Chapter 8 #2
She rolled her hips against him, feeling his hard length through his pants. "As if I could forget."
"Let me make sure." He pulled her panties aside, his fingers sliding through her slick folds. "So wet. Always so ready for me."
"Always," she agreed breathlessly, reaching for his belt.
She freed him from his pants, wrapping her hand around his thick length. He groaned, his head falling back.
"Akriti—"
"Shh." She slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs. "My turn."
His eyes went dark. "You don't have to—"
"I want to." She pressed a soft kiss to the tip, tasting the bead of moisture there. "Teach me."
The groan that tore from his throat was guttural. "Fuck. You're going to kill me."
She explored him with her mouth—soft kisses along his length, learning what made him gasp, what made him curse. When she finally took him into her mouth, his hand fisted in her hair.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough. "Just like that. Take more—fuck, yes."
She worked him with growing confidence, taking him deeper, using her tongue, her hand, everything to bring him pleasure.
His control was fracturing. She could see it in the tension of his body, the tightness of his jaw, the way his hips were starting to move.
"Stop," he ordered roughly. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come in your mouth."
"So?" She licked along his length. "Maybe I want that."
"Later. Right now, I need to be inside you."
He hauled her up, turning her to face the desk. With one hand, he bent her over the polished wood. With the other, he shoved her saree and petticoat up around her waist.
"Hold on," he warned.
Then he was ripping her panties—literally tearing the delicate lace—and entering her in one deep, claiming stroke.
Akriti cried out, the sudden fullness stealing her breath. He was so deep in this position, hitting spots that made her see stars.
"Too much?" he asked, stilling.
"No. More. Please, more."
He pulled back and slammed home, setting a brutal pace. The desk shook with each thrust. Papers scattered to the floor. Her laptop teetered dangerously close to the edge.
She didn't care.
All she cared about was the feel of him inside her, owning her, claiming her with every powerful stroke.
"Mine," he growled, his hand wrapping around her throat—not squeezing, just possessing. "Every part of you is mine."
"Yours," she gasped. "Only yours."
His other hand snaked around to her front, finding her clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Pleasure built at the base of her spine, coiling tighter and tighter.
"I can feel you getting close," he said, his voice dark satisfaction. "Can feel your pussy getting tighter. You're going to come for me, aren't you? Going to scream my name so everyone knows exactly what we're doing."
"Yes—oh god, yes—"
"Then come. Now. Let me feel it."
His fingers pressed harder on her clit, circling relentlessly. His cock hit that perfect spot deep inside. And she shattered.
She screamed his name, her body convulsing, clenching around him so hard it bordered on pain. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
He followed her over with a roar, his hips jerking, his release flooding her, marking her internally as his.
They collapsed against the desk, breathing hard, completely spent.
"Even when we're working," Raghav murmured against her neck, "I want you."
"Clearly." She could barely form words. "You just destroyed my panties."
"I'll buy you new ones." He pulled out slowly, making her whimper. "Expensive ones. That I can rip off you again."
"You're insatiable."
"Only for you." He turned her in his arms, kissing her deeply. "Only ever for you."
She melted against him, utterly satisfied, utterly his.
It took another hour to finish their analysis, both of them slightly disheveled, the study smelling distinctly of sex.
But by the time they were done, they had irrefutable proof—the emails were fabricated, the phone records were fake, and everything pointed back to Alina.
"She's been feeding the Kapoors information," Akriti said, pulling up bank records she'd hacked into (another skill Raghav hadn't known she possessed). "Payments from a shell company tied to their operations. Six transfers over three months."
"Why?" Raghav stared at the evidence. "Why betray us?"
"Jealousy. Revenge." Akriti met his eyes. "She wanted you. Thought you'd choose her eventually. When you chose me instead, she couldn't handle it."
He pulled her close, his arms banding around her. "There was never a choice. It was always you. From the moment I got the call about your accident and realized I'd nearly lost you—it was always you."
"I know." She kissed him softly. "I know that now."
"Good." His eyes hardened. "Now let's go deal with the woman who tried to destroy you."
*
The confrontation took place in the formal living room. Alina was brought up from the secure room, her wrists bound, her face pale.
The entire family was present—Vikram, Savitri, Ranveer, various aunts and uncles. All witnesses to the traitor's unmasking.
Akriti stood beside Raghav, the evidence displayed on a projector screen. Her voice was steady as she presented the proof—the fake IP addresses, the inconsistent cell tower data, the bank transfers from Kapoor shell companies.
Alina's face went from pale to ashen.
"This is—you can't prove—"
"We can prove everything," Raghav said coldly. "You fabricated evidence to frame my wife. You've been selling our secrets to the Kapoors for months. You committed treason."
"I didn't—it's not what it looks like—"
"Then what is it?" His voice could have cut glass. "Explain the money. Explain the timing. Explain why you tried to destroy Akriti."
Alina's composure cracked completely. "You chose her!" The words burst out, raw and desperate. "That timid nothing! After everything we built together, everything we accomplished—you chose her!"
"Yes." Raghav's arm went around Akriti's waist, pulling her against his side. "I chose my wife. The woman I married. The woman I should have valued from the beginning."
"She's nothing compared to me!" Alina's eyes were wild now. "I'm sophisticated, educated, worldly—everything she's not! I could have been your equal! We could have ruled this empire together!"
"We were never equals," Raghav said flatly. "You were my employee. Nothing more. Whatever fantasies you created in your head—they were just that. Fantasies."
"You're making a mistake—"
"The only mistake I made was not seeing your obsession sooner." His eyes were empty of warmth. "You're not fit to breathe the same air as my wife. She's worth a thousand of you."
The words seemed to break something in Alina. She lunged forward, but the guards held her back.
"You'll regret this!" she screamed. "The Kapoors will destroy you! Everything I gave them—they're coming for you! For your empire! For her!"
Raghav's expression didn't change. "Let them try."
He nodded to Vikram. "She's yours. Do what you think is necessary."
Vikram's smile was cold. "It will be my pleasure."
As the guards dragged Alina away—still screaming, still threatening—Raghav turned to the assembled family.
"Let this be a lesson. Betrayal will not be tolerated. Threats against my wife will not be tolerated. Anyone who has a problem with that—" His eyes landed on Ranveer. "—can leave now."
Silence.
No one moved. No one spoke.
Message received.
Later, in the privacy of their bedroom, Akriti turned to Raghav. "What will happen to her?"
"Do you want to know?"
She thought about it. About the woman who'd tried to destroy her, who'd betrayed them all, who'd put countless lives at risk.
"No," she decided. "I just want her gone."
"She will be." He pulled her close, his embrace protective. "She'll never hurt you again. I promise."
"I know." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I trust you."
"Good." His eyes darkened with desire. "Because I'm about to show you exactly what happens when someone tries to take what's mine."
He claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, and she surrendered to him completely.
Her husband. Her protector. Her obsession.
Hers.
And she was his.
Forever.
No matter what darkness lay ahead.