" I... I ....need you..." i just whispered and that was all it he slammed his lips on me.

Our kisses were desperate and hungry, fueled by the adrenaline and passion that had been building during our dance of deceit. His hands roamed over my body, peeling away the layers of the sexy lingerie like he was unwrapping a gift. My own hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.

Pranay's kisses grew more insistent, his tongue delving deep into my mouth as if seeking refuge from the chaos outside. I could feel his need, his desire to claim and protect me, and it only made me want him more. We tumbled onto the bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, his body heavy and warm above mine.

His lips moved down over my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He took my breast in his hand, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak through the fabric before his mouth closed around it. I gasped as he bit gently, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. His hands moved with purpose, his touch both gentle and possessive, as if he was reassuring himself that I was real, that I was his.

I stood up and pulled his pants down. " Suck me dry Meera. I will not fuck you until you are really going to be completely mine."

The words stung like a slap across my face, but the hunger in his eyes was undeniable. I knew this was part of the power play, part of the dance we had been dancing since the moment we met. I knelt before him, my eyes never leaving his.

I took him in my mouth, my tongue flicking against his tip. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, urging me to take more. I could taste his desire, his need for control, and I gave it to him, eagerly swallowing his cock with every stroke. His grip tightened, his hips jerking forward, and I knew he was close.

With one final plunge, he came with a roar, his hot seed filling my mouth. I pulled back, looking up at him through my lashes. His eyes were blazing, his chest heaving with exertion. He stared down at me, his expression a mix of lust and something deeper, something primal that I couldn't quite name.

He reached down, lifting me to my feet. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl. "Now you're mine."

With trembling hands, I unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His gaze was like a brand, searing into my soul. I stepped out of my panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Pranay's eyes swept over me, a silent declaration of ownership that sent a shiver down my spine. He stepped closer, his hand caressing my cheek before his mouth found mine again. This time, the kiss was gentle, almost tender.

He laid me back on the bed, his body hovering over mine. His hands moved with precision, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the chiseled muscles beneath. I couldn't help but stare, my breath hitching at the sight of his bare chest. He smelled of leather and sandalwood, a scent that was both comforting and exhilarating.

Pranay's hand trailed down my body, his touch setting my skin alight. He paused at my waist, his fingers tracing the line of my hips before sliding down to my core. I gasped as he touched me, my body responding instinctively. His eyes never left mine as he began to explore, his touch both gentle and insistent.

He slid one finger inside me, his eyes darkening as he felt my wetness. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips, my body arching into his touch. His thumb found my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. My legs trembled, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him as the waves of pleasure began to build.

Pranay's eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. All he saw was need, raw and unbridled. "What do you want, Meera?" he asked again, his voice a rough whisper.

"You, Daddy," I moaned, the words slipping from my lips unbidden. The intimate term of endearment sent a thrill through me, and his eyes blazed even hotter. He growled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I had been dreaming of since I had first seen him in collage.

He kissed me again, his tongue sliding against mine as he pushed my legs apart. The anticipation was unbearable, my body begging for him to fill me, to claim me completely. And then, with one swift motion, he did. His cock slid into me, stretching me in a way that was both painful and exquisite. No man has touched me in last 8 months. Yes, he trained me for 8 months. I gasped, my nails digging into his back.

Pranay's thrusts grew stronger, his body moving in a rhythm that spoke of years of practice and dominance. I could feel the beast inside him, the one that had been unleashed by our dance of deceit and desire. His eyes never left mine, the intensity in his gaze making it impossible to hide from the reality of what was happening.

Gasps escaped my lips as he filled me completely, the sensation of his cock moving inside me sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. Every inch of him was a declaration of his power, and I took it all in, my legs wrapping around his waist as I urged him deeper. The room was a blur of passion and power, the air thick with the scent of our desire.

Pranay's strokes grew more powerful, his hips slamming into me with an intensity that bordered on brutal. I could feel my orgasm building, my muscles tightening around him as I neared the precipice. His hand moved to my throat, his grip firm but not painful, as if reminding me who was in control.

The pressure mounted, my body straining against the tide of pleasure. And then it crashed over me, my body convulsing around him as I screamed out his name. Pranay's eyes never left mine, his own climax following closely behind. His grip tightened, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he reached his peak, his warmth flooding me as he marked me as his.

We lay there, our bodies tangled, panting and sweaty, for a few moments before reality began to seep back in. The mission was not over. We had the intel, but there was still much work to be done. Pranay rolled off me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he reached for his phone.

" Ask Ajay to look after him in the cell. I will not be there." Pranay gave instructions. We got dressed and  left.

" Make sure no evidence is left." He said to the guards.

Pranay's voice was firm, leaving no room for misunderstanding. He had made his decision. The club and house was to be searched thoroughly and any evidence linking us to the incident with agent Kayle eradicated.

The drive back to the mansion was tense, the air thick with the scent of sex and the echoes of our shared power. Pranay's hand rested on my thigh, his thumb drawing slow circles that sent shivers through my body.