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The idea was to take down Raja Krishnappa Bairya alias Rocky. But here she was, galvanizing in the enemy territory.
A black studded bralette top, bright red short skirt and a black fur coat. A pretty gold chain and boot heels.
She followed her father into the party. The palace at Narachi was simply grand. What was grander was the King of Narachi. Bairya. The whole hall and garden was filled with business and political elites. Women in lavish fashion. Her father, the DIG, was a close associate of Raja Bairya. And she hated him for that. Not that her father had much morals. He'd fly down at the first sight of the currency.
Reena? No. Reena was someone who believed in the world of law. The law of the land. Hence, her enmity with Rocky. Even that was an odd relationship. One filled with desire yet enmity. She had shot him twice and the man survived it. She had served an 8 months suspension for that. It told her the kind of influence that Rocky had in the government.
Her knife safely hidden under her skin and the small revolver hidden in her boot. Reena Desai had come prepared. She was going to find proper proof to acquit Rocky of smuggling charges. The party was a perfect ruse for it. Rocky would be busy talking around with his guests.
Reena left her father's side and walked over to the bar, ordering a beer. Taking it, she pretended to be roaming around here and there till she found her way into the familiar corridor. She's been to his mansion several times with her father. Sometimes being stationed there for a fake security reason. She had to once act as his girlfriend undercover because of the threat that he had from a certain mafia leader in the US. That was some adventure. Also, Rocky took quite some liberties while having her as his pretend-girlfriend.
Reena reached the study and noticed that throne-like chair. Beautifully designed with gold here and there. The smell of bourbon, cigarettes and a musky cologne that Rocky used. She walked through the shelves of files and started snooping through them. Several business files. Some of them quite legal which surprised Reena because she didn't assume he ever involved himself in anything legal. Quite some illegal businesses but not exactly heinous crimes. Just illegal smuggling of goods.
"I'm always intrigued by your unnatural interest in my businesses, Chinna." Reena sighed as she heard the door close behind her. She was caught red-handed.
He wore a matching red and black pinstripe suit with perfectly polished black shoes.
He walked over to her and sat on his chair. "Come. I'll tell you anything you want to know." He winked at her.
How did he even notice her in the whole room full of people he was supposed to greet?
Rocky signalled her to come close to him. Reena closed the file and sat on the opposite side of the desk. He signalled her to come closer. Reena pushed her chair towards him. When it was close enough within his grabbing range, he pulled the chair close himself. Then traced the exposed part of her thigh. Reena slapped his hands off her.
"This is like putting a chocolate before a kid and asking him not to eat it. You can't dress like that and tell me not to touch you. It's rather silly." He insisted.
"You are just lucky. I would easily have found some dirty information about you and managed to get you in jail."
"Well, if you want dirty information then ask me." Rocky winked at her. "I like it a bit rough and wild. Definitely the kind to enjoy dominating the other person. I don't know how much I would let the other person control me. You know the safe words we use. But then again, Chinna, you know all this dirty information about me."
"I was talking about your illegal stuff, not bedroom stuff."
Rocky laughed. "You do realize that you've gotten whatever information you have about me through this bedroom stuff."
Reena's face turned a bit red but she didn't let the mask fall. No. Don't let this flirty monster allow to get past your guards.
Ummm….that delicious lips. Those perfect arms.
Reena!!! Snap out of it. She shouted at herself mentally. She got up from the chair to leave.
"I'll leave you to your meet-" she was cut off by that sudden pull and landed on his lap. Rocky pushed away the coat to grab her exposed waist. He moaned softly at how long it had been since he touched her. She's been in his dreams quite often. Especially where she's almost naked. Almost begging him to please her.
"It's like walking in on the honeymoon suite with a groom totally ready but then telling him that the timing is bad and he should wait longer." Rocky commented.
"Fuck y-"
"Oh, I do plan to actually fuck you."
"Don't you dare-"
"You know it turns me on when you try to challenge me. Last time you challenged me that I cannot drive you crazy with desire and you ended up ripping the buttons off my shirt."
He was far too warm to let her mind make a legitimate decision. Or even a logical one. This man was a little too handsome. Those eyes, that scent, those arms, that grip, that voice and the way his moans are a deep dirty memory in her sexual part of the mind.
Oh, how she was attracted to him sexually. This man played rough. Totally wild and uncontrolled. She could feel him even after two days. She shouldn't have made such a mistake but this mistake keeps happening every once in a while.
Reena Desai was not supposed to be attracted to this monster of a man. No. She was supposed to hate him with every fiber of her being. She wasn't supposed to enjoy sitting on his lap like his submissive little girlfriend. She should be pushing her knife through his throat. Or should be shooting him like she did twice before.
He pushed away her from her neck and kissed that one specific spot he knew would leave her in a mess of hormones. A mess that simply loved him being right there. His hand teased her thigh going up and up till he could feel the strapped knife. That earned a chuckle.
Of course his Chinna would carry a damn knife hidden up her skirt. Though he couldn't understand why, she was capable enough to tackle large men on her own. He had seen her do it. She could even stand her ground against him for a bit longer than he first doubted. That said something.
"I doubt if even the strongest liquor could hold a candle to the drunken feeling I have when you're right here on my lap. Chinna…" He pushed her back just a little, making her lean on the desk behind her and traced her perfect hips and then up her waist. He leaned in to kiss her collars then moved down. That sweet sound of moans that emerged from her throat made him harder.
As if the fight kicked in, Reena tried to push him away but he quickly grabbed her arms and pushed it behind her back. Her breathing got heavier. He could feel that she was just as aroused. He knew her well. Every signal of her body's reaction was inked on his mind from the very first time he experienced her.
He had never met a girl more wild than her. The girl was wrapped in a towel and had just finished her bath when he had broken into her apartment to gather information on her. She caught him and he caught her. Her first reaction was to attack him with the vase that was within her range of grabbing. Rocky pushed her against a wall to contain her attacks. That's when she decided to take advantage of her obvious trick and kissed him.
The only problem was that it didn't get the result she desired. Instead, it made her melt into a pool of ecstasy and he was dangerously attracted to her. That was the day and this day, nothing had changed for Rocky when it came to Reena. Still just as hot for her. Still just as crazy for her. He had willingly given her the information he wouldn't have given anyone. Sure, Rocky was more than confident that even if she knew, he was safe. Who would file a case against him and live to tell the tale? All the big leaders would get dragged in with the mess. No one wanted that. As long as he had the money to back the politicians, he was safe. Even if Reena got substantial evidence for his smuggling.
"Let me go…" Reena complained. Rocky freed her hands. He knew this girl like the back of his hand. She denied it but that didn't reach her other organs. She grabbed her knife and tried to attack him but he caught her hands.
"You don't need knives to attack me, Chinna. Just a look from those eyes of yours is enough. I'm anyway your prisoner because God help me I'm stuck right there within your beauty trap. These perfect curves.." Reena slapped away his hands when they traced her chest. "...they torture me every night…"
He twisted her hand and she dropped the knife. Reena retrieved her revolver and pointed it at him. With a smug grin, he put his hands up and surrendered. Almost mocking her.
"Fine… fine… what do you want to know?" Rocky asked her.
"And I should trust your word?"
"I have never lied to you, I do not lie to you and I will never lie to you. You know that. I know that." Rocky pointed her to a shelf. "There… The fifth file. It has what you're looking for."
Reena looked at him doubtfully. This man was after all a criminal mastermind who controlled gangs even based in Dubai. Not even a soul can enter Bombay without his knowledge.
Reena walked up to the shelf. Rocky didn't even move from his chair. Rather occupied with staring at her backside. He leaned back on his chair, his foot up on the table and stared at her curves. Reena stood on her toes to reach the file. Her top and skirt inched up a little, sending a wave of heat at him. Reena then tried to jump to get her hands on it.
With a grin, he got up, moving far too close to her than needful and slowly reached up the file. Reena held herself from being pressed against the shelf. He presented her the file but didn't even move away an inch.
"What is your plan? How come you're handing me stuff by yourself? Something that can possibly bring you down?"
"Plan??" Rocky chuckled. His husky voice vibrated right between her legs. She could feel the heat push up her legs and fill her pelvis. His hands reached her waist and he leaned into her neck. She grabbed her shelf before she collapsed, unable to bear the pleasure that suddenly rose up her legs. He felt her laugh at that tremble. "The plan is to read you till you're reading that file. Once you're done reading, we can return to the table and take care of that feeling you're denying both of us."
Reena, doing her best to ignore Rocky, opened the file. Boy, he wasn't lying. This was gold. All of his gold. None of it registered in the government records. All the blackmarket stuff.
Rocky simply let himself enjoy her. Moving her hands from her hips to up by her torso. The woman was just perfect. Slowly moving his hand to feel her waist, pushing his down her skirt. Reena bucked a little as his hand moved between her skin and bare skin. A moan escaping her lips. The way she almost stumbled was something that poked the wild monster inside him. The girl was far too responsive. He liked it too much. "Raja…" She touched his hand. The touch itself told her struggle. She wanted him to go down but then again argued with herself to stop enjoying it so damn much. He watched the movement of her chest and she breathed heavily. Hypnotic. He slowly traced the edge of her top. From the middle of her chest to the corner.
"You don't possibly believe that you can walk into my study, snoop through my stuff and get away without any retribution…" His voice, dangerous but husky. "... Especially when you decide to dress like you want me to stare at you and touch you."
"I dress the way I want. Who cares whether you want to stare or not? I don't dress for you."
He laughed. "Well, that's for sure because if you want to do it for me, I'd rather like you without them in my bed, under me."
Reena tried to free herself but he grabbed her arm, pressing her hand over the shelf. That touch was driving her crazy. She wanted to run but the monster had caught her and wouldn't free her before he ate her up complete. She had been quite foolish to show up here alone in the enemy territory. She and the journalist were the only two people who even dared to peek into Rocky's business. The journalist had no way to enter Rocky's fort and she had walked into his den alone with no back up.
"Get away from me…"
"Someone told me that you're quite a team with some journalist…" Rocky whispered in her ear. "What's his name… Vanaram was saying something… Anand. Yes. Anand."
"I swear. Touch him and you'll regret it."
He laughed again. "Chinna, right now, the only one I wish to touch is you. Also, what can some journalist do to me? The poor man would just lose his job. I can just buy the company he works for. Why bother killing a rather honest man just to control him? There are other ways. I don't deal with your nosy actions by killing you, do I?"
Why wasn't she damn moving? She should be fighting and escaping with the file.
She tried to attack him with her feet but he moved his leg between her and lifted his foot to rest on the lowest shelf. His other foot pressing over her. Not hard enough to trample her foot but enough to freeze her in place. His hand moved down teasing the edge of her panties. Her skin reacted to the touch. That maddening anticipation of his fingers reaching the aching spot. But he simply played with her.
"What? You're done reading? You've been on the same page for the last 4 minutes." Rocky turned the page. Her mind had gone haywire. Her eyes looked at the paper but her mind was rather filled with that ecstasy of his fingers right above where she wanted them. A grunt of frustration escaped her lips.
His chest filled up with pride at receiving his award. That sound. His lover surely missed him as much as he missed her.
Reena shook her head to focus. She had the golden ticket right in her hands but her treacherous body was falling into the monster's trap. Her brain focused on the paper. She realised why Rocky was so damn safe. Several politicians were involved with him. From the ruling to the opposition. A lot of them were on Rocky's payroll. They received financial aid from Rocky. So, the politicians kept him safe. Any small indication of Rocky moving down that kingly ladder meant that he would drag every single one of them down. Rocky played just as dirty as the politicians.
But quite a good sum of money was also spent on healthcare in small villages. Especially by his old village. People had bodyguards to save them but Rocky paid several villages to support him. His trucks passed through those villages receiving safe passage with the support of the villagers. Police couldn't harass the villager being public servants. These villagers voted for the person that Rocky supported. So, the politicians protected him like a tiger cub protected by the tigress.
The page turned and she noticed exactly how many high officials in her own department were paid by him. Even if she gathered the intel, her department would shush it down. Hide the smuggling. Her own direct superior officer worked with him.
"Oh… Edward Matthew. He doesn't keep telling me that you're one difficult officer to handle. Every single report you've written on me comes to my table." Reena could feel his smug grin.
His fingers teasing the edge of her top and then his other hand pushed past her panties. She gripped the shelf hard. Her mind once again lost the control of her concentration on gathering information.
"Does he know how you melt when I'm there? It itches me to actually tell him that I know exactly how to distract you." He touched the exact spot and she couldn't contain that moan. "That…. That is what I want." He groaned softly in her ear, letting her know how it pleased him.
Reena breathed heavily to retain some sort of control over herself. But her reproductive organs just wouldn't co-operate with her.
Suddenly, the door opened. "Rocky Bhai…" a man entered the room and almost caught them in the heat of the moment. Reena's heart burst out of her cage. One of the officers in her department. She knew him well. The man was a slave for money. A lot like her own father. Her father's prodigy. ACP Abhay Vardhan.
The man instantly lowered his gaze. Rocky pulled his hands away from her and turned to the man. "I'm not sure you understand when I say that I don't want to be disturbed."
"Sorry, bhai… woh… you wanted to know about those containers that were previously captured by …" He just gave one look at Reena. She had earlier caught those crates which had illegal gold smuggling from Narachi. She had even filed a charge sheet for that gold. "... I got them back for you. You wanted to be informed when I get them back. So…"
Reena wished the ground would open up and engulf her from the humiliation. She had always held her head high that she didn't ever fall in the trap of Rocky and maintained that pride inside her but now this ACP had actually walked into something really private.
Rocky leaned over the shelf and gave the man a look. "Then what are you still doing here standing in the room? Out. Inspector Reena Desai doesn't take bribes so I'm trying to find ways to deal with the situation. It is hanging by a thread. You can't just barge in while I'm trying to negotiate. You recovered 4 out of the 6 that she seized. So, excuse us for a while…"
Reena gave Rocky a look that was an indication that she was willing to go another 8 months suspension for shooting him again.
Reena was fast and quickly pointed her knife at him. Abhay moved quickly to help Rocky but the man's expression stopped him. He knew how to deal with the cannon ball of a woman called Reena Desai.
"I'll leave you two alone…" Abhay walked out with a grin on his face. "Careful, Rocky, everyone calls her a grenade in our department."
Reena was momentarily distracted by Abhay and Rocky quickly took advantage of it. Throwing off her knife and catching hold of her. Her arms pushed behind her back. He pushed her over the table and moved her leg, making her sprawled out on his desk. Leaning over her, he kissed her, capturing those lips. His one hand grabbing her throat. Almost climbing over her. Reena struggled to free herself.
She pushed herself and forced him back. Reena moved in to launch a punch but Rocky easily dodged it, catching her punch and twisted her arm. She grabbed his throat. He grabbed her other hand and turned her around. Both her arms in his grasp. Pulling her against him roughly. He roughly pushed her against the shelf. "Your father should have told you that it is quite dangerous to poke into my businesses."
"Do what you want but you're not getting your gold back, Rocky."
Rocky sighed loudly. "I don't know if it amuses me more or turns me on more when you challenge me."
"To be honest, this time I have actually outwitted you. Everyone thought they were just 4 crates." She grinned.
"To think of it, I think it is a good bargain. If I get to keep you in return for two crates of illegal gold kept safely in your possession, it is a good bargain. It is a win-win double win situation. My gold is safe from other gangs that might steal it and I have you right on my table, halfway hazy enough to let me fuck you."
"I'm not-" The denial was cut down by a moan when he gripped her hips hard and kissed her neck. With his foot, he pushed her legs apart. Exactly how much he drove her crazy, she did too. Far too long since the last time he had been with her.
Reena pushed back his blazer as he kissed her lips. Pressing herself against his chest. That possessive grip on her hips. He pushed her far over the table. The stuff on his table scattered off to the floor. Papers, a bottle of vodka, fountain pen ink, his spare revolver and the paperweight. He climbed up the table, almost on top of her.
He grabbed her hands and pushed it above her head. "Chinna…." He moaned as his fingers pressed into that sweet spot. She was wet. Totally wild and wet for him. Just to irk her, he removed his fingers from that pleasing spot. Grabbed his hair, her eyes wild at being denied.
He tied her hands behind her back with his belt. With that disturbance out of the way, Rocky proceeded to feel her up as he pleased. Those curves sitting over her chest. His hands pressed over them as he kissed her exposed waist. "...i know the exact way it frustrates you when you're being denied that pleasure…." He grinned against her skin.
Her mind was drowning in hormones that were induced by that touch. Rocky returned his fingers to that spot. Reena moaned in pleasure as they moved in and out. This man had the skill to drive her crazy. He pushed her far ahead into the pleasurable feeling. "I really do want to be right there but…" he drew back his fingers. Frustration piled up her brain.
"Bairya, I swear to God I'll ki-"
"You can't just snoop around in my stuff and threaten to bring me down, every action does come with a consequence." He got up from her, stood up, fixed his shirt and blazer, fixed his hair and winked at her. "I put a ring on your law's finger. Handshake koduttaare, salaam kuda koduttare. I don't leave my gold unattended. Whether it be in crates or tied to my table. I coming soon, okay?"
He walked away. Reena realised that that asshole tied the belt to the foot of his table.