Adhvay 's POV

" Messing with her was my first step in hell. But nobody ever told me, hell could be so fucking addictive."

The dim glow of the screen illuminated my darkened office as the feed flickered to life. My eyes locked onto the scene before me—Esha, walking toward a man bound to a chair. Her steps were slow, measured, carrying an air of lethal grace. Though her face remained impassive, her eyes burned with something far more dangerous—a mix of determination and fury.

“You were the rat, weren’t you?” Her voice rang through the speakers, slicing through the silence of my room.

The man before her trembled, sweat dripping down his face. He sat frozen under her gaze, his fear tangible. But fear alone wouldn’t save him. With a sigh, she moved toward the table in the corner, running her fingers over an array of tools before selecting a small knife.

“Last chance. Do you have anything to say before I begin skinning you alive?” she asked, her voice disturbingly calm.

Terror flashed across the man’s face. “I-I won’t s-speak. If I do, they’ll kill my family.”

“Where is she?” Her tone was sharper this time, leaving no room for evasion.

“I—I don’t know,” he stammered.

Esha’s jaw tightened, frustration flickering in her expression. She lowered herself into the chair opposite him, twirling the knife between her fingers. Then, with a sudden precision, she plunged the blade into his thigh.

A piercing shriek filled the air. Blood seeped through the fabric of his pants, staining his skin. He whimpered, pleaded, but Esha remained unmoved.

“Let go?” she mused, tilting her head slightly. “The day you decided to betray me, you sealed your fate. You were always meant to die at my hands.”

A shiver ran through me at her words. I watched, unable to look away, as she continued her torment. Each calculated stroke of her blade painted crimson lines on his skin. My breath hitched—not in fear, but in something far more consuming.

Memories surged forward unbidden.

The way she had loomed over me that night, her fingers trailing over my skin, branding me with every touch. My body reacted instinctively, heat curling in my gut. One touch, and I was spiraling, panting for more.

My hand slid beneath the hem of my pants, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through me. My mind blurred, replaced by thoughts of her hands—exploring, commanding, owning me. My breathing turned ragged as I surrendered to the sensation, lost in the haze of arousal.

The screen flickered again. Esha was leaving the room, her expression composed, unaffected. I was so damn close—until the sharp trill of my phone shattered the moment.

Esha’s name flashed across the screen.

I swallowed hard before answering.

“Where are you?” Her voice was crisp, demanding.

“Office,” I rasped, struggling to steady my breath.

“Hm. I want you home before midnight, sì.”

A simple command, yet it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Bravo ragazzo.” The sultry whisper unraveled what little control I had left.

A strangled whimper escaped before the call disconnected, her soft chuckle lingering in my ears. My hand moved faster, chasing the inevitable release. Her voice echoed in my head—low, sinful, and devastatingly possessive.

“Cum for me, Bello.”

A guttural cry tore from my lips as pleasure consumed me, leaving me panting in its wake. My body shuddered, my mind reeling as the weight of reality settled over me.

And then, it hit me.

Fuck.

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