Chapter 15: Sheena (POV) You can skip this chapter
As I drove toward him, I kept my composure, but inside, my mind was racing. Everything depended on how well I played this.
The engine purred as I pulled up beside him, the yellow Toyota MR-S drawing his attention. He stood there, calm, collected, almost as if he had been waiting for me. I rolled down the window, throwing on my best playful smile.
"Need a lift?" I asked, keeping my voice light, teasing. I had to keep the upper hand, keep him guessing.
He didn't respond right away, just stood there, smirking as if he knew something I didn't. I hated how calm he seemed. "You always pick up strangers?" he asked, his smirk not quite reaching his eyes.
I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, laughing softly. "Only the interesting ones." I thought I had control of the situation, thought I was leading the dance. But something about the way he looked at me—it was like he was seeing right through my act.
He finally got in, sliding into the passenger seat with a deliberate slowness that made me tense up. I tried to hide it, but I could feel the shift in the air the moment he sat down. It wasn't just the car speeding up—it was something more. Something…dangerous.
As I drove, I kept stealing glances at him. He didn't break eye contact, didn't waver. His presence filled the car, a silent reminder that maybe—just maybe—I wasn't the one in control after all.
"So, you're looking for something, aren't you?" I asked, trying to regain the upper hand. My voice was light, playful, but there was an edge beneath the surface. I needed to know what he was after, needed to figure him out before he figured me out.
But his response was quick, confident. "I've already found what I'm looking for."
I felt a chill run down my spine at the way he said it, so sure of himself. I tried to keep the smile on my face, but it wavered. He was good—too good. "Oh?" I asked, hoping to keep things light, to steer the conversation back in my favor. "And what's that?"
His next word hit me like a punch. "You."
I froze for a moment. My breath hitched. I hadn't expected that. His hand moved to my thigh, a bold move—too bold. My instinct was to pull away, to reassert control, but instead, my body betrayed me. I felt the heat rise within me, felt the tension shift.
"You're playing a dangerous game," I murmured, my voice softer now, the confidence I had at the beginning slipping away. He wasn't just any target. He was something else entirely.
He leaned in closer, his hand still firm on my thigh. "Am I?" His voice was low, a whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
I tried to focus on the road, tried to steady my breathing, but every inch of me was on high alert. I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew I was losing control. I didn't want to admit it, but deep down, I knew I was walking straight into his trap.
My heart pounded in my chest as the car sped through the night. I couldn't think straight, couldn't shake the feeling that I was in over my head. I had been sent to trap Dev, but somehow, I was the one being cornered.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper now, the confidence slipping entirely.
"I want you to surrender," he said, his voice like velvet, smooth but with an edge that left no room for argument. "Completely."
The words hung in the air, thick with implication. I knew I should resist, knew I should fight back. But my body wasn't listening. The pull I felt toward him was undeniable, and the more I tried to fight it, the stronger it became.
"I won't…" I tried to protest, but even as I said it, I knew I was losing. His hand traced slowly up my thigh, and I couldn't stop the hitch in my breath.
"You already are, Sheena," he whispered. "You just haven't accepted it yet."
The car screeched to a halt as I pulled over, my body trembling. I turned to him, my breath ragged, my mind screaming at me to get out, to leave. But I couldn't. I was caught, fully and completely, in his web.
Without another word, he reached for me, pulling me toward him with a force I couldn't resist. His lips crashed into mine, and I felt everything—the fear, the desire, the surrender—all at once. I was his. Fully.
In that moment, I knew the game had ended. Dev had won. I had been sent to trap him, but instead, I had fallen into his. I belonged to him now.
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The air was thick with anticipation as I sat there, my heart racing in response to the intensity in Dev's gaze. This was more than just a physical connection; it was a surrender of power, a dance of dominance and submission that was both thrilling and intoxicating.
When he pulled me closer, I felt my breath hitch, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through me. My consciousness was getting blurred, every thought slipping away as I focused solely on him. I couldn't think straight; all that mattered was his presence, the way he commanded the space around us with effortless authority.
As Dev's lips brushed against mine, a spark ignited within me, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my body moving on its own, responding to him in ways I couldn't control. His touch was possessive, yet it held a tenderness that wrapped around my heart. I melted into the kiss, surrendering to the heat between us.
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice a deep rumble that sent a thrill through me. I nodded, the truth of his words resonating deep within. At this moment, I was completely his—body and soul.
His hands roamed my body, exploring every curve with a reverent slowness that left me breathless. I could feel his touch igniting a fire inside me, the heat pooling in my core. I was lost in the sensations, each caress pulling me deeper into the space between us, where I belonged.
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To be Continued
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Pankaj_Nishad_1884 So here's the Thing, Other first person POV will be like this and For Dev I write as I imagine him as me. so Thanks
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