The Line We Were Never Meant to Cross — Part 2

I shouldn’t have gone back.

I knew better. Every nerve screamed, run. But there was something about Aarav that made logic dissolve like sugar in rain.
A week passed since that night. A week of sleepless hours, of replaying the feel of his hands, his mouth, the suffocating heat of him pressed against me. I told myself I was done, that I could survive without him. But survival wasn’t enough—I wanted him, and that made me dangerous to myself.

He appeared in my apartment without warning. Not a call. Not a text. Just the sharp, familiar knock that made my pulse triple in a second.
“I know you’re in,” he said before I could even open the door. His eyes were black, stormy, unreadable. “I can hear everything through the walls.”

I swallowed. “Aarav…”

“I couldn’t wait,” he said, stepping inside like he owned the place. And in a way, in my head, he did. The door clicked behind him, locking with a soft thunk that made my stomach lurch.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t soften. He just advanced, slow, deliberate, making the air between us thrum with danger.
“You came here,” I whispered. “You shouldn’t—”
“Shouldn’t?” he repeated, his voice low, dark. “I shouldn’t? Do you know what it’s like to want someone so badly that your body aches? That every thought, every second, is about them?”

I did know. That’s why I was trembling.
His hand came up and rested on my cheek—not gently. There was heat, pressure, and a warning in the way he held me. “You don’t get to run from me. Not anymore.”

I couldn’t. Even if I wanted to. My body betrayed me. I felt the heat pooling in me, the wild, dangerous craving that only he could ignite.
He circled me like a predator, eyes scanning, memorizing. “You belong to me,” he said simply. Not in a gentle way. Not in a loving way. In a way that left no choice.

I swallowed hard. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
“You do,” he said, voice sharp as a knife. “And I’ll make sure you know it.”

Before I could protest, he captured my wrists in one hand and held me against the wall. My back pressed to the cool plaster, his body behind mine, pressing, impossible to escape. His lips found my ear, and the sound of his whisper sent shivers crawling down my spine.

“You think I’m playing,” he murmured. “I’ve wanted you like this since the first time I saw you, and I’ve waited for years. I will wait no longer.”

The heat between us was unbearable. Desire and fear tangled until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. His hands roamed over me with possession, as if mapping territories only he could claim.

“You think you can resist me?” he asked. My body betrayed me again, and I didn’t answer.
“I don’t ask,” he said. “I take.”
And he did.

Our mouths collided in a kiss that was violent and soft all at once. His hands gripped me like he was afraid I’d vanish. My nails dug into his shoulders as he pressed me closer, forcing me to feel every inch of him.

When he finally pulled back, his lips hovered near mine, breath ragged. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’re mine.”
I shook my head.

He chuckled—a dark, dangerous sound that made my chest ache. “You will. And you’ll mean it.”

Hours passed like seconds. We didn’t leave the apartment. We didn’t speak much beyond the words that burned between us. There was no tenderness. Only possession. Only hunger. Only the delicious danger of two people who knew they were breaking rules no one else could see.

The storm outside mirrored what raged inside us. Rain lashed against the windows, thunder shook the walls, and lightning illuminated our tangled forms in harsh, white flashes. Each crack of thunder felt like a drum, counting down to a surrender neither of us wanted to admit we craved.

At some point, we collapsed into the sofa. He pressed me against him again, chest to back, hands on my waist, and whispered things that made my blood run hot. Obscene, possessive, addictive things.

“I could ruin you,” he said, voice low, almost gentle now. “I could make you forget everyone else, everyone before me. You wouldn’t even notice. You’d only want me.”

And I did. Even as I fought it. Even as my mind screamed for caution. Even as I remembered the fear that had clawed at me all week.

He held me through the night. Not just physically. Emotionally. Every heartbeat of his claimed mine. Every sigh, every brush of his lips against my neck, branded me. I wanted to leave, I told myself, but my body and soul betrayed me in unison.

By dawn, when the rain had softened to a drizzle, and the world outside returned to a dull gray, I realized I was completely, irreversibly his. Not by choice. Not by law. Not by kindness.
By darkness.
By desire.

By the terrifying truth that sometimes love isn’t soft. Sometimes it’s dangerous. And sometimes, it’s the only thing worth surrendering to.
I knew, in that quiet after the storm, that I would never be free again.
Aarav had claimed me. And I wanted him to.

Part 3 coming soon!!!