Lima's arm gently. "Yes, I am not going anywhere anytime soon."

"Yoohoo! Party!" Viaan shouted, fist pumping in the air.

"We going out?" Aisha asked.

"No, let's stay here." Rishit replied. "I don't want to go out today."

Viaan winked suggestively. "Oh yeah, why would you want to now? Hmm hmm, stay at home all time now, inside the bedroom, under the sheets. You naughty boy!"

"Viaan! Shut it!"

He shut up at Aisha's reprimanding tone.

"I'll order the drinks." Olivia stood, shaking her head at Viaan, motioning him to follow her. Viaan pouted and followed her.

"She keeps scolding me." Viaan whispered to Olivia while he pointed to Aisha.

"That's because you keep irritating her." Olivia answered.

"But it's fun!" Viaan whined. "I like it!"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's see what we can order." She turned to Aisha. "Coming?"

Aisha nodded. "Yep." She hi-fied Rishit. "Let's get shit drunk today."

"Sounds like a plan." Rishit answered.

"Not too much." Lima warned Rishit.

"Have you already started nagging?" Rishit raised an eyebrow.

Lima glowered. "It's not nagging."

Rishit pecked her nose. "I wasn't complaining."

Benny felt like a third wheel, sitting in the same room as Lima and Rishit. His ego had been burned badly.

All this month he had been waiting patiently to ask out Lima again. He was hoping that her broken heart would make her cave in and seek comfort in his arms. But then this stupid asshole came back for her.

Rishit had ruined all his plans, his dreams, his happiness. Benny glared at them disapprovingly.

He needed a drink, one that could hopefully erase all his memories or give him the guts to kill this asshole who was touching Lima so intimately. Who had managed to bring down Lima's walls within a few months, something he hadn't achieved in years.

Grunting to himself, he walked away, knowing his absence wouldn't even be noticed.

Lima sighed as she saw Benny storm away from the corner of her eye. She smacked Rishit's arm lightly.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you? Kiss me on the nose."

Rishit shrugged innocently, backing away a little now that Benny wasn't here. "I don't know what you mean."

"He's a nice guy." Lima noted and she was thankful that he had stayed and helped her with everything. Been there when she needed.

Rishit didn't care if Benny was to win a Nobel Peace Prize, he hated him. "He likes you. He likes what's mine."

Lima smirked. "Yours?"

Rishit slapped her butt, she winced, the pain was still there. "Mine." Rishit repeated, rather possessively.

"Yours." Lima nodded, kissing his cheek. "So you ready to get drunk tonight?"

Rishit lifted Lima's chin up, pulling her into a deep promising kiss. His hands moved across her back and he bit her lower lip, demanding access. Lima opened her mouth, greedily accepting his tongue and stroking it with hers.

Her hands swept through his hair, pulling him closer to her, kissing him enthusiastically. She could feel the heat in Rishit's kiss as he claimed her, possessed her, made it known that she was his.

After a while they drifted apart, breathing heavily. Rishit rested his forehead on hers, smiling softly. "I am glad to be back."

Lima trailed a finger over his face, his eyes, his nose bridge, his cheek bones, his slight bear, his jaw, his lips. "I missed you like a crazy woman."

"You are crazy!"

"And your absence made me crazier." Lima's voice is raw, filled with unshed tears.

Rishit swallowed hard, he hadn't realized just how much his disappearance would affect Lima. "I am sorry for leaving like that." He answered truthfully.

Lima sighed, that pain was still too much talk about. "I am trying to understand why you did what you did and maybe eventually I will." She then lifted her head, her eyes narrowed. "But if you disappear again. I will hunt you down, cut your penis, and feed it to you. Then pluck out your eyes, hand them to you and then tear open your thighs and shove your blind head inside it."

Rishit gulped at the vulgar imagination. "You wouldn't."

Lima's lips thinned. "Try me. I dare you."

Rishit shook his head. How could I fall for this wildly maniac woman? A so-called witch? "Well, it's a good thing I don't plan on disappearing."

"Good, now let's get drunk."

Rishit stood up, nodding enthusiastically. "And then have drunken sex."

Lima chuckled at his excitement. "Sure, and then drunken sex."

After four hours, Aisha was on her third bottle of beer – her words slurry as she stood up and kept falling on Viaan.

Viaan groaned as she fell on him again. "Aisha, if you fall again. I will make you sit on my lap."

Aisha smirked, settling herself on his lap. "Like this?"

Viaan grunted, shifting uncomfortably. That action was not as innocent as Aisha thought. "Damn drunk women!"

Olivia sniggered as she chugged down the whiskey and then threw the plastic cup.

"That's why we don't use glass." Viaan informed Benny. Benny had been curious when they got plastic cups to drink instead of glass ones. "Olivia throws stuff."

Olivia picked up a cushion and kissed it. "You will be my lover today." And she raised the pillow and threw it hard, it landed straight on Benny's face. He grumbled and glared at Olivia who hadn't even realized her mistake.

Benny was quite drunk himself, drowning himself in the bitter cold drink hoping that would take away his pain. "Stupid cheesecakes." He complained.

Rishit sipped his beer, he stared at Olivia who now threw another pillow at the front door. "She's drunk."

Lima scoffed. "So are you."

Rishit shook his head, the action making his sight blurred. "Am not."

"You are on your eighth beer." Lima informed him.

Rishit looked at the empty bottles in front of him, he couldn't even count them, they looked like hundreds to him. "Am I?"

Lima sighed, shaking her head. Drunken sex? I'd be glad if he can even stand up at this rate.

She stopped him from getting another beer. "That's enough."

Rishit pouted but nodded and exhaled deeply.

Lima grabbed a water bottle. "Drink." She ordered.

Rishit drank the water. "You are so feisty, like a cat. Like a feline cat."

Lima was not amused. "Oh yeah?"

Rishit nodded. "Yes, and your skin is soft, so delicious. I could eat you all day and fuck you all night, then eat you again in the morning and fuck you -"

"Alright big boy, that's enough out of you." Lima stopped his rant, looking around and hoping no one had heard the crude words. "Let's get you to bed."

She struggled to lift Rishit off the floor.

"Need help?"

"No, it's fine." Lima declined Viaan's help.

Benny stayed put, glaring as Lima took care of Rishit. She had never once touched him that affectionately, never once taken care of him.

After a little struggle, Rishit finally stood up without his legs feeling jelly.

"Can you walk?" Lima stepped back and Rishit immediately started to fall on his face. Lima quickly leaned ahead so he fell on her shoulder. "I guess not." She grumbled.

Putting her hand around his waist and his arm around her shoulder, she walked slowly up the stairs.

"Goodnight." Viaan called out.

But Lima was too busy carrying a lifeless log upstairs to respond.

"Why did you drink so much?" Lima muttered under her breath, each step making her wish she could throw Rishit down the stairs and break his neck.

"I wanted to forget."

"What?" Lima was breathless by now.

"Why I left you."

She froze in front of her bedroom door, her heartbeat quickening. "Why did you?"

Rishit shook his head. "Can't say."

Lima sighed, opening the door and going inside. She pushed Rishit on the bed, panting angrily.

She knew he was lying, this was the proof. Maybe she should make use of his drunken stated and coax out the truth. But she didn't want to – she wanted him to be sober when she slapped him.

Lima removed his shoes grudgingly. "I am going to grill you about this tomorrow." She swore and unbuttoned his jeans.

"Ooh drunken sex." Rishit's speech slurred as he lay there, half-asleep on the bed.

Lima snorted, removing the jeans. "I am not into necrophilia."

His mobile fell off the pocket and Lima lifted it, placing it on the bedside drawer. It blinked – one new message.

She wanted to ignore it, so bad. But she couldn't. She glanced at Rishit who had his eyes closed as he started to snore very gently. He was already asleep, the message could be important. His brother, maybe.

With a sigh she opened his phone and looked at the message from the unknown number.

She wished she hadn't.

I hear you are back at castle. Good thing. Get the job done now. Kill Lima Fox this weekend.

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Next update: Thursday!

What do you think will happen now that Lima has found out? Will she leave him? Will she kill him?