Author's POV

The penthouse is just two streets away from the party venue. Throughout the short ride, Abhimanyu hadn't spared a single second to glance away from Samyukta. His intense, dark gaze locked onto hers with a dangerous glare that seemed to pierce through her.

Each time their eyes met, it sent strong shivers down her spine, erupting goosebumps all over her body. But rather than frightening her, it only fueled the fire within, arousing her in ways that left her breathless. And that was exactly what he intended.

As soon as he parked his SUV by the building, Abhimanyu wasted no time. Within seconds, he was on the other side of the car, opening the door for the woman who had driven him to the edge of recklessness.

The moment she placed one foot on the ground, he swiftly scooped her up into his arms. The door slammed shut behind them, by his kick, as he rushed toward the elevator with a long stride.

Samyukta said nothing. She rested in his arms and kept her eyes fixed on his face, watching as the color deepened in his cheeks, turning darker with each passing moment. He didn't meet her gaze, his focus entirely on getting to the penthouse. Her own chest was heaving up and down due to the pulsating beats oh her heart.

The silence between them was heavy and thick. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against hers. At that moment, he was a man on a mission, and she was more than ready to be at the center of it.

The door of the elevator slide open, the penthouse welcoming their heated presence.  Abhimanyu stepped inside with Samyukta still in his arms. Her breath hitched as he carried her deeper into the penthouse. She could feel every muscle in his body taut with desire. Moreover, the desire was diffusing into her skin arousing her more intensely. 

He finally paused in the end of the living room the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but neither of them noticed the view. His eyes finally met hers, dark and smoldering, as he slowly lowered her to the ground sending shivers down her spine. 

Without a word, he cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, making her gasp softly. The heat in his gaze was enough to set her pulse racing, and she could see the same hunger mirrored in his eyes.

"We're not leaving this penthouse until I've made you mine, over and over again." 

He whispered with a deep rumble voice that sent shivers down her spine.

Before she could respond, his fierce and demanding lips crashed onto hers, as if he was trying to claim every part of her. She closed her eyes feeling his lips bite into hers, nibble them and draw a metallic taste out of them. 

She tried parting her lips when she felt out of breathe only to be invaded by his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. 

His hands moved with a sense of urgency, sliding down her body before gripping the delicate fabric of her dress. In one swift motion, he tore it apart, the sound of ripping fabric echoing in the spacious penthouse. The cool air brushed against her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from his touch.

She gasped, and pulled away her lips from his. A mix of surprise and frustration evident in her voice as she cried out.

"I really liked that dress!"

Abhimanyu's lips curled into a seductive smirk, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire, "I'll buy you hundreds of them. Just so I can rip them apart every time you make me this needy."

His promise was both a threat and a vow, and the way he said it sent a thrill through her that only intensified the need between them. He tilted her chin up with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze, the hunger in his eyes making her knees weak.

As his hands roamed over her exposed skin, claiming every inch, she could feel her heart racing, her body responding to his every touch. There was no hesitation, no holding back.

Suddenly, his phone beeped, the sharp sound breaking through the haze of their heated moment. Abhimanyu groaned in frustration. For a brief second, his grip loosened, and his head dropped to her shoulder, his breath ragged against her skin.

She smirked and said.

"Mr. Rathore. Is pleasure overlapping business?"

The phone beeped again, louder this time, but the fire in her voice snapped his attention back to her. With a growl, he yanked her, pulling her back into him with more force.

"Nah baby! Business is overlapping with pleasure."

He muttered, his lips brushing against her ear and threw the cell phone on the couch not before rejecting the call.

His mouth found hers again, the kiss deep and consuming, as his hands continued their exploration, undoing her from her lingerie and trailing down her sides before gripping her hips earning a soft moan from her. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together, the intensity of their connection growing with every passing second.

"Every time you tease me, every time you drive me crazy, I'll make sure you remember who you belong to." 

He whispered against her lips, his tone a perfect blend of possessiveness and passion.

She could only nod, breathless and eager as she found herself dripping from her south. 

As they continued eating each other, his palms roughly cupped her mounds, sneezing them tightly as she let out a moan in his mouth but he didn't let her leave his lips. He went on caressing her nipples, more like pinching them harshly sending jolts of pleasurable aches coursing through her veins.

"Ahhmmm..."

In a flash, before she could even register his movement, Abhimanyu spun her around, pressing her face against the wall, gently yet roughly. The cool surface contrasted sharply with the heat of his body as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her nape. His hands moved to unbutton his shirt.

"You were so desperate to make out," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement, "that you didn't care about the people watching. Now let the world see you get fucked by me."

With a final tug, he pulled off his shirt, revealing the chiseled muscles underneath. The sight of him, bare-chested and exuding raw power, decorated the glass with his reflection, sending a wave of arousal through her and making her tremble. His roughness, the way he took control, only heightened her desire, turning the heat between them into an inferno.

She bit her lip as his hands found their way to her waist, gripping her tightly before sliding down to her hips. He yanked her closer and she felt his hardness just a centimeter away from her already messed up south. 

"Mmmm..."

She hadn't even realized when he'd rid himself of his pants. His member, thick and rigid, brushed against her, teasing her with the slightest touch. The contact sent a jolt of desire surging through her, and she could feel the desperate need pooling low in her belly, making her tremble vigorously.

A desperate hunger built inside her, the emptiness between her thighs growing more unbearable by the second. She craved him, needed him to fill the void that ached for him, to claim her in the way only he could. Her breaths came out in shallow gasps as she arched her back to press herself closer to him, her body silently begging for what they both knew was inevitable.

Without a word, Abhimanyu gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her skin as he suddenly thrust himself inside her, filling her in one swift, forceful motion. 

"Ughhh..huhhhh..."

"Anhhhhh......."

The suddenness of it tore a gasp from her lips, her body arching against the wall in response. Her hands flew up, bracing the slippery glass, but the pleasure overwhelmed her senses as he buried himself deep inside her without any warning. Her legs wrapped around him automatically making her rest on him partly and partly on the transparent wall, hanging in the air. 

"Anhhhhhh! Anhh...ahh..anhhh."

Her mind went blank, replaced only by the sensation of him—thick and unrelenting—stretching her to the limit. Every nerve in her body lit up with the intensity of his entrance, and she let out a moan driven from equal parts shock and ecstasy. The rawness of his movement left her breathless, trembling under the weight of his need and power.

He didn't hold back. His movements were rough and commanding. His hips slammed against hers with a rhythm that was both punishing and deeply satisfying. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body reacting to him, surrendering entirely to his control.

"Isn't this what you wanted, hmm? To be taken like this...huhhh...rough..huhh...and wild, where anyone could see? Now let's see...ughhh...how much you can handle...mmm." 

He growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. 

"Uhhhghh...babe...umm...fuck!"

Her breath hitched, but she couldn't deny the thrill his words brought, the way they ignited something primal within her. He turned her head, forcing her to look at him as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. 

"You're mine. And I'll make sure everyone knows it." 

He whispered, his tone dripping with possessiveness. 

"Anmmmhh...yesss...ummm...oh...yesss!"

She whimpered, hissed and moaned at the top of her voice with her eyes shut feeling her every nerve on fire with her mind clouded with the sensation of him moving inside of her. She could barely breathe, lost in the rhythm of his body claiming hers, over and over again.

But for a brief moment, she managed to open her eyes. Her vision blurry yet clear enough to take in the world outside. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the city lay stretched out before her, bathed in the glow of a thousand lights. Skyscrapers sparkled in the night, their windows illuminated like stars in a sea of black, while streets below were alive with moving cars, their headlights flickering like tiny fireflies.

The world outside was oblivious to the storm inside, oblivious to the way her body was being taken apart and rebuilt, piece by piece, by the man pressing her against the wall. It was surreal.

Her breath hitched, and she whimpered as Abhimanyu's grip on her waist tightened, pulling her back to him. Her body responded instinctively, hips moving in sync with his, chasing that high she could feel building deep inside her.

"Look outside," he rasped in her ear in a low and commanding voice, sending shivers down her spine. "Let them see you. Let the world see who owns you."

Her lips parted, but no words came out—only a soft moan as the intensity of his thrusts brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Abhimanyu's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming relentless. Samyukta moaned loudly, her voice shaky as each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body. 

"Ah... ah... Maan!" 

Her nails scraped against the glass, barely holding herself up as he drove into her deeper, faster.

Samyukta could hardly believe it—her body was already teetering on the edge of collapse, and yet, somehow, he was moving even faster, his hips slamming against hers with an urgency that left her breathless. 

He groaned, his breath heavy as he moved, the sound of their bodies echoing in the room.

 "Fuck!" 

He growled, his voice thick with lust as he thrust harder. 

"You're so tight..." 

He grunted, his body pressed firmly against hers, his hips moving with an unyielding force.

Samyukta's moans grew louder, more desperate with each second.

"Please... Maan... I'm so close. Oh my God...!" 

She whimpered, her voice trembling as he hit her sweet spot again and again.  But Abhimanyu wasn't ready to let her release just yet. 

"Don't come." 

He commanded, his voice low, rough. His groans rumbled deep in his chest as he held back his own climax, thrusting faster, harder.

Samyukta let out a long, trembling moan, her body trembling uncontrollably. 

"Ah... I can't... I... Ahh!" 

She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to obey him. 

Abhimanyu's groans deepened as he pushed himself harder. 

"You're gonna come with me," he rasped, his breath ragged. "Fuck, Samyukta... together..."

With one final thrust, he plunged deep inside her, hitting her g-spot with brutal precision. Samyukta screamed, her voice raw as the orgasm tore through her, her body shaking violently. 

"Ahhh! Maan!" 

She cried, her hands grasping at him as she came undone, her entire world shattering in that moment. 

Abhimanyu groaned loudly, his own release crashing into him as he buried himself inside her, his body convulsing with pleasure. 

"Fuck... Samyukta!"

He gasped, his voice hoarse as he came with her, their moans and groans mingling in the air, filling the space between them.

Samyukta's screams echoed like a wolf's howl as she collapsed against the glass, panting heavily, completely spent. Abhimanyu's deep, guttural groan followed, his hands catching her just as she was about to fall. His fingers gripped her breasts tightly, holding her steady.

She let out a soft whimper, still trembling from the intensity of her climax. He didn't pull out, his hard length still buried deep inside her as he began to move them toward the bedroom. 

"Mmm... Maan..."

She moaned, her voice barely a whisper as the friction from his slow movements made her body quiver again.

Abhimanyu groaned, the sound rough as he felt her tightening around him with every step. 

"Shh... we're not done yet," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Don't you dare get exhausted now."

Samyukta moaned softly, her body still buzzing from the overwhelming pleasure as they crossed into the bedroom, knowing full well the night was far from over.

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DAMN! Wasn't that intense? Do you want more such steamy scene of abhimanyu and Samyukta? Let me know in the comments. I'll progress accordingly. 

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