Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

DHANUSH'S POV
In front of me was Jennifer dancing her heart out as of there was no tomorrow. Each time she would jump, her top went up
revealing a generous amount of her milky waist. Fuck! How much that belly button of hers had given me sleepless nights and
wet pants. The actual sight of her C-shaped cups was demanding my attention constantly. I literally wanted to rip her skirt and
that top apart, tear off her panties with my teeth and spank her for being this much sexy!
Unknown to my constant gaze, she was lost in her world dancing with such a grace which was making my want to grind her body
against mine. I slowly moved towards her. The teacher there and her rest of the students were standing there transfixed with
shocked yet terrified looks. Not just because of me but also four of my bodyguards behind me who had their guns ready in their
hands. I motioned them to leave us alone and move to the adjacent room without uttering a single fucking word and without any
protest, they did what they were told.
The music continued and Jennifer's moves were making my cock twitch in wild need. The way each move left her breathless, the
ragged breath she was taking because of multiple spins on a single foot were giving me dark ideas of how I could leave her
panting and gasping for air, screaming out my name on my bed.... soon.
If this is how she dances for a function then what will it be like when she performs a lap dance, exclusively for me? I could not
help but think and my eyes darkened with desire and an ocean of lust seemed to be filling up my now-dark-brown orbs.
As the music began to increase its pace, her dance moves quickened, her hip dipped in and she in full confidence, swung her
waist with each beat. Sweat beads were glistening on her skin. She was gleaming under the lights. I wss feeling jealous of a
mere sweat droplet which slipped down from her forehead and through her cheek, trickled down her neck disappearing between
those two seducing mounds of her chest.
Her smell of her sweat along with her body's scent was making me go crazy. Soon the song came to an end and she stopped
with a dramatic pause. Still, she hadn't seen me standing behind her near the stairs. Then, she walked upto the platform. She
brushed off the trails of sweat on her forehead and opened her water bottle to sip in some water.
I walked upto her and held her waist in my right hand. She was startled and began to struggle.
"Excuse me! Who the hell are you-" she screeched but was cut in by my lustfull rumble in her ear.
"Sweetheart....you are going to marry me today," I drawled while taking in her scent through her open hair. She stiffened in my
hold. She seemed to have recognized me. I smirked and flipped her to face her.

Her charcoal black orbs were full of shock. I pushed back her lone strand of hair behind her ear. The mere brushing of my fingers
with her cheek caused her breath to hitch. I let out a small smile seeing my effect on her. She looked extremely fuckable in that
state of a little confusion, shock and most importantly her lips sealed together saving me the sass.
So before she could come back to her normal fiery self, I pushed her back and pinned her to the pillar behind with my arms. I
wanted to feel her, make her realize that she too craved for me and hadn't spent a single day without my thoughts crossing her
mind. I wanted to make her feel good so that eventually, she gives in. I took a pencil lying nearby and brought it to her face.
She opened her mouth to say something but I put the pencil on her lips and made her quite. I wanted her to imagine all the dirty
things my tongue, fingers wanted to do to her and so, I began my game.
I brought the pencil to her quivering lips and whispered in her right ear, " Sweetheart... what shall it be like... if this pencil is
replaced by my finger?" I asked huskily as the pencil traced her lips, went down her neck and I inserted in between her breasts.
Her eyes fluttered and closed as she arched her head back.
But then, her brows twitched in confusion and I knew that my time of relishing her was on the verge of ending. She opened her
eyes and in them, were those red streaks of fury as soon, her face hardened. She sucked in a deep breath and tried to move
away from my proximity.
"Let me go!" She hissed. But I caught her arms in a hand and pressed my body against hers.
Though I could sense that she could not stand me, but still she couldn't ignore how the air crackled with tension whenever we
were close.
"I want to talk first." I said calmly as she continued to struggle in my grip.
She shaked her head." I don't want to talk to you! About any damn thing! I think that was obvious."
Dark rage filled my eyes. My eyes glared like never before. She should have been scared. But all I could find in her eyes was
hate, anger and...... betrayal?
I released her hands and spoke," Jenny, baby-"
She slapped me hard. And was ignorant as ever. I was almost on the verge of blasting either with anger or due to untamed
desire for her... Still which didn't seem to reduce.

She raised her fingers again as if to claw my face, but this time I caught her hands again and pinned them behind her. She tried
to kick me with her legs but I didn't budge.
Her face showed signs of fear but it also promised a dark feeling of retaliation.
"STOP!" I roared giving her an ultimate warning. But she didn't pay heed to what I said and tried to push me away.
"What the hell do you want from me!" She shouted and threw that question towards me. She tried to push me away from her but
her futile efforts didn't make a difference.
I was enraged, I eyes continued to blaze with a dangerous glint.
"YOU!" I deadpanned.
She spat on my face. Literally spat. I froze in surprise.
Did Rudra just prove himself right?
I wiped off her saliva from my face. There was a momentary shock on my face. What rubbed my ego the most wrong way was
that she had a small challenging smile on her face.
I grabbed her face with my hand and my fingers tightened at her jaw. And the next moment I crashed my lips on her soft ones,
pulling her into a brutal kiss as if telling her my dominance upon her.