She didn't move. Just sat there, her deep brown eyes burning with frustration. Of course, she was upset-I had ruined her grand escape plan. Did she really think she could slip away from me so easily?

Sighing, I pushed off my car and took slow, deliberate steps forward. Her hesitation only fueled my amusement. Reaching the cab, I yanked the door open. "You really thought I wouldn't find you, Love." I said, my voice smooth and low.

"Come out, little star," I murmured, my voice deceptively soft.

She hesitated, her hands clenched into fists, as if debating whether to fight or obey. But in the end, she stepped out-reluctant, defiant, but still mine.

I smirked, turning my gaze toward the driver. The poor fool was gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had turned white. His fearful eyes darted between me and the gun resting casually in my hand.

I lifted the gun just slightly, letting the cold metal catch the dim streetlights. "Move."

That was all it took. Without wasting a second, the driver slammed his foot on the gas, tires screeching as he sped away, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

Now, it was just the two of us. Exactly how it should be.

A slow smirk curved on my lips as I tucked the gun back into my coat. "Let's go, little star." My voice was calm, almost gentle, but we both knew the storm that lay beneath it.

She crossed her arms, tilting her chin up. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

Ah, stubborn as ever.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until she had to tilt her head to meet my gaze. "Don't test me, sweetheart," I murmured, my tone darkening. "You ran once. I let you have your little moment of rebellion. But now? Now, you get in the car."

She didn't move.

I exhaled, shaking my head with mock disappointment. Then, in a voice laced with warning, I whispered, "Five seconds, little star. Either you walk to that car on your own, or I carry you there myself. And trust me, if I have to carry you, you won't like what happens next."

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Frustration flashes in her eyes. Her body trembles with need, but she bites her lip, trying to control the desperation clawing at her. She tries to stay still, but the desire for him is consuming.

His lips curl into a dark smirk, watching her with a mix of satisfaction and sadistic pleasure. "What's wrong, little star?" he murmurs, his voice low and taunting. "Didn't think I'd make you suffer, huh? You thought talking about another guy would make me jealous, didn't you? Now I'm going to teach you a lesson."

She tries to hold it in, her lips quivering, her hands gripping his shoulders, but the ache is unbearable.

His voice turns dark, commanding. "Say it. Tell me what you want. Tell me, or I won't give you anything."

Her breath comes in sharp gasps, frustration mixing with need. "Please, Vansh... I need you..." she says, the words slipping from her lips despite the embarrassment.

He chuckles darkly, just the tip of him grazing her entrance, taunting her. "You want me, huh?" His voice drips with dark amusement. "You'll surely get it, but first... you'll tell me who's the one that controls you."

He thrusts forward, just enough to make her feel him, but not enough to give her what she craves. "Say it. Who's the one who owns you, little star?"

"Y-You..." Her body arches toward him, desperate for the release he's denied.

"Say it louder," he growls, his hand gripping her hips, holding her in place. "Say you need me. Only me."

She shudders under the pressure, her body aching for him. "Please... I need you... Vansh, only you..."

With a satisfied growl, he slams into her, filling her completely. "Good girl," he whispers, his voice thick with possessiveness. "Now you've learned."

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