It was finally time to race.  

Maya and Adranksh stepped into the mansion's backyard, where a private racetrack lay before them. Maya’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked around, her heart racing with excitement.  

“No way!” she gasped, turning to him.  

Adranksh smirked. “Ready, Malyshka?”  

“Oh, I was born ready,” she said, determination shining in her eyes.  

Two sports cars roared to life as they arrived. Maya got into her Ferrari 296 GTB, while Adranksh settled into his Lamborghini Huracán EVO.  

“Five laps, Malyshka. No shortcuts,” he warned, his voice teasing yet firm.  

Maya nodded, gripping the wheel. The sharp sound of a gunshot signaled the start, and both cars shot forward, tires screeching as they sped down the track.  

Adranksh took the lead easily, a smirk on his lips. Maya stayed focused as she trailed behind. When they reached a sharp turn, she seized the moment and smoothly passed him, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.  

For the next two laps, she blocked him at every attempt to pass. No matter how hard he tried, she held her position, forcing him to groan in frustration.  

Then, just when she thought she had him trapped, Adranksh found the perfect opening. In one swift move, he sped past her, leaving her stunned. His deep laugh echoed through their comms as he zoomed ahead.  

“Unbelievable,” Maya muttered, pressing harder on the gas.  

As the fourth lap began, she pushed herself to catch up, waiting for the right moment. Then, in a split second, Adranksh made a tiny mistake—a slight miscalculation—and she slipped past him again.  

“Yes!” she cheered, glancing at his car in the rearview mirror. “Let’s go! Woohoo!”  

On the final lap, they were neck and neck. The engines roared as both drivers pushed their cars to the limits. The track blurred around them as they raced side by side, adrenaline pumping through their veins.  

Maya turned her head for just a second—Adranksh was already looking at her.  

They both winked at each other and burst into laughter.  

With one final push, their cars crossed the checkered flag together. They finished the race at the same time.  

They both stepped out of their cars and parked them in front of the mansion. Maya leaned against her Ferrari, waiting as Adranksh walked toward her.  

“You’re incredible, Malyshka,” he said, pulling her close.  

She smirked. “You’re no less, Ansh.”  

Without a word, he pressed a soft kiss on her lips, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.  

Maya grinned, stepping back as an idea hit her. “Oh! Ansh, wait! I have something for you.”  

She quickly turned, opening her car door and pulling out a neatly wrapped box. Excitement sparkled in her eyes as she handed it to him.  

Curious, Adranksh unwrapped it, revealing a sleek black Ferrari jacket—one that matched hers perfectly. His lips curved into a smile as he shrugged off his blazer and put it on.  

“How do I look?” he asked, adjusting the collar.  

Maya’s eyes scanned him appreciatively before she smirked. “Like mine.”  

He chuckled at her response, grabbing her hand as they walked toward the mansion.  

“Wait,” she suddenly stopped. “Let’s take a picture. I’m posting it.”  

Adranksh raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest as she set up her camera against the car. She adjusted their stance. His arm naturally wrapped around her waist, and he tilted his head slightly toward her face.  

Click.  

Maya beamed at the shot. Before he could see it, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.  

Maya pulled back and checked the picture, her face lighting up. “It turned out even better than I expected,” she said happily.  

Adranksh glanced at the screen, smirking. “Well, with you in it, that’s not surprising.”  

She looked at him lovingly, her heart racing as she suddenly kissed him. Adranksh responded immediately, deepening the kiss with equal passion. His arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly as her legs instinctively locked around his waist.  

Without breaking the kiss, he carried her inside, holding her firmly yet gently. The air between them was thick with tension, heat radiating off their bodies as he made his way toward the elevator. When they reached it, he momentarily pulled away, pressing the button quickly before slamming her back against the cool metal doors.  

His darkened eyes searched hers for a moment before he kissed her again, hungrier this time. Maya’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly and drawing a low groan from him.  

The elevator doors slid open, and he stepped inside with ease, never loosening his grip on her. As soon as the doors closed, his lips left hers, trailing down her jawline to her neck. Maya tilted her head, gasping softly as he found her pulse point, pressing slow, deliberate kisses against her skin.  

By the time they reached their floor, Maya was breathless, her chest rising and falling quickly. Adranksh didn’t stop—he carried her straight to their room in the new mansion. The door swung shut behind them with a soft thud as he kicked it closed, his lips still moving over her neck.  

He walked to the bed, his movements controlled yet desperate, and gently lowered her onto the plush mattress. His hands roamed over her, his gaze filled with unspoken promises.  

Maya’s fingers trailed down his chest, her breathing ragged as she whispered, “You drive me crazy, Ansh.”  

He smirked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face before leaning down, his lips barely grazing hers as he murmured, “Good. Because you’ve owned me from the start, Malyshka.”  

And with that, he captured her lips again, claiming her in a way that left no doubt—she was his, and he was hers.  
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Adranksh tugged off her jacket in one swift motion, his breath catching when he saw her in the white crop top fitting her curves perfectly. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, and he exhaled sharply.  

“So hot,” he murmured, almost to himself.  

Maya bit her lip, her heart racing as he pulled the fabric over her head and tossed it aside. She didn’t give him time to admire her for long—she crashed her lips onto his, kissing him with a hunger that made his head spin. Her hands fumbled at his jacket, clumsy in her urgency.  

He chuckled against her lips, his hands covering hers and helping her shrug it off. But when she reached for his tie, he decided to tease her, slowly undoing the knot, then moving deliberately to unbutton his shirt.  

Maya groaned, her eyes narrowing. “Damn it, Ansh.”  

Before he could react, she gripped his shirt and yanked it open. Buttons flew off in different directions. He blinked, surprised, before a deep laugh rumbled through his chest.  

“You’re getting bold, Malyshka.”  

She grinned, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “You’re too slow.”  

He shook his head, still grinning, before pulling her down with him. Their laughter melted into another heated kiss, all-consuming and making her dizzy. His hands roamed over her skin, warm and firm, his touch both possessive and reverent. He wanted to remember every curve, every inch of her.  

His thumb skimmed the soft skin beneath her breast, and she shuddered. Boldly, he moved lower, his lips tracing along her collarbone, then lower still. He nipped at her neck just enough to make her gasp. The sound made his pulse spike, something primal snapping inside him.  

“Ansh,” she breathed, her fingers threading through his hair.  

He kissed the mark he’d just left on her skin, soothing it with his tongue before continuing lower—along her clavicle, the dip between her ribs, her stomach. Then, he paused.  

Just beneath her breast, a tattoo he’d never seen before was inked delicately against her skin. His fingers brushed over the words.  

Vincere aut mori.  

“Conquer or die,” he whispered.  

Something flickered in his eyes, something unspoken. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss over the ink. Maya’s breath hitched, her back arching slightly at the sensation. His lips stayed warm against her skin before he tilted his head up to meet her gaze.  

His voice was quiet but filled with meaning. “So gorgeous, Malyshka.”  

She pushed herself up, resting on her arms, her dark eyes locked onto his. A slow, knowing smile tugged at her lips.  

“Shh, baby,” she said, pressing a finger to his lips before gently pushing him back onto the bed. “Let me show you how it’s done.”  

He watched her, his amusement mixed with intrigue, his hands resting at his sides as if daring her to take control. She straddled him confidently, tilting his chin up as she leaned in. Her lips met his, soft at first and teasing, before deepening into something hungrier. Her fingers trailed down his jawline.  

He groaned when she kissed the sensitive spot just below his ear, a deep sound that made her shiver. She didn’t stop there; her lips moved lower, pressing heated kisses down his neck before her teeth sank in just enough to make him curse under his breath.  

“Maya,” he groaned, his voice darker now and filled with need. His grip tightened around her waist. “You’re making me lose control.” His breath was uneven, muscles coiled. “I won’t be gentle tonight.”  

A thrill rushed through her. She met his gaze, lips slightly parted, her own breathing just as ragged.  

“Then don’t,” she whispered.  

Her hands slid lower, exploring and teasing, her lips following the path of her fingertips. She barely began when his hands closed around her wrists, stopping her.  

“Not yet,” he murmured, his eyes shining with promise.  

  With deliberate slowness, he reached behind her, his fingers expertly unclasping her bra. The straps slipped from her shoulders, the fabric falling away and leaving her bare before him.  

His gaze darkened, admiration flickering in his eyes as he took in the sight. He exhaled, his voice rough with desire.  

“So perfect, Malyshka,” he murmured.  

Before she could respond, his lips were on her nipple, his mouth claiming her with urgency that sent a jolt of heat through her veins. A gasp escaped her, turning into a moan as pleasure rippled through her body, igniting every nerve.  

 Maya arches into his touch, her fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to draw a groan from deep in his chest. His lips move hungrily, teasing, tasting, claiming every inch of her skin as if he’s memorizing her.

He moves slowly, deliberately, savouring the way her body responds to him.

“You drive me crazy, malyshka,” he rasps against her skin, his voice thick with desire.

The heat between them growing unbearable. Her nails dig into his shoulders, her body pleading for more.

“Then do something about it,” she challenges, her voice breathless, teasing.

Something flickers in his eyes—something dark, primal. He grips her waist and flips them in one swift motion, pinning her beneath him. His weight, his heat, his intensity—it’s intoxicating.

His lips hover over hers, his breath fanning against her skin. “Careful what you ask for, krasotka,” he warns, his tone full of promise.

And then, he does.
He takes her breast into his mouth in one fluid motion, his hunger consuming him. She is perfect—every curve, every inch of her, as if she were made just for him. Maya gasps, her back arching instinctively, a moan slipping past her lips.

“Anshh…” she breathes, her fingers tangling in his hair.

At the sound of his name, something inside Adranksh snaps. Control is a distant memory. He sucks harder, his lips and tongue working in tandem, worshipping her, drinking in her pleasure like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. His breath is hot against her skin, his teeth scraping, biting—leaving behind red marks, his signature.

She is lost, a moaning mess beneath him, trembling under his touch. He pulls back for just a moment, his gaze trailing over her body, admiring the masterpiece he’s created. A slow, wicked smile tugs at his lips.

Maya glares at him, chest heaving. “I’ll take my revenge,” she warns, voice sultry yet challenging. “Your back will be my canvas tonight.”

His desire flares at her words. With a low growl, he pulls her closer, her legs effortlessly resting on his shoulders. His fingers hook into the waistband of her jeans and panties, dragging them down in one swift motion before tossing them aside, not caring where they land.

For a moment, he simply stands there, drinking her in. His eyes roam over her, as if trying to burn this image into his memory forever.

She smirks, mischief glinting in her gaze. “Like what you see, baby?” she teases.

His eyes lock onto hers, dark and full of heat. “Like?” He exhales, his voice husky. “I love it.”

He presses a lingering kiss to her ankle, then begins his slow ascent—his lips trailing up her leg, each kiss searing against her heated skin. Maya’s head falls back, her mouth parting as anticipation coils in her stomach.

When he reaches the soft skin of her inner thighs, he stops, his breath ghosting over her. His voice is low, full of promise. “Are you sure, malyshka? Because once I taste you… I won’t stop.”

Her gaze meets his, dark with unspoken need. “You know my answer.”

That’s all he needs. Without another second wasted, he buries himself between her thighs, tasting her, devouring her like a man starved.

Maya throws her head back as the wave crashes over her, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Adranksh doesn’t stop until he has drawn every last tremor from her, his tongue and lips working with devotion. He cleans her up, savouring every bit of her before trailing kisses up her body, finally capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

“Taste how delicious you are, Malyshka,” he whispers against her mouth, his voice thick with desire.

Still breathless, Maya’s fingers move to his belt, unbuckling it with ease. Her touch is slow, teasing, her nails grazing his skin as she slides his pants down. He breathes deeply when her fingers brush against him, his muscles tensing with restraint. She barely gets the chance to admire him before he swiftly removes his boxers and hovers over her, his body radiating heat against hers.

He smirks at the hunger in her eyes. “Impressed?” he teases, watching her reaction.

Maya raises an eyebrow, licking her lips. “Now that’s not disappointing.”

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Baby,” he leans in, his breath hot against her ear, “if I fuck you right now, you’ll feel me inside you for a week.”

Her cheeks flush at his words, and she scrunches her nose in an attempt to hide it. But he catches it. He always does. His lips crash against hers, swallowing her moan as he positions himself between her thighs.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice softer this time.

She nods, and with one smooth thrust, he enters her, filling her completely. A gasp leaves her lips as she adjusts to his size, her nails sinking into his back, marking him just as he had marked her. She bites down on his shoulder, making him groan deeply.

“You’re doing so well, Malyshka,” he rasps, his movements slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him.

Maya whimpers, trying to suppress her moans, but he isn’t having it.

“Let them out,” he commands, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance. “Praise me, krasotka.”

She finally gives in, moaning his name, her body melting beneath him.

“That’s it,” he growls. “It drives me crazy when you sound like that.”

As she relaxes, his grip tightens on her hips. A wicked glint flashes in her eyes before she breathes, “Time to burn some calories, baby.”

Adranksh lets out a low chuckle before shifting his position, his movements becoming faster, deeper. Her moans grow louder, filling the room as he loses himself in her.

“I—” thrust “love—” thrust “you—” thrust “Maya,” he groans, his pace relentless.

Her eyes well up with emotion, pleasure, and love blending into something overwhelming. “I love you too, Ansh,” she cries out, her body tensing as she reaches her peak.

With one final thrust, he follows, their bodies collapsing into each other, breathless as they both come. He doesn’t stop there. He wrecked her body until she couldn’t take it anymore.

After a few more rounds filled with her moans and his groans, their passionate night comes to an end.