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Chapter 30. I have never fucked a bald guy.

Nimit

Liar.

Traitor.

Bastard.

All the words she'd call me if she knew the things I was hiding from her. Yes, I had poured out my heart, my scars, and my secrets to her but what I had found out about her father – if she ever comes to know that – it'd destroy the very fabric of her existence or end whatever it is that we have now.

Tell her, Nimit. Tell her everything.

But seeing her unsteady hands eagerly pull at my t-shirt and pants, makes me want to forget everything I am hiding from her. I am protecting her, that's my excuse. Isn't that what bodyguards are for?

And now that I have her, naked and willing in front of me, no amount of common sense or willpower can stop me. My fingers dig into her skin and I pull her closer, bruising her mouth with a kiss. Her light greedy moans are a direct hotline to my cock and I grip her face tighter.

Jesus, she is so fucking tempting! I am going to hell for breaking every single professional rule today.

I knew she was my kryptonite the second I had seen her, the end of my self-control and every belief I had. As soon as I tasted her, I knew that no other woman would make me go as crazy as her.

I step out of my boxers, watching Aisha's eyes zero in on the target – my painfully erect cock. Her mouth is open and her eyes are wide. Ego boost? Check. "Wow, um – that's nice."

I have to fight back the urge to laugh at her pink cheeks. "Nice? You are calling my cock nice?"

She forces her eyes to look away and gulps, a small shiver running down her spine. "It is – big."

Choosing to not torment her anymore, I wrap an arm around her soft body, amazed at how perfectly she fits into my body as if she was a piece curated specially for me. I see her bright hungry eyes lock with mine and my heart lurches in its cage, running into her hands. I was hers before I could claim her as mine.

I grip her chin with my hand, moving my other hand to squeeze her plump butt. "Before we really do this, I want to make one thing clear."

She nods, breathless.

"You are mine, Aisha. That means no other man touches you, no other man kisses you, no other man even breathes too close to you." Her eyes widen at the warning but instead of getting angry, the flickers of arousal illuminate in them. I fight a slight smirk, I always knew there was a submissive part under that sassy exterior.

"And if someone touches me?"

"Let's hope you didn't like him enough to cry at his funeral."

Her chest rises and falls rapidly and she sucks in a strong breath. "Got it?" "Yes." Her words are winded.

She grips at my biceps, her nails digging tiny crescents into my skin. "Are you going to talk and waste my time? Or will you fuck me now?"

I push her legs apart, grabbing a condom from the side drawer. "I have been dying to get inside you, sweetheart."

Her eyes narrow at the wrapper in my fingers. "You were expecting a woman in your bed ... here?"

I tear the foil and roll the condom, sheathing myself. "Just you. I knew you'd find me. You were never good at following orders." I hook her legs around my waist, pausing at her entrance. "There's no going back after this. We are sealing a deal that can't be broken."

Aisha licks her glazed lips, her eyes so trustworthy and hungry. "I know. I want this, Nimit. Fuck me before I smack you to Saturn."

I chuckle lightly even as my heart clenches. She is so pure, a woman caught in a war she can't win or fight. But I'll protect her, even if it means losing her.

I position the tip of my cock at her entrance, I lock my eyes with hers before slamming right into her with one urgent thrust. She is so wet from my previous misdemeanors that I slide right in. "Fuck!" She hisses through her lips, her pussy stretching and struggling to accommodate my size. Her nails dig deeper and her hips move, trying to adjust, I let out a string of curses, closing my eyes as sweat drips down my forehead.

God, give me the strength to survive this sweet torture!

I press my lips lightly to hers, taking in deep breaths of self-control. "You good?"

She snorts through her heavy pants. "Good, I feel fantastic. Now move."

I push deeper into her, making her groan loudly. "You don't get to order me around, princess. We are in the bedroom with my cock buried inside you, I do the ordering and you ... you just obey."

Before she can reply, I slide my cock out and then slam forward again. And again. And again. Until her moans turn to panting screams and the sound of sex vibrates through the old wooden room. "If someone were to attack me right now, I don't think I'd care."

I lean forward and take a beaded nipple into my mouth. Her fingers leave my arms and run over my head, grabbing a handful of my hair. "I'd like you to continue this even if someone shot a bullet at you right now."

I suck her nipple hard, flicking my tongue around it and biting the tip. "Of course, you would," I grunt out. "Stop pulling at my hair before I go bald."

"I have never fucked a bald guy."

I can't believe this is the conversation we are having as I am thrusting in and out of her wet cunt. The need to claim her with my seed is so overwhelming that I have to slow down and get my head straight. I want her to remember this forever, I want it to be special for her, I want her to think of me every single time she touches herself.

I roll my hips and Aisha sobs my name. "Nimit, oh fuck, I – I can't." She tugs at my hair and I wince at the stinging pain. "I need to – fuck, please."

"Please what?" I graze my teeth over a nipple.

"You know what!" She hisses in frustration. I can feel her insides fluttering at the incoming orgasm. She looks so beautiful. Her hair is a mess, her forehead sticky with sweat, her face flushed pink with tears, her eyes glazed with lust, and her lips full with pleas.

I push harder inside her, dragging my lips to hover over her ear. "You want to come?"

"Yes." It's a half-prayer, half-cry.

I close my eyes, preparing myself for the storm. I flick her clit with my thumb and whisper into her ear. "Come for me, sweetheart."

With a soundless cry, she explodes around me, her pussy thick as sin around my cock. Her body trembles and shakes, her eyes shut close and her ankles tight as a noose around my hips. I hold her while she gets her breath back, her eyes slowly flutter open and she licks her lips, swallowing hard. "You – you didn't..."

I turn her around, pushing her on all fours. "I am not done yet."

Her head drops against the pillow and she shakes her head, her body still quivering from the remnants of her violent orgasm. "Are you insane? I can't-"

I slid my cock along her slick folds. "You can and you will."

I fuck her hard and fast, it's taking everything in me to control my release. I grab her hair, watching with awe the sweet curve of her back and ass. That ass is made to be smacked. "This is for all the times you broke my rules." I rub her ass before delivering a sharp smack that makes her squeal and glare at me.

But the way her pussy clenches around my cock tells me just how much she likes it. "This is for making me go crazy." I slap her again. "This is for making me jealous." Another slap. Pink blossoms on her skin and my chest rises at how much I love that shade on her. "And this is for coming to see me even when you knew you shouldn't." The last slap is harder and closer to her pussy.

She bucks under me, biting her lip. "I don't see you complaining."

A dark chuckle rises in my throat, I tug her head back. "And I don't see you telling me to stop. You like getting your ass slapped by your bodyguard?"

Her eyes shut and her lips part further, a familiar pink tints her cheeks. "Ex-bodyguard. And yes."

I groan deep in my throat, thrusting deeper. Unbelievable, this woman will slaughter every restraint in me.

I wrap one arm below her waist until my chest is pressed against her back and I bury myself so deep inside her I am sure my cock will be engraved on her walls. Just the way I wish it would.

The headboard bangs against the wall in rhythmic response to my thrusts as I pound into Aisha. "Oh, God, Nimit!" The sound of my name on her lips as she claws at the bedsheet and shatters around me yet again breaks my composure. Unable to control myself, I come right after her with a groan of her name, my orgasm ripping through every barrier I had created with the force of a hurricane.

I swear I saw stars under my eyelids with a blinding force that leaves me senseless and speechless. When the aftershocks finally fade, I turn her trembling body around and sink in the sensation of her soft curves melting into my body. I smooth her hair out of her face before giving her a soft kiss.

This is the part where I normally get out of bed and ask the woman to leave but that's the last thing I want to do with Aisha. I want her here, with me, for an eternity. And that notion is dangerous to even think. "You okay?"

Aisha nods, still catching her breath. "Never been better. that was..."

"I know." I smile down at her. "It's getting dark."

A fierce protectiveness washes over me as she presses her face into my chest. She tightens her arms around my neck and presses a soft kiss to my neck that makes my stomach twist in the strangest way. "Do you want me to leave?"

"Want? No." I sigh heavily. "But you should." She doesn't move and I feel guiltier with ever passing second. "I am still hiding from people who kill before asking the name, Aisha."

"I know."

"So..."

"5 more minutes." She mutters in my throat, snuggling into my arms and resting her head against my pounding heart. "Please."

And we all know I have never been able to say no to Aisha Mehta.

And pretty soon those 5 minutes turn into 5 hours.

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