My gaze slowly went to his lips. They were a mixture of brown and pink because of the smoking habit he had in his earlier life. I wonder how many packets of cigarettes he would have emptied ruining his health. The shadowing thought brought a lump in my heart. I close my eyes in a dole beholding his touch on me and then slowly my lips meet his.

Initially they stay still glowing in the moment of his touch. His arms tighten around my waist protectively with his eyes sealed. My hands move around his shoulders steadily and pull him closer. My lips start tracing gentle movements on his brink. I expected him to resist preparing myself once again for his rejection but that never happened. Instead he brought me closer to him possessively. His one hand was on my cheek holding my head firm in his strong hands. Another one was on my hips securing me there.

His lips slowly start moving over mine. My eyes automatically close savoring our special moment. My feet rise to their toes. I sensually bring my hands around his neck and lean to him completely. His grip on my hip tightens holding me firmer not to fall and his tongue moves on my lips. I slightly part my brims and his tongue dives in ultimately taking control. An unknowing moan drops my throat at his proximity and his grip tightens on me further. His hands slowly move upwards under my shirt from my hips radiating licentious delectation.

His big warm hands were now on my waist drawing circles underneath and exposing me to unknown carnal pleasures. "Fuck! You are so soft little girl." He murmurs. And then within seconds I felt the life in his eyes was gone. He pulls away from me and a dreadful emotion unfurled in his brown orbs. He holds my face in his hands and then speaks to me with guilt. "I am sorry baby girl. This will never happen again." He insinuates and then turns away. I felt ashamed of being rejected again and again but coming out of the dreadful feeling I make a determination.

I am going to make him mine by any means.

Chapter 19

Ajit

My legs become wobbly. My mind and body were not in my control. I feel as though I am drunk for weeks. Kissing her is an irreversible mistake for which I can never forgive myself. I am still not able to makeover why I couldn't resist her from the kiss. That kiss.... was like an intoxication attracting me in a gravitational pull. It was like a spirited agent activating the sleeping salacious sensations in me.

Dropping myself on the bed in my room I dipped my head in my hands gripping the hair. How can I rectify this situation? I pondered. She is an immature hormonal teenager who doesn't understand the pros and cons of this meaningless relationship. But I am a matured man of twenty six years. How could I commit myself into such a foolish deed? I can never excuse myself for what just happened.

Getting dressed in my sleek black VanHeusen suit I put the engine on life of my Rolls Royce Wraith and drove speedily to my office. I told my secretary not to disturb me for another two hours. Filling a glass of scotch I rested my head on the pillow of the reposing room adjacent to my office.

After relaxing for a while, I had a collection of files and a series of meetings lined up waiting for my perusal. I completed my works almost at mid-night. Making a mental note before going home I brushed my teeth in the bathroom attached not to raise any doubts in my little girl's mind of my alcohol consumption. I went home reaching my bedroom to take a warm shower relaxing my pensive nerves.

I came out of the steaming washroom drying my wet hair and stilled on what I saw. My little girl was resting on my bed with her long black hair sprawled across the bed. She was wearing her sleepwear, polka dots blue shorts with a matching pink top exposing her creamy long legs under the gentle serenity of the moonlight. I covered her with blanket slipping myself under it and snuggled her to my chest.

She slowly opened her eyes gazing into mine. "Little girl", I ask her with care. "Didn't you go to sleep?" She looks down shaking her head as her hand steadily rested on my bare chest and moved leisurely over there revoking the lascivious pleasures in me. I look into her deep grey eyes filled in a haze. "What are you doing?" My voice was barely audible but I knew she heard it. "Making you mine." She spoke in a hushed tone with a subtle fire in her voice.

I held myself up in a jolt and squat on the bed looking lost in her deep grey eyes. She got up from the laying down position and sat on my lap. Resting her head on my shoulder she sat sideways running a hand on my hairy chest and mumbles "so masculine". I stop her moving hand holding it in mine and bridle her with firmness arresting all the prurient thoughts "Stop speaking the non sense. What do you know about me that justifies your attraction?" She looks at me so vulnerable exposing all her innocence like I am the last hope in her life which holds me back to a contrite.

"Everything" she mumbles looking at me and rests her head back on my shoulder. Her little fragile hands wrap around my neck as she leans over me closing her orbs. I run a hand on my black hair and look down at her holding her firm on her waist. "You know nothing. Everything you know about me is just a charade I put forth in front of the public. I have a shadowed past which you would hate to know once you face the truth."