Warning:- The chapter has adult language and high adult/Sexual content. if you are not comfortable, feel free to skip it.

𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑹𝑨𝑱 - 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓

There were plenty of women around, ready to drop to their knees for me, but my cock was hard for a woman who didn't give a damn about my presence. 

Jesus Christ, she was going to be the death of me—and she didn't even know it yet.

She has beautiful tattoos on her body—a flying butterfly on her right upper arm, a small black rose on the curve of her left shoulder, and I think there are many more hidden beneath her tight dress. And I'd love to explore that beautiful art.

I could still smell her apple scent, her alcoholic breaths intoxicating me more than my whiskey ever could. I'd never been so addicted to anything like this.

I wanted her to be my meal tonight whether she liked it or not. I wanted to break her tonight in pieces. I had watched her for an extended moment before turning on my heels and walking to my suite. From there, I continued watching her through the cameras.

She sat on a barstool, crossing her legs, giving me a perfect view of the snake tattoo on her shin. She was talking to her friend, her movements so effortless. She didn't have to try hard to get my attention. She was temptation itself—a queen who didn't bow but possessed enough power to make anyone her slave.

I watched her, sipping my whisky slowly as if my tongue were tasting her. I added two more ice cubes, but the alcohol burn did nothing to distract me from the heat pooling beneath my pants. My thoughts were broken apart when my phone buzzed on the table. I grabbed it, Fabio's name flashed across the screen.

"Yeah?" I growled, my eyes still locked on the screen, ensuring I didn't lose sight of her. "Are you having sex?" Fabio asked straight, picking up on my heavy tone.

"Nope. But don't worry, I'll find my meal soon." Fabio laughed. "Of course you will, kid. What about Alfredo?" 

Ignoring Fabio's words, I leaned forward, my jaw clenching as I saw a shirtless guy approach her, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles, and then—she grabbed his neck, yanking him to her and kissed him.

My eyes burned with the flames of anger rising inside me as I watched him claiming her mouth, his hands gripping her ass. My grip on the glass tightened, imagining it was his neck. How dare he? It seemed I'd have to drench my hands in blood again.

"Fabio, we'll talk later." I hung up the call and banged the glass on the table after finishing my drink in one rough gulp. I stood up as she made her way out of the party, for the bastard to follow her.

You wanted him to touch you, amore, and I would make sure it was the last thing he ever touched.

I took a secret passage to reach the hallway, where I watched her pass by, my eyes following her until she stepped into her suite. The faint sound of footsteps drew my attention, and I turned to see that shirtless bastard strutting down the hall, a smug smile on his face as if he'd just won a trophy.

For the third time in one night he made me upset. 

He stopped short when he saw me standing in his path, puffing on a cigar. I pushed off the wall, walking toward him as I blew smoke into his face, letting the fog obscure the most unwanted face for me for a few seconds.

"Why are you following her?" The stupidest question I had ever asked a stripper. But my mind wasn't thinking straight, as the image of his mouth on her still flashed in front of my eyes, urging me to burn his lips first. I'd never felt so jealous in my entire life.

"She hired me," he said casually, shrugging. His smirk was still plastered on his face, as if he thought I was a customer about to hire him. Lack of awareness, and mia amore wanted him to worship her pussy. She deserved a real man.

I took one last hit of my cigar before flicking it to the ground and stomping it out. While my men seized him and tied him to the chair in the same room, I had murdered Alfredo two hours ago. His hands were tied behind the chair, and his legs were tied to the chair's front legs.

"Let me the fuck go, you fucking asshole!" he spat, thrashing against the restraints. I smirked at his pitiful state. "Are you going to murder me?" he hesitantly asked. Of course.

How could he think he could kiss my girl in front of me and not face the consequences? I don't care about murdering an innocent, especially when he thought he could fuck the girl I was planning to devour tonight.

"You had your lips on my girl," I growled, reading the horror on his face. "You touched her ass, her waist." I gripped his throat tighter until I choked his windpipe. He cursed me under his breath, and his lips formed the word motherfucker.

I punched him hard in the nose before pulling my fist away, blood dripping down from his nostrils. "Look, man, that lady wants some company. She picked me for the night. It's not my fault!" I sighed and straightened. "I wasn't aware she was yours."

I chuckled coldly. Figuratively, she wasn't mine yet—but she was mine to take tonight. And this fucking bastard would never understand my obsession for her. I wouldn't care to explain.

Grabbing his collar, I dragged him with his limbs tied up and threw him near table where dozens of tools available for me—blades, screwdrivers, hooks. Choices, choices.

A screwdriver would be best, since I had already used a blade on Alfredo. I stared at the tool in my hand—a serrated screwdriver, specially designed for torturing people.

"Fuck, man," His eyes widened in horror, and he tried to scramble back, but his tied limbs were immobile. 

"Are you doing this because I was about to fuck her?" he yelled, veins popping from his forehead. "You're fucking crazy, bastard."

"That bitch wants to be fucked." He was trying hard to wriggle out of the chains, but it wasn't possible for him. Marco made sure of that. "I wasn't doing anything wrong, it's my fucking job." His last word choked out as I stabbed the screwdriver straight into his torso.

"Two mistakes," I hissed, pushing the blade deeper until it broke the bone of his ribs. "First,  do not talk to me like that." I twisted the tool, eliciting a scream. "Second, never use filthy words to insult my girl."

A painful scream ripped from his throat, followed by a second scream when I yanked the screwdriver out. "One more filthy word for her, and you gonna regret your tongue."

"I'm curious," I bent down and gritted out through my teeth. "How many people have you killed, Xavier?" His brow cocked up. 

"Don't call me that." He screamed out as I stabbed at his abdomen, hitting his vital organs, and slowly pulled the screwdriver out.

"Why?" I leaned closer until I was inches away from his face. "And I don't like it when someone disobeys me, Xavier." He flinched as I ran the tip of the screwdriver over his skin. His eyes were surely wondering what my next spot to stab him would be.

And I was fucking enjoying his fear. It was just an intimidating tactic, meant to torture weak-minded people with trepidation. "Don't make me ask again," I warned him, circling the tip of the screwdriver between my fingers.

"I don't know," he shouted, frustrated. "I've never killed anyone." Liar

What did he think, that I wasn't aware of his background? That he was a contract killer. I'd been watching him through the camera when he was talking to someone on a call, while training his eyes on her, and then how seductively he peeled off his shirt and walked toward her just to get her attention.

When I'd seen his face, I wondered where I had seen him. I was shocked that someone actually hired Xavier to kill mia amore, and she wasn't aware of it. Of course, he was here to enjoy her vacation. How could she even think that someone was here to kill her?

"You work for Miller Salvatore, right?" I asked, and soon his dickhead caught up with the situation that he had been caught. "How did you know that?" He stammered. 

What a stupid question. I wasn't new to the crime world. "Have you drugged her?"

I stabbed him again, this time lower, forcing a confession from his trembling lips and he muttered. "Yes, I did. I did." He yelled, blood bubbling in his mouth.

"That girl knew how to protect herself," he spat. I smiled darkly. I didn't know why I felt proud of her. I had never admired any girl like that before. "She is fucking princess, so I should be cautious with my plans."

Who wants to kill her? I don't know.

Thank God, I locked her inside her suite. I had a gut feeling that something was completely wrong with her when I bumped into her on the dance floor. I mean, I knew she was intoxicated, but I didn't know this fucker had drugged her.

Without hesitation, I plunged the screwdriver into his throat, severing his carotid artery, and before he could process it, he died. 

But my hunt didn't end here. Mia amore desperately needed me tonight.

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𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑨𝑻 - 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓

My world was spinning as if I were on a rollercoaster ride. Why the hell did I drink so much? I wanted to reach the couch, but why did it feel like it was miles away? I had no strength left to walk. My feet were already aching from dancing in those torturous heels.

I blinked my eyes again, but my vision was still blurred. Backing up against the wall for support, I removed my heels one at a time and tossed them behind me, so that I could walk without tumbling over. 

I hated falling. It felt like someone was ripping out pieces of my pride and grinding them beneath their feet.

I nearly crashed to the floor multiple times as I stumbled my way toward the couch, but despite struggling with my blurry vision, I finally found the couch and collapsed onto the soft fabric. I tried brushing my hair away from my face, but it kept falling back and capturing my face again and again.

I stopped brushing away that stubborn hair because I was exhausted. So, fucking exhausted.

Becoming the CEO of two companies didn't sound as glamorous as the title suggested. It came with endless work and responsibilities. Every time I crossed paths with my father or brother, the look in their eyes made it seem like they would burn me alive if they could.

I wouldn't have been surprised if my dad was still trying to hold on to the CEO position, even though I was supposed to take over soon. My grandfather had already suggested my name to the board as the next CEO, and considering my past achievements, everyone agreed to go with his recommendation.

The news wasn't official yet that I was going to take over the company. The transition was still underway, but my father wanted me to step back so his beloved son—my great brother—could claim the position instead.

My grandfather would be announcing the news at the fifty-year ceremony of Rai Singhania Group next week. So, I wanted a little break before crushing the malevolence of my father and brother.

I knew, my lights gonna burn some asses, but I'll shine anyway.

But right now, I was burning with the need to feel the strongest orgasm of my life. My intoxicated state only heightened the heat between my legs, clenching my core in need. I was waiting for him. 

For him? Who?

That stripper or that holy hotness?

That Italian cologne guy who had secured me in his arms when I was about to embarrass myself in front of thousands of people over the dance floor. A second later, I opened my eyes, and the biggest man I'd ever seen in my life was holding me as if I belonged to him.

Fucking hot. I'd never seen such a broad, sculpted torso in my whole life, considering how many I'd hooked up with. His muscles were so rock-hard, it felt like touching solid stone. His ruffled hair brushed against his forehead, his eyes locked on mine, eye-fucking me with his amber gaze.

He had to be at least six-foot-three, maybe six-four, no—maybe even six-five—with that powerful frame. I was tempted to run my palm along his torso, peeking from beneath his black shirt. His shirt buttons were fighting for their life.

And then, the universe itself granted my darkest desires, and my palm pressed harder against his torso as he pulled me closer, inching me toward him until I was a breath away from his lips, while his hands hovered over my bare back, sending shivers spiraling down my spine.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My heart raced with the closeness, but I tried hard to keep my heartbeat even. I didn't want to expose myself. He darted out his tongue, licking his lips vulgarly, already fighting to restrain the urge to devour my lips.

I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about initiating the kiss, but I controlled my fucking hormones. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and I rolled my head up, my eyes roaming around the room, searching for it.

"Stop ringing, please. I don't have enough strength to answer." But still, it vibrated on the floor, half slipping out of my clutch.

I scrambled down from the couch, dropping onto all fours as I crawled to grab my phone, my hands sinking into the plush wool carpet. "Bitch, why did you drink this much?" I mumbled to myself, giggling even harder as I nearly dropped onto my elbow.

Finally, I grabbed my phone and answered. "Yeah, Jim?"

"Mam, are you alright? Do you need me there?" Jim asked, looking worried. I still don't know how I managed to find a gentleman like him, especially when I've been surrounded by all kinds of assholes.

"Jim, you worry too much," I replied, leaning back onto my heels. "I'm fine. Really. Just—maybe a little too much whisky, but who's counting, right?" I laughed softly, my free hand brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

Cape Town was more than just a destination—it was my escape. Whenever I felt fucked up or needed a break from my workaholic schedule, I packed a suitcase and fled to this sun-soaked city. Here, no one cared who I was or what I did. For once, I could truly breathe.

Jim sighed on the other side of the call. "Are you sure, Mam? Cape Town may be your favorite, but that doesn't mean it's completely safe." Jim was always worried about me, especially after the three attacks I'd endured over the past three months.

A grin crept onto my lips. "I'll be fine, Jim. Stop worrying about me. And for fuck's sake, stop calling me 'Ma'am.' We've been friends since childhood." I could picture him shaking his head in exasperation.

Jim was five years older than me, and his father had been my dad's bodyguard. Following in his father's footsteps, Jim had taken an oath to protect me. I still remembered the day he killed a snake that was about to bite me when I was just ten years old.

To me, Jim wasn't just a bodyguard—he was my best buddy, my partner in crime, and the brother I never had, especially considering how many people he had taken down for my sake.

I hung up the call when the creak of the door opening echoed in my ears. I turned around and saw a figure standing in the doorway, shrouded in shadow. After stepping inside, he shut the door behind him.

"You're late," I said, glancing at the time on my wristwatch. But he didn't answer. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, plunged a hand into his pants pocket, and pulled out something. I couldn't see what it was.

It was too dark inside the room, and maybe I was little intoxicated too.

He flicked his lighter, and the small flicker of fire gave me a clear view of his sharp jawline as he lit his cigar. He pocketed the lighter, leaving only the blaring red cherry of the cigar visible. Impressive—he had good taste in tobacco. I didn't like cigarettes.

Puffing on his cigar, he stared at me, and I couldn't even tell what he could see in the dim light. Leaning against the edge of the couch, I stared back at him. It reminded me of those horror movies where ghosts sneak into your room, daring you to feel their presence.

I'd never believed in ghosts, which was why I'd never been thrilled to watch horror movies—I knew the real story behind them. Five minutes had passed, and he was still there, not making a slight movement. Finally, I decided to break the icy silence.

"Well?" Tossing my phone behind me on the couch, I stepped forward. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do what I paid you for?" He didn't answer, but he did grin—a slow, sinful twist of his lips that electrified my whole body.

I could see the movement of his sinful lips, illuminated by the blaring red cherry. "I was starting to think you'd left me waiting for nothing."

Still nothing. His silence should have unnerved me, but it didn't. If anything, it added to the heat pooling in my core, making me desperate to have him. That's why I kissed him on the dance floor earlier.

I stopped in front of him until his scent crawled into my nostrils, intensifying my desire. I couldn't see his face clearly, but it was my private suite, and no one could step inside without my permission. He was the hot stripper I had paid for tonight, but why was he still fully clothed when the next activity required us to be naked?

But something was different about him. He looked taller, broader than I remembered—definitely I was high. I was annoyed because he was so focused on blowing out smoke rings, but the heat between my thighs loved the way he looked while puffing on cigar.

My vagina might've even been jealous of the cigar. Slowly, I let go of my hand, gripped the cigar, and yanked it out of his mouth, stubbed it into the wall.

He didn't say anything but his eyes followed my actions and then returned to me. "Your time to entertain me is up. Now, take your ass and get the hell out of my room." I pointed to the door. "And send me a real man who can please my pussy."

I waved my two fingers in the air, turned around and began to walk, but he was too fast. His hand snapped out, wrapping around my hair, yanking me closer to him until my feet were no longer touching the floor. 

He leaned into me, pressing me harder against his torso. Rather than being pushed away from him, I felt myself being absorbed by him.

"Watch your tone, baby." He lowered his head until he reached my ear. His hot breath warmed my skin as his lips traced the outer edge of my ear. "It will lead to your punishment." Another wave of excitement washed over me.

"You're even more sultry up close," he murmured, his voice fucking deep, his sinful eyes devouring my face. He lifted his free hand and ran a fingertip along the edge of my face, then around my lips until my mouth opened to suck in a breath.

"I know that," I hissed, and he smirked in response, like a devil itself appreciating my beauty. "Are you really going to punish me?" I really didn't have any idea why the fuck I was provoking him.

The intensity in his eyes held me in place, and my nipples tightened into firm buds, poking through my dress. Threats always managed to turn me on.

"Well, it depends," he whispered against my lips. His hand hiked up the hem of my dress and swept his palm up my inner thigh to my core, drowning out a shameless moan from my mouth. "Will you be my good girl or a bad one?"

This guy smelled like pure smoke and expensive, fine Italian leather. It intoxicated me more than earlier. Cruelty had a taste. I could taste it from mere inches away. I'd never felt such intensity in my body before, for any man.

He rubbed his thumb over my clit through my drenched thong, and I fought back another moan as I arched into his hand. "I still desperately want to know your name, amore." I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, hoping it would stop showing my weakness.

Amore! Why did he sound like him? God, Kai. He can't be here. For fuck's sake, stop lusting over him.

"Tell me your name, and I will leave. But if you don't..." Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he pressed me harder against his torso until my bones started to crack between his strong arms. 

My nails dug into his torso. "I'm gonna be your real man and please your pussy. And I promise you'll beg for more once I'm done with you."

The darkness of the room, the roughness of his voice—it all went straight to the heat pulsing between my thighs, wetting me even more.

"You think I'm scared of your idle threats?" I fisted his shirt fabric near his chest and yanked his face toward me, boring my emerald eyes into his. "If you want to suck on me..." I growled deeply, biting his jaw harshly. "Be a man and beg for it."

"So, you want to be bad tonight?" He grabbed my ass with one hand, and the other was already around my waist, molding me into his warm body just as he wanted, and I clung to him like his second skin.

"Well, it depends," he smirked as I threw his words back at him. His tongue flicked out, licking his bottom lip, and my mouth went dry with need.

"Will you let me feast on you if I bow before you?" he groaned, lapping at my neck flesh with his tongue before sinking his teeth into my skin. I moaned again even though he bruised my skin. Why the fuck today I had no control over me? "Only if you make me your goddess."

I stared deeply into his eyes for a brief moment before tilting my head up, reaching for his lips, and capturing them between mine. His mouth still had the taste of burning tobacco. God, his mouth wasn't taste like earlier but it was something I wanted right now. A need.

He groaned, deepening the kiss and bruising my lips with my teeth. The way he kissed made it obvious—either it was the first time, or he had done it many times before. I moaned into his mouth, needing more, deepening the kiss and prying his lips apart so I could dip my tongue inside.

He growled, his restraint slipping. He bent down and grabbed the back of my thighs roughly, lifting me up and my legs instinctively curled around his waist. My core ground against his hard cock, the length of him only intensifying my desire.

My hands swept into his hair, angling my head so he could plunge his tongue into my mouth. His hands rubbing my ass so hard as if he would bruise them with his hands.

"You're very predictable, amore," he hissed, spinning our bodies before slamming me against the wall with force. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, jerking my mouth away so his lips trailed down my jaw and settled at the curve between my neck and shoulder.

I panted as I felt his teeth graze against my flesh before he bit down. Sharp pleasure rolled my eyes to the back of my head, and a long moan slipped from my mouth.

"Fuck, baby," he cursed, his tongue flicking against the sensitive spot beneath my ear with an animalistic groan. "Those sexy moans of yours."

My eyes fluttered shut as I drowned in the ocean of pleasure his tongue and teeth were drawing out of me. And that's exactly what I wanted tonight—something that would leave me breathless and utterly satisfied.

"La tua figa è bagnata per me, amore?" He growled, nipping a bit viciously at my neck, and I couldn't help but wince from the pain. But his tongue smoothed over the bite mark, soothing the sting. (Is your pussy wet for me, love?)

"Yes," I whispered, pleasure overriding my head. I didn't even know what the hell he asked, but still, I said yes. And what if he was asking for permission to cut my throat?

His hands drifted lower, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my thong. A second later, he tore the silk with one sharp tug and pocketed the torn fabric in his pants. Well, that was weird.

"Ugh, Mmm," His fingers rubbed my clit harshly until the tip of his middle finger dipped inside me. A low, deep growl slipped from his throat when he realized how wet I was for him.

"Cazzo, baby, sei così fradicia. Fammi sentire come canti adesso." He hissed out of his breath. (Fuck, baby, you're so drenched. Let me hear you sing now.)

What the fuck did he say again? Don't worry, Kai, he hasn't cut your throat yet, and he won't do that.

My inner voice moaned loudly when his two fingers plunged inside me, thrusting in and out, then curling to hit that spot. My vision blurred, and I rewarded him with yelps of pleasure. I don't remember the last time I screamed this loud from just fingers.

Instinctively, I pushed my hips forward, arching into his hand so I could hit that pleasurable spot again. He withdrew his fingers before thrusting them into me again. And again, until he was fucking me with his fingers, and all I could do was sing for him, just the way he asked.

"You sing so fucking sexy," he darkly whispered in my ear. I could feel my juices dripping onto his fingers. His fingers curled sharply inside me, and the orgasm built low in my stomach.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered, followed by long, husky moans drawn from my throat. "Canti così bene quando ti succhio la figa?" he asked hoarsely, and I nodded—I think. (Do you sing sexy when I suck your pussy?)

He released his fingers and shock flared my chest, and slowly I opened my eyes only to see his dark face. I was still pressed the wall, my legs curled around his waist.

Wrapping a hand around my waist and he yanked me back into his arms. My wet core clashed with his hard cock, straining against his jeans, and whimpers spilled from my mouth as his cock purposefully ground against my folds.

"What happened?" I curled my hand around his neck, saying nothing as he carried me toward the balcony. "You don't want your pussy eaten under the stars, amore?"

He opened the glass door with a creak and stepped into the compact space. Compared to the room, it was nothing—barely big enough for the chairs and the glass railing. "Or are you scared that thousands of stars will watch you getting mouth-fucked right in front of them?"

"Scandalous, don't you think?" I smirked in response. The sound of waves echoed in my ears, but they weren't nearly as loud as the pounding of my heartbeat as he sat down in the chair with me on his lap.

He grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back against the railing. "Place your hands on either side," he commanded. I did as he said, leaning my back against the railing's edge, planting my hands on either side for balance.

He leaned forward, pulled out the torn silk of my thong, and split the fabric into two pieces. Looping it around my hands, he tied one wrist to the railing. "What are you..." He shushed me, repeating the process with my other wrist.

Now I was completely strapped in place, unable to move my upper body. He lifted my legs up until my torso was dangling in the air and then he placed my legs on his shoulder, positioning his face between them so that my ass was in front of his face.

This position was quite awkward, but I always enjoyed trying new things, especially during sex. His eyes first devoured my bare pussy, and then he put his mouth on me, causing a whimper to leave my mouth.

"You smell so addictive." The torn fabric grazed against my flesh as he feasted on my pussy like a starving man. Just like he asked me to be, few minutes ago.

My eyes rolled back so hard, and my mouth fell open as his tongue lapped at my cunt, circling my clit and plunging into my opening. His mouth was hungry, sucking and eating my clit like a predator.

It's too much—too good—too painful—but too pleasurable

I tried to concentrate on the millions of splashed stars above me, hoping to focus on my orgasm rather than the pain the fabric was causing to my flesh. But my resistance collapsed the moment his teeth closed around my clit, biting my swollen lips—not enough to hurt me, but enough to jerk my pelvis.

"Fucking delicious." He murmured, before sucking my clit into his mouth. I cried out, pleasure consuming me whole, and I didn't realize when I came over his mouth, but still, he was there, licking every drop of me. I'd never seen a starving man like him before.

It didn't take long for his tongue to hit the right spot, and a powerful orgasm exploded out of me. I screamed loudly, not giving a damn if anyone on this cruise heard me.

And then he untied both my wrists, jerking me upward until my breasts pressed into his chest. My legs encircled his waist while my hands were placed on his broad shoulders for balance. "You didn't tell me your name, amore?"

I smirked, too exhausted to respond right away. "Won't you be able to figure it out on your own, mystery man?" He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, tightening his fingers and yanking me closer to him.

"Next time, I will fuck you with my cock if you don't tell me your name," he growled, his voice laced with obsession.

"This is my last night on this cruise, and you will never find out where I came from, nor will you meet me again. And you want to fill me with your cock next time? I hate to say it, but it won't happen." I replied back, staring at his sinful smirk.

"Do you know why people call me predator?" I shook my head, laughing at his threatening tone.

"I don't just hunt— I rip apart anything that stands in my way," he said with a twisted grin. "And I always get what I want, even if it means breaking you first."

His dark voice consumed me in a way I wasn't ready for, but still, I let him consume me.

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🖤 Poor Vanraj still hasn't gotten her name, but what will his reaction be when he sees his obsession in his enemy's arms?

COCO- Kainaat is going to perform Gangaur Pooja, typically in Rajwada attire, and she will get to see her lover's face while doing the pooja.