~London, present time~
It was 11 pm in the bustling city of London. And in one of those tall commercial skyscrapers, the top most floor, had an accommodation of a badass party and the place's name 'Pariiso' (meaning Paradise) quite really suited it! A place, an event for the people who like an outlaw, quite subtly! On seeing it all from periphery, no one could even imagine.., that one's wildest dreams were carving in the mad rhythms of passion inside.
The building was heavily guarded from all the gates, all the sides. In those dark passionate nights, the men dressed in black suits, with guns and wireless, all studded for the security looked like army of soldiers, but, only the mafia ones!
Just when, everyone got alerted as a convoy of black Range Rover's stepped in the luxurious surrounding of the building. 5 in the front, and 5 at back, each having a personal army of security, for the... MONSTER! Even though all of them were black RR's, but, the one in the middle, was very different..., it had... HIS AURA! His car stood out, as it was a sheer piece of art... it spoke a lot about his personality, as the car was an entire black monochrome! Everything about that RR, its letters, its glass, its accessories, everything was "BLACK n UNAPOLOGETIC!" Well, that was exactly what he is!
All of the men from the other RR's got down, standing in a kind-of queue for the King's arrival. One of the men, who could be the stated 'head' of the security, went ahead and opened the door of the King's car. And then he stepped out, quite literally like a EMPEROR!
There's a certain slow-poison in his looks! He's 6'4 and has a muscular bulky lean body. He has a sharp nose, siren black eyes, medium but a slightly long beard, a rugged demeanour and indeed, a bad-boy vibes!
As he stepped out of his car, he stylishly lighted a ciggrate. There is something about him that is sinfully attractive! Maybe his musculine energy, his unbothered attitude, created quite an eye-catching symphony, but he indeed is devilishly handsome. He has a few tattoos on his veiny hands, and some on his shoulder as well, which were visible through the black formal shirt he wore with a few buttons open, exposing his well-built chest & paired it with a formal trouser. His hair were neatly styled with gel, giving them damn turn-on vibes! He had a great hairline, which enhanced his personality!
His wavy long, yet neatly styled hair along with his beard, made him resonate to a lion king with a mane.
He got through the tower with a army of men following. Rest all were indeed security, but few of them were his closest friends/allies. And one of them was Neeshal.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispered into his ear.
"I've never been unsure of anything in life!" Vijay replied taking a drag from his ciggrate.
They entered the top floor, and stepped inside from the doors of Pariiso. It was out and out chaos, chaos of wildness, passion and intoxication! A party of madness indeed was onboard. And there entered, a army of mad men, to ignite the sparke to ecstacy.
Mr. Ranvijay Das followed by his men, all men in black!
The environment in the club was mad as f..k. The dim lights of the place mixed with all dark interiors gave it a Babylon party vibes, only darker. Everything that one shouldn't think... was going on there.. with jazz!
Gambling, drugs, strippers, people making out openly, naked women on a pole dance, alcohol flowing like oceans, and a signature smoke from all over, filling the room with dangerous energy.
It was a party arranged by Vijay himself, nominally, for his friends birthday. But truly, he wanted to call one of his current business partners under a roof, to have a one-to-one chat.
As Vijay walked into the round bar, and sat in front of his business partner- Zubair, he first leisurely arranged his sleeves, before taking a sip of his whiskey from the glass.
"I'm glad we came on mutual grounds." Zubair said subtly intiating the conversation, taking a sip from the other glass.
"You have no other option!" Vijay said, without looking at him, lighting up another cigarette for himself. He was hinting that not Zubair or anyone indeed had other way than coming on mutual grounds with him!
Zubair's light expression turned slightly intense as he realised that he's here because he didn't had the guts to go against Vijay.
"On a very serious note Vijay!... don't you think what you're about to do is absolute madness?" Zubair said with a serious tone, hoping Vijay could understand the situation. But, the monster indeed had no plans of that. He didn't even look at Zubair, and only concentrated on his whiskey and cigarette.
"Why to enrage in enmity...when..." Zubair paused a little as now Vijay's siren eyes were on him, coldly. Vijay hated it when someone tells him what to do, it really pissed him off! But Zubair was indeed concerned about his business, and he could clearly not afford any loss at the moment.
"...we can solve things by forgiving sometimes." he said looking into Vijay's eyes. Even though he very well knew about Vijay's anger, he knew that he's a blaze of absolute madness when he makes something personal... but, he wanted to advise him, try to stop him.
Vijay's fury was evident in his cold eyes! His anger was slowing getting on his nerves even with the thought of what Zubair suggested.... to Forgive? No, it was never him!
"Never tell me what I should do." he said, his eyes fiercely piercing! "Forgive... hmm... forgive him that today, he's just claimed one branch of the company. And give him a green signal to capture the entire empire tomorrow?" Vijay said sternly. Zubair just kept looking at him.
"This is your family matter. I don't want to get involved." Zubair said.
"You're already involved. What do you think I'm a fool to sit here and talk to you if you weren't fucking involved? .... Listen, he's acting cool because he thinks that a direct contract with a few chaps like you will make him seem powerful... because he doesn't have the balls to confront me, or my dad. And trust me, I'm still being extremely patient, with all of you!" said Vijay sternly. He then leaned his one arm on the bar table.
As he took another sip from his whiskey, his eyes fell onto a stripper dancing on a pole just in front of him, trying to intimidate him, for a long time. Her swift moves, that red lace short bodysuit, and her passionate moves, all were indeed very inviting. As she saw Vijay looking at her, she roamed her hands through her curves, seductively! She turned her dance on the pole, more passionate. Even though Vijay didn't have an intention of having a night that time, his whiskey and cigarettes and the intoxicating environment of Pariiso were surely pulling him to be wild.
"Vijay, try to keep us away. And anyway, I don't think that your dad will approve this. He wants everything to be done peacefully. Mukesh is your uncle! Blocking all his company allies will only call for another conflict!" Zubair said in an attempt to convince Vijay. But unknowingly he's hit the one string of Vijay's heart which is the only thing that makes him vulnerable!
"I want a war! Not a conflict. And I don't know what anyone thinks... if someone tries to cross us, our business, and tries to scare us with a conflict, I'll give him a war! I was giving you a chance to be neutral, but that's fine, you've chose your side! But mind me, in this war, nothing really will matter to me. I won't think once before fucking your lives to the worst." said the monster sternly.
"Now fuck off!" Vijay growled as Zubair was left speechless. And left without a word.
Vijay got up as he finished his whiskey in a gulp. Yes, that fucking dumpster indeed ruined his mood. He walked towards the couch, a familiar voice hit his ears.
"How are you daddy?"
He turned around, now facing a couch. He rolled his eyes subtly seeing who was sitting there! Zoya!
"You don't miss me right? You came back to London last night, and didn't even call me?" she said coming close to him and encircling him with touches.
Zoya, was Vijay's mid-girl. They were neither dating, nor apart. Both had sexual interactions with each other, but that never created any boundary within their personalities. Yes, Zoya did fall for Vijay for a while. But, seeing his ignorant and uninterested nature, she too has many flings with others. But she frequently does come back to Vijay, he's become her high. She loves to have intercourse with him.
"I thought you were busy 'chilling' with someone right!? Last month it was Zubair, who's now?" Vijay gave back sarcastically, sitting on the couch.
His one arm was leisurely leaning over the couch, and his legs, one on another, made him look majestically devilish! Just then, he saw that the stripper in the red bodysuit, who he saw earlier, now came to the counter in front of him. Zoya was facing him so she didn't notice her.
"Yes, curse me as much as you want. But you know what I have you on my mind, all the time." she said. She was waiting for his reply, but she subtly noticed that he was looking away at a particular spot for a long time.
When she turned back into the direction where his eyes were stuck, she understood the reason! And within no time, the stripper came near and sat on Vijay's lap. As he gave her more access, his other hand rested on her hip.
She started moving seductively, her knee sliding into the middle of his thighs, inviting him, while her hands were roaming on his neck and chest. Zoya left the scene instantly.
The stripper had an igniting aura which was perfect for the night. His one hand was already on her hip, she took his other hand which was across the couch, and rested it onto her chest and started moving it across her skin. Vijay who was a bit relaxed till now, suddenly
sat upright, as he flipped her to the other side.
She was moving relentlessly, so he held her by her neck, his hand so big and touch so rough that he almost choked her. A moan escaped her mouth and she finally stopped moving a little. He finished his whiskey, his hand still chocking her. He lift her up by the red choker in her neck, using his hand.
He lead her to an isolated corner of the bar, which was separated by a glass wall. There was a couch, on which he made her sit. He stood in front of her, his waist entirely around her face. She looked up at him, knowing what wildness he held. He brushed his thumb through her lips first, before sliding it into her lips. He first brushed through her teeth, teasing and then, finally inside her mouth.
"Go on!" he commanded. She gave a great suck to his thumb. He abruptly cut the rhythm as he drew out his thumb leaving her breathless. They looked at each other for while, before he unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned and zipped down his pants. She looked up at him with wildness in her eyes, already dripping in the ecstasy.
"Open your mouth" he ordered. She slowly took him in her mouth. His jawline trembled a little as the warmth of her mouth, the grip of her lips and her saliva enveloped him, while his eyes were fixed on her, still cold but with a little desire.
"Eyes on me!" he growled as he held her hair back and slide inside her mouth. He started moving, firstly slowly, establishing a harmonic motion. He was slightly much huge than any other man, so it took a few strokes for her to get into the sync. But soon, his movements become fast, rough and deep. He was strong and unapologetic! She was first trying to maintain herself, until... her eyes started rolling back and she struggled for her breath, as his strokes became powerful, until he reached her throat. His grip on her hair tightened as he moved rigorously. In a few more stroke, he filled her mouth with his spill. His lips parted, trembling, as he came inside her.
"Swallow it!" he growled lowly. Without a second thought, she gulped his seeds.
He lifted her by her hand, and turned her over the couch. Her ass now exposed to her. He took his belt and gave her a first spat. A sharp moan escaped her mouth. He gave her another spat, before tearing off her laces which was barely a dress.
He held her neck from back, achieving a position, before sliding inside her from back. "Oh yes daddy!" she moaned.
"Sir! Call me SIR! You get it?" he said giving her hair a tight jerk.
"Yes SIR!" she said.
"You don't cum until I tell you to!" he said as he started moving, first slow, and then rigorous! Each stroke was followed by a strong spat, he was extremely rough! She was so close, but, he didn't allow her to cum. And with a round or two, he drew out before he spilled inside her. He pulled out leaving her breathless and in-satiated. He spilled his seeds over her skin, having him all over her back.
As he catches his breath, he calms himself as he tucked his shirt back, and assembled his pants, watching the girl panting, fallen on the couch as the pleasure is too much for her to even get up yet!
He composed his clothes and himself as well, before he left, completely unbothered by what happened here.
~next part soon~