Neil stared down at her thunderous and she let go Roshan’s hand around her waist. He almost looked muderous and about burst in flames and Sam gulped hard not to cringe and move back.
He moved past her but she observed his fist were clenched. He reached the kitchen door but slid his head to the side.
“Are you coming?” He bit out and she jumped recognising the steel in his voice.
Roshan gave Sam an anxious look. Only minutes ago they were laughing at some random recipe finding in a book but Neil seem to get something else out of it.
Oh, dear, she needed to cook.
She followed him to his study. Taking a deep breath she opened the door and got in. He stood there all formal and grey suited near the windows with his hands fisted inside his pants.
He turned around just as she moved closer to the table, but he didn’t look up at her instead he twirled the glass paper weight on the table around with his left hand.
“I had brought you here to do the chores of the mansion but not romp around with the cook.” He muttered in a hard voice.
Sam blinked. Romp around? Hee cheeks burned and she clenched her hands tight together.
He didn’t allowed her to explain but rather he moved fast and closer to her. Sam moved but he glared at her for taking two steps back.
“Tell me, do you allow every other man to touch you. The.places they shouldn’t.” He glanced down to her shoulders and up into her eyes coldly.
Sam fumed now.
But the words died when he caught her arm tightly.
“Eyes up.” He ordered.
Sam frustrated at his brutish finally glared back looking him straight in the eyes. His eyes all black looked furious enough hurt her.
“Do you know the places nobody shouldn’t touch of your body?” He whispered threateniningly down at her.
Sam tried to lean away but he caught her jaw and sneered down at her.
“Everywhere is the place I own. Let me f**king show you.” He snarled and caught hold of her from behind.
Sam tried to wriggle out but he held her tight.
“If you try to move, I’ll rip off your dress and you would have nothing to wear for the whole day.” He muttered in a gravelly low tone.
Sam’s breath caught in her throat and she stopped struggling altogether.
“This belongs to me and I know every nook and corner of it.” He grated punishingly pulling down the zipper of her dress , he slid his cool hand all over around her naked back.
Sam gasped as his hand went down and caressed crudely over her skin.
“He doesn’t have the right to touch you here, yeah. You got it right.” He muttered huskily breathy, biting hard on her ear shell.
He was angry and he was showing it roughly on her body.
“Neil, stop it.” Sam breathed out trying to free herself.
“Stop, yes, you should have stopped him touching you and yet he did. I need to show what else is mine.” He gritted and moved his hand inside her dress and around her br*ast.
He held her cupping her flesh and groaning in return.
“These are mine.” He gravelled gruffly.
His hand travelled down and Sam tried hard to free herself. The dress was almost on the floor now.
“Neil, please don’t do this. I can’t…” Sam began to mumble incoherantly.
His hand cool and firm on her burning skin began to move lower on her stomach.
“Can’t take it. Yes, I couldn’t take it too to watch random men touch you like that. Don’t you still get it, babe. This all…” He moved his hand all over her skin in a possessive brand, his voice turned all growly into her ears….”Mine only to f**king touch and spread my hands on……….
Credit to: kfar