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The Concession|| 18+






Sinner's Society 2 I met him on a vacation. Two weeks. One bed. Zero consequencesβ¦ or so I thought. He wanted forever. I fed him a lie, made promises I never meant, and disappeared without looking back. Four years later, Iβm a rising star. Engaged to a man my family chose. And just when I think Iβve outrun my past, I meet my fiancΓ©βs brother. Itβs him. The stranger I left behind. The obsession I thought I buried. The man I turned into a monster. Siddharth Rodriguez. He hasnβt moved on. And he sure as hell wonβt let me marry someone else. I canβt manipulate him anymore. He knows every game I play. But I donβt know the man heβs become. Because this isnβt love anymore. This is sickness. And he wonβt stop until my heart bleeds his name.



Sinner's Society 1 βNo this isnβt right.β I push him back, a slight frown pulling up on his ravishing face as he cups my cheeks. βWhat isnβt right, princess?β βYou and I, together, that isnβt right. You're My Masi's stepson, I canβt betray her.β My sentence ends in a gasp as he thrusts deeper into me. βSay that one more time, and Iβll fuck you so hard that youβll forget to use your senses when it comes to overthink about it.β His lips brushes against mine as he husks, that mere touch getting me to the edgeβ though I'll never confront this to him. βI love her, I canβt do this to herβahh.β A moan leaves my mouth as he thrusts in again after pulling out, as if he needs me more than he needs oxygen. βAnd I love you. I'm going to annihilate the love you have for others, until I'm the only person who you will share your heart with.β He kisses my neck as he keeps the sensual rhythm in and out of me. βButββ Words get stuck on my tongue when he starins his hand forward to pick up his pants from the floor and takes out a gun from his pocket, all the while keeping himself buried inside of me. He looks straight into my eyes, a villainous anger burning in his orbs as he places the gun on his temple. βKabir whatββ he cuts me off βSay that I canβt touch you again, and I wonβt hesitate to pull the trigger and blow my fucking skull.β βBut it isnβt right!β I snap, throwing the gun away from his hand. βI knowβ he whispers before placing his lips on mine, biting into my bottom lip. βBut Iβll make it right.β he pulls back to murmur against my lips. This is wrong in every way possible, but he has no plan of stopping and Iβm too weak to resist. I was never the kind to be told what I should do, but he? He is overpowering my system and making a space for himself in my soul. He's owning me, and I hate that. It doesn't matter how much I crave him, itβs forbidden, because heβs my Auntβs stepson and right now heβs buried deep inside me while peppering kisses all over my face. I came here to visit my Aunt and her New family for winter. Getting into a scandalous relationship with her Stepson was never the intention. But now that it has already happened, itβs too late to put an end to this madness. Itβs hard to resist when your stepbrother wants nothing but to consume every inch of your soul, to own you.



"Playing with me, are you? You should know that the thorns along this path are sharp and can draw blood." "For you, I'd endure a little pain."



My last goal is to be Mrs Mysha Saxena. Mysha Saxena...sounds good right? I know it does. My parents think the same thing and thatβs why they fixed my marriage with their best friendβs son, Aryan Saxena. But little do they know that I donβt want him. I want his Dad. Neal Saxena, the reason why I feel delighted to wake up to this shitty world everyday. My felicity depends solely on him. I want him and I'll get him, whether he likes it or not.

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