Chapter 5: London Calling
The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of London traffic forty floors below. Divakar stood on the balcony, the chill night air doing nothing to cool the heat still lingering in his muscles. Daniela was asleep inside, sprawhed across his bed, her fair skin a stark contrast against the black sheets. The memory of her on her knees, of bending her over the railing, was a pleasant thrum in his blood. But it was a distant echo.
His phone, facedown on the glass table beside him, had vibrated twenty minutes ago.He’d seen the name. He’d let it ring, watching the city lights shimmer on the Thames, a slow smile touching his lips. He knew that call would come.He’d merely wondered when.
He finally picked it up, listening to her whispered confession, the tremor in her voice.I can’t do this anymore. I need you to come and get me.Right now. The words were a key turning in a lock he’d left open for her.“Where are you?” he’d asked, his voice a low rumble.
Now, he moved through the darkened suite. He dressed in simple, dark clothes—jeans, a cashmere sweater.He didn’t wake Daniela. He scribbled a note on hotel stationery and left it on the pillow beside her head.Business.Don’t wait up. He took the private elevator down to the garage where his Aston Martin waited, its engine purring to life like a predator awakening.The drive to her neighborhood was a blur of neon and shadow. He navigated the quieter streets with cold precision, pulling up to her curb just after three AM. The building was asleep.He didn’t call. He simply leaned against the car door, phone in hand, and texted a single word.Outside.He saw a light flick on in a third-floor window. A minute later, the main door pushed open, and she emerged.
Tanya looked like a ghost unraveled. She wore leggings and a oversized sweatshirt, her long black hair loose and tangled.She carried a single, small duffel bag.No purse. No shoes other than the slides on her feet. She had fled with nothing, just as he’d expected she would.She stopped a few feet from him, her eyes huge in the dim streetlight. She looked fragile, breakable, but there was a new steel in her spine, a defiance in the set of her jaw that hadn’t been there before.“You came,” she said, her voice raw.
“You called,” he replied, opening the passenger door. “Get in.”
The interior of the car was warm, smelling of leather and his cologne. She slid in, clutching her bag to her chest. He didn’t speak as he drove, moving through the dormant city with a swift, silent purpose.She stared out the window, her body tense.
He didn’t take her back to the London penthouse. He drove to another building, a sleek tower in a different part of the city, where he kept a smaller, more private flat. It was a spare, minimalist space—concrete floors, a wall of windows, a vast bed on a low platform. He tossed his keys onto a side table.“This is yours now,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Until you want something else.”
She stood in the middle of the empty living area, looking lost. “Where… where is the Swedish girl?”
A smirk touched his lips. So, she’d been thinking about that.“Asleep in my other bed. She’s not you.”
Tanya flinched, but her chin lifted. “I don’t care.”
“Yes, you do.” He closed the distance between them slowly.He could see the pulse fluttering in her throat. He could smell the faint, sad scent of her old perfume, and underneath it, the sharp, clean scent of her fear and her desire.It was intoxicating. “That’s why you’re here. You care so much it was eating you alive.”
A tear tracked down her cheek, but she didn’t look away. “I hate you for that.”
“No,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he cupped her face.His thumb wiped the tear away roughly. “You hate that you need it.You hate that ordinary doesn’t fucking cut it anymore. That vanilla life, that nice boyfriend with his nice, polite cock…” He saw the shame flash in her eyes, confirming everything. “It made you feel dead, didn’t it?”
She swallowed hard, a sob caught in her throat.She nodded, just once.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his fingers tightening on her jaw.“It felt like nothing,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I felt nothing.I came alone, thinking of you. Of… of how you fucked me.”
The words hung in the cool, sterile air.A confession.A surrender.
Divakar felt a savage rush of possession.He kissed her then, not with tenderness, but with a consuming hunger. It was a claiming. His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting the salt of her tears, the sharp mint of her toothpaste. She responded instantly, her hands fisting in his sweater, pulling him closer with a desperate, needy strength.Her duffel bag thumped to the floor.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard. “Take this off,” he growled, yanking at her sweatshirt.She raised her arms, letting him pull it over her head. The leggings followed, torn down her legs. Soon she stood shivering in just her simple cotton panties, her C-cup breasts pebbled in the cool air, her gym-toned body a beautiful curve of shadow and light in the dark room.He didn’t undress. He simply unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his already hard cock. It stood thick and heavy against his stomach, a promise of what was to come.“Turn around,” he said.“Bend over. Hold the edge of the bed.”
She obeyed without hesitation, a quiet whimper escaping her as she assumed the position. Her peachy ass was offered to him, the cotton of her panties pulled tight between her cheeks. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and ripped them aside, exposing her. She was already wet, her folds glistening in the low light from the city.
He spit into his palm, slicking his length once, twice. Then he positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head pressing against her.He didn’t ask if she was ready.He knew she was born ready for this.
With one brutal, driven thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
Tanya cried out, a sharp, guttural sound that was part pain, part profound relief. She was so tight, still stretching to accommodate him, her inner walls fluttering around his shaft in a violent welcome.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He pulled back slowly, watching his glistening cock slide almost all the way out, then slammed back in.“Yes!” she screamed into the comforter, her fingers clawing at the bedding.
He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust a calculated act of ownership. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a raw, obscene music. He leaned over her, his chest to her back, his mouth at her ear.
“This is what you wanted,” he snarled, driving into her.“This is what you needed.My cock splitting you open.Not his. Mine.”
“Yours!” she sobbed, pushing back against him, meeting every thrust. “Always yours, Divakar, please!”
“You come when I tell you to,” he ordered, his hand snaking around her hip, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in rough, tight circles, matching the tempo of his pounding into her. She was a writhing, desperate creature beneath him, her moans turning into sustained, ragged cries.
“I’m gonna come,” she panted, her voice high and frantic. “Divakar, I’m gonna—”
“No,” he commanded, pinching her clit sharply, making her yelp.“You fucking wait. You take it. You take all of me.”
He fucked her harder, deeper, his own climax coiling tightly at the base of his spine. Her breathing was sobbing now, her body taut as a bowstring, trembling on the very edge. He could feel her trying to hold back, obeying him even in her ecstasy.“Now,” he growled, his voice ragged. “Come all over my cock, Tanya.Now!”
The permission shattered her. A wild, broken scream tore from her throat as her orgasm seized her, violent and all-consuming. Her inner walls clamped down on him in frantic, rhythmic pulses, milking his length.It tipped him over the edge. With a final, deep drive, he buried himself inside her and let go. His roar joined her screams as he pulsed hot jets of come deep into her core, filling her, marking her as his in the most primal way.
He stayed inside her as they both shuddered through the aftermath, his weight heavy on her back, his breath hot on her neck. Gradually, the world seeped back in—the cool air, the distant city sounds.Slowly, he pulled out. He turned her around to face him.Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, her body slick with sweat. She looked utterly ravaged.And more alive than she ever had.
He kissed her, softly this time.“You’re mine,” he stated, a simple, undeniable truth.
She nodded, leaning her forehead against his chest. “I know.” She paused, then looked up at him, a new curiosity in her dark eyes.“The Swedish girl… Daniela. Does she… do you…”
He understood the unspoken question.He brushed her hair from her face.“She enjoys being watched. She enjoys being shared.” He watched the flicker of shock, then intrigue, cross Tanya’s features.“But that’s a conversation for tomorrow.Tonight, you sleep here. In my bed.Alone with me.”
He led her to the shower, washing the night from her skin. Then he tucked her into the vast bed, climbing in beside her and pulling her firmly against his body. She was asleep in minutes, a deep, dreamless sleep.
Divakar lay awake, staring at the ceiling.The hunt was over.The conquest was complete. But as he felt her warm, trusting weight against him, he knew with a startling clarity that it wasn’t an ending. It was a different kind of beginning.One that might involve green eyes and a shared smile across a crowded club. He closed his eyes, a plan already beginning to form.