𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

Author's Pov

The moment Vedansh Shergill's broad, tattooed back disappeared through the private exit from strip club, the club lights seemed to dim even further. Alisha stood motionless for a heartbeat, chest heaving, her revealing black dress still clinging to her sweat-damp skin.

"Stay here in Vegas," she ordered to her agents, voice clipped and ruthless, every inch the fierce ACP Mumbai had come to fear.

"Work with local authorities. Unfold every dealer tied to his network. I want names, routes, everything. I'm flying back alone-right now."

Without waiting for replies, she turned on her heel and strode out into the glittering Las Vegas night. A black taxi waited at the curb. She slid into the backseat, the cool leather a shock against her overheated thighs.

As the city lights blurred past, his words replayed like a filthy loop in her mind.

"Join us, ACP... or never try to capture us again. Because once I capture you and I will I won't leave you easily." That deep, dominating voice had wrapped around every syllable like smoke.

She pressed her thighs together, remembering the way those glistening eight-pack abs had flexed inches from her boobs, sweat tracing the sharp V-lines that disappeared into his low-slung pants. How dare he speak to me like that? To an ACP?

Yet the memory of his godly dark eyes and that cocky smirk made her pussy throb traitorously. A ruthless officer who had dismantled entire syndicates in Mumbai, and here she was wet and aching because one criminal had called her "baby" and threatened to ruin her badge with his dick.

The taxi pulled up to the Bellagio (Hotel). In her suite, Alisha moved like a woman possessed. She yanked open her suitcase, throwing clothes inside while his voice echoed again. "I'm imagining ripping that dress up, spreading these thighs wide, and burying my dick so deep you'll feel me for days".

Her heart slammed faster, nipples tightening under the thin fabric. She could still see those thick, bulging forearm veins and the way his sculpted chest had risen and fallen with every arrogant breath. He's a murderer. A mafia lord. I should be arresting him, not fantasizing about him.

Bag zipped, she checked out and headed straight to the airport. Boarding the red-eye flight to Mumbai, she sank into her first-class seat, the dim cabin lights doing nothing to cool the fire under her skin.

As the plane taxied and lifted off, the fantasy from the club flooded back unbidden Vedansh pinning her down, sweat dripping from his hard abs onto her boobs, his veined hands choking her lightly while he growled, "Scream for me, ACP. Tell me how much you need this criminal dick destroying your tight little cop cunt."

Alisha bit her lip hard, staring out at the dark sky. I'm going to destroy him, she told herself. But her pulse raced faster, thighs clenched, the memory of his filthy promises making her ache all over again.

By the time the wheels touched down in Mumbai at dawn, the war had already followed her home and so had the dangerous, dripping hunger she refused to name.

The humid coastal air hit Alisha like a slap the moment she stepped out of the arrival gate, her small suitcase rolling behind her. She had arranged for her department driver to pick her up no team, no fanfare. Just her.

The black SUV weaved through the chaotic Mumbai traffic, horns blaring, but her mind was miles away, still trapped in the red glow of Strip Club.

By the time the car pulled up to her modest 4th-floor a house in Andheri East, the afternoon sun was beating down mercilessly.

The building was neither grand nor rundown just a typical middle-class Mumbai high-rise with faded beige walls, potted plants on the balconies, and the faint smell of home-cooked dal drifting from open windows. Alisha thanked the driver, grabbed her bag, and climbed the stairs, heels clicking against the concrete.

She reached her door, heart still racing from the long flight and the memories she couldn't shake. She rang the bell once. Twice. No answer.

Alisha fished out her own key, unlocked the metal gate, then the wooden door, and stepped inside. The familiar scent of agarbatti and her mother's rosewater perfume wrapped around her.

She dropped her bag in the narrow hallway and called out loudly, "Maa... Siyu?", Siya's probably still in college, she thought, glancing at her watch.

Her little sister wouldn't be back until 5 PM.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Siya's number. The call connected on the second ring.

"Di!" Siya's voice burst through, bright and mischievous. "Finally back from Vegas? Tell me everything! How was the night with that stranger at the strip club? Did he make you strip in one go? Like, one dance and your dress was on the floor?"

Alisha's cheeks burned instantly. She walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her, and sank onto the edge of her bed. Vedansh's voice... those glistening abs... the way he said "baby" like he already owned me. Her thighs pressed together without thinking.

"Siya, stop " she started,

but her sister was on a roll."Haan haan, bolo bolo, Di! Have you both done it in front of every stripper? Or did he take you to a private room with an extremely shaking bed? God, I can already picture it my strict and so called SANSKARI ACP di getting railed so hard the whole club heard you moaning!"

Alisha's breath hitched. The flashback hit hard, Vedansh's godly eyes burning into hers, sweat dripping down those rock-hard eight-pack abs, thick forearm veins flexing as he promised to fuck the badge right out of her. Her pussy clenched at the memory, still sensitive from the filthy fantasies she'd indulged in on the plane.

"Oh god, Di, you're not even able to talk now?" Siya continued, laughing wickedly.

"I bet that stranger rammed you the whole night, haan? You're so lucky! My serious, rule-book didi finally getting some wild, dirty action in Vegas. Did he make you scream? Tell me details, Di I'm dying here!"

Alisha's grip tightened on the phone, voice sharp with a mix of embarrassment and lingering heat. "Slap you so hard, Siyu! Stop teasing me right now. Just tell me where is Maa?"

Siya's tone dropped to a low, innocent whisper, though the smirk was audible. "She went to satsang at the temple. Said she'll be back by 4:30. Why? You sound all flushed and angry... still thinking about that stranger, huh?"

Alisha didn't answer. She simply cut the call.

She went to her room on the 3rd floor.

Alisha's Pov

My free hand unconsciously pressed against my aching core over my clothes. I was soaked. Desperate. Last night's club encounter, his filthy promises, those perfect sweat-slicked abs and veins... everything had left me a dripping, needy mess.

Tossing the phone onto the couch. My body was on fire. Even after Siya's teasing, even after everything that happened last night, I needed him. Needed to please myself until morning if that's what it took. I didn't care about my badge anymore.

Didn't care that he was a ruthless criminal whose empire was built on blood. I just needed to be fucked by the fantasy of him, by anything that could fill the aching emptiness he'd left inside me.

I slowly slid off my formal blazer, letting it drop to the floor. My hands were shaking as I walked to the balcony doors and yanked the curtains shut, plunging the living room into soft afternoon shadows. The AC was humming, but my skin was already burning.

I grabbed the TV remote and turned on the big flat-screen mounted on the wall opposite my king-size bed. Netflix. I scrolled straight to 365 Days and hit play, not even bothering with the beginning. I fast-forwarded to the raw, filthy sex scenes Michele Morrone and Anna-Maria Sieklucka going at it like animals on the bed, her moaning loud and shameless.

I stood in front of the mirror, eyes half-lidded with lust, and started stripping slowly, deliberately, like I was putting on a show for the man who wasn't even here.I unhooked my black lace bra, letting my full boobs spill free, nipples already tight and aching. I threw the bra across the room; it landed near the door.

Next came my panty. I pushed it down my hips along with my soaked black panty in one smooth motion, kicking them aside. The tiny scrap of lace landed on the couch, dark with my arousal. Completely naked now, I threw myself onto the cozy king-size mattress, the cool sheets a shock against my overheated skin.

On the TV, the actress was moaning loudly, getting fucked hard from behind, her body shaking with every brutal thrust. My own body was sweating despite the AC blasting cold air.

My lips parted as I spread my legs wides shamelessly, obscenely wide knees bent, heels digging into the mattress. My pussy was totally drenched, glistening, swollen lips puffy and needy. Even my tight little asshole was slick with sweat and arousal.

I reached down and touched my heated pussy, fingers sliding through the slick mess. "Vedansh..." I moaned, voice already breaking. "Fuck... look what you've done to me."

My imagination exploded. I saw him those rock-hard, glistening eight-pack abs flexing above me, sweat dripping down the deep ridges, thick forearm veins bulging as he gripped my thighs and spread me even wider.

His godly dark eyes burned into mine, that trim beard brushing my skin as he smirked. "That's it, baby," his deep voice growled in my head. "Show me how wet this cop pussy gets for a criminal."

I grabbed the TV remote the thick, black one with smooth edges and dragged it slowly over my collarbone, down between my breasts, circling each hard nipple until I whimpered. "Mmm... Vedansh... touch me like this," I whispered, voice slutty and desperate. I trailed it lower, over my belly, then pressed the thick end against my throbbing clit, rubbing in slow, filthy circles.

"God fuck, Vedansh... ahh!" I moaned louder, hips jerking. "Your dick... I need it. Those abs slapping against me while you ruin me."

The remote wasn't enough. I needed it inside. I tried pushing the thick end into my dripping entrance, but it wouldn't slide in easily. Frustrated and aching, I reached into the side-table drawer, grabbed the small bottle of lube I kept hidden there, and squirted a generous amount all over the remote and my soaked pussy.

"Now..." I breathed, spreading my legs even wider. I lined it up and pushed hard.

"Vedansh ahh! Goddd... oh Maa..." I cried out as it stretched me open in one slick, filthy go. The remote filled me, cool and thick, but in my mind it was his huge dick slamming home.

I imagined him behind me first doggy style, brutal and merciless. Those powerful hands gripping my hips, veined forearms flexing as he rammed into me from behind, his sweat-slicked abs slapping against my ass with every thrust. "Take it, ACP," his voice snarled in my head. "Take every inch of this mafia dick while I fuck the badge out of you."

I started thrusting the remote deeper, harder, in and out, my hips bucking to meet every stroke. "Yes ..Vedansh.. fuck me like that!" I screamed, voice raw and slutty. "Harder... deeper... own this pussy!"

Now I imagined he flipped me onto my back missionary, eyes locked on mine. His sculpted body hovered over me, those glistening eight abs flexing with every powerful thrust while he sucked hard on my nipples, teeth grazing, tongue flicking. One thick finger pushed into my tight asshole, curling and stretching me while his "dick" (the remote) rammed my pussy mercilessly.

I circled my clit furiously with my free hand, the remote plunging in and out faster. "Ved ahh... Vedansh... oh my God..fuckkk! Yess right there mhmm... ahh aahhh aahhh Vedddd... Don't stoppp... fuckkk me harderrrrrrrrr! Own your ACP! Ahh right there.. right there.. aahhhhh yessss..."

My moans grew louder, shameless, echoing off the apartment walls. "Goddd Vedansh... your abs... those fucking veins choking me while you pound me... I'm your dirty little cop slut.. use me, fill me up multiple times till morning!"

The pressure built fast, white-hot and unstoppable. I spread my legs impossibly wider, toes curling, back arching off the bed as I fucked myself deeper and deeper with the remote. "Ved .. yes yes yesss.. don't stop don't stoppppp yesss.. ahh ahhhh ohh Maa Vedddd yessssss fuckkk meee.. give ittt too meee aahhhhh!"

And then

The orgasm hit like a explosion.

My pussy clenched violently around the remote, walls pulsing hard as wave after wave of pure white heat ripped through me. I squirted hard with heavy, obscene force, clear fluid gushing out around the remote, soaking the sheets, my thighs, even dripping down to my asshole. My body tensed completely, toes curled tight, mouth open in a silent scream that finally broke free as a long, broken wail, "VEDANSH..FUCK.. OH GODD"

I kept thrusting through it, riding every brutal contraction, moaning his name over and over like a prayer and a curse. The remote finally slipped out slowly, wet and glistening, leaving a thick trail of lube and my cum across my thigh.

I lay there, dazed and breathless, legs still twitching, chest heaving, body completely ruined and soaked in sweat and my own juices. The TV kept playing loud, filthy moans from the movie but I barely heard them.

Continued to Chapter 3...

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