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DANIEL

Arnav has been staring at me since the moment I walked in. I can tell by the way his eyes are volleying between me and Anya that he isn’t happy about us sitting so close. I have no clue what Siya and Sophia are talking about, but Anya laughs, so I give a polite smile so as not to come off as rude. I can’t shake off his gaze.

Zeke comes and sits next to me. I turn to face him and find him smiling softly at Siya. I raise an eyebrow. So, Anya is right: there’s something going on here. Anya told me she suspects Siya likes him, and the way she was talking about him, I got the feeling that Anya isn’t a big fan of his. She is very protective of Siya. I do not know anything in detail, but I do know Siya has had a tough time, and it’s visible in the way she behaves around strangers, so I get why Anya has this big sister instinct going on with her. They grew up together after all.

My eyes meet Zeke’s. “Hey there.” He smiles.

A soft smirk forms on my lips. “Hey,” I reply casually.

“I have a question,” I whisper to him. “ Your friend over there.” I cock an eyebrow towards Arnav. “He doesn’t like me, right?”

“Oh, like isn’t the right word.” He smirks. “He wants to punch you, throw you at the wall, yes.” He chuckles as my eyes widen. What the fuck have I done? “But you make Anya smile, so he won’t do any of that.” He leans in slightly. “Don’t tell him I told you this, but he’s scared of her. Your girlfriend is quite scary.” I smile. That is partly true. It’s better to remain on her good side.

I chuckle at Zeke’s words, my eyes flickering back to Arnav. “I know that,” I remark, taking in the intense stare he’s still giving me while he mixes the lemonade noisily. “I’ll be back,” I whisper in Anya’s ear. She nods and gives me a small smile.

I push myself from the table and walk towards the kitchenette, away from the group. Arnav eyes me up and down as I stop in front of him. “Hi.” I greet him. He doesn’t say anything in return, just nods firmly. Arnav’s gaze is intense, and I can’t help but feel a bit uneasy. “So, I guess we need to talk,” I say, keeping my tone casual.

“About what?” he asks, his voice low and guarded. I sigh, cross my arms over my chest, and lean against the counter, studying him as he continues to mix the lemonade.

“Anya means the world to me,” I say. I am not sure what I am trying to do here.

Arnav’s jaw tightens, a flicker of emotion crossing his face at my words. He stops stirring the lemonade and sets the spoon aside. He crosses his arms over his chest. “What’s your point?” he replies, his voice cold.

“My point is…” I straighten up. “I will always cherish her and take care of her.” I smile softly. “You don’t have to worry about her.”

Arnav narrows his eyes, scrutinizing me, as if weighing my words. He takes a step closer, eliminating the distance between us, his gaze unwavering. “I will take your word for now, but remember,” he says, his tone chilly. “---if she sheds one tear because of you—” He glares at me.“---I will give you multiple reasons to worry about yourself.”

I smile. “Yes, sir.” He loves her. I can see that. He pours the lemonade into a jar.

He picks it up and walks toward the living room where everyone is seated. “Remember, this stays between us.” I nod curtly. As Arnav walks away, I take a moment to collect myself. He was more intense than I had anticipated.

I return to the living room. Anya spots me and pats the seat next to her. She wanted to have a movie night. I was so excited and then I found out she deliberately left the ‘ with everyone’ part out; not that I am complaining, but it would have been so much better with only the two of us and a lot less clothing involved.

“We are watching Jurassic Park . Sophia’s pick. She loves dinosaurs,” Anya exclaims.

I settle down next to her, wrapping my arms around her. “Did you know this is my third time watching it?” She looks up at me.

“I have watched it once, but I don’t remember it now. It was way back. I watched it with my mom.” She nods in understanding.

“You know, if we were in Jurassic Park, I’d be the one protecting you from all the dangers because you’re worth the risk.” She smiles smugly.

“I see my bug has bitten you.” I chuckle. “You’ve become cheesy, too, but thanks a lot, baby.” I kiss her forehead. She giggles.

She picks up the bowl of popcorn. I take it from her and keep it on my lap. She picks up a handful, offering me some. I feel Anya relax in my arms, her body warm against mine. She leans her head on my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck.

“Let’s watch the movie,” she mutters. “If I sleep halfway, don’t tell anyone.” She glares at me playfully. “And wake me up when the movie’s over. This sexy dinosaur wants to ride you.” She winks.

I groan. “You love torturing me, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. It’s my favorite thing to do.” She puts her hand near my crotch. “The way your neck flushes and you breathe deeply, trying to control your desire, the way your eyes turn dark green. I love it.” She grins devilishly, knowing exactly what she’s doing. Her hand is still dangerously close to my crotch, a subtle tease that has me shifting in my seat, desperately trying to maintain my composure.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” I growl under my breath, my grip around her tightening possessively. “You can’t just drop a comment like that and then expect me to remain calm.” I lean my head against hers, my breath warm against her ear. “Keep this up and I’ll carry you to the room in front of everyone, you little tease.”

“You won’t be able to,” she says confidently.

“Are you challenging me, baby?” I cock an eyebrow. She hums and laughs evilly. The movie begins and I can hardly pay attention to it. My eyes shift from the screen to Anya. The proximity of her hand to my aching cock is almost maddening. I need to get out of here, and I need her urgently. I get up abruptly. She eyes me up and down, smirking. There has to be a way to get her into her bedroom.

“Baby, can you help me find a pain killer,” I say, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Siya turns towards me. “Are you okay?”

I laugh weakly. “Yeah, just body ache. No worries.” I scratch my head. Anya smirks.

“You should go rest then,” Siya suggests. I nod, walking toward Anya’s bedroom .

“You should go check on him,” I hear Sophia say. These girls are lifesavers. I don’t know how I will ever be able to pay them back for this favor that they don’t even know I owe to them.

I stand by her study table on the left side of the door, and as soon as she enters the room, I close the door, hugging her from behind, making sure my dick rubs her ass so that she knows what she has done to me. “I told you; I win, firecracker.”

She sniggers and turns back, grazing my dick with her ass. I grunt silently. “You need a painkiller, huh?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah. And that painkiller is you,” I say, slamming my lips on hers. She lets out a soft gasp, melting into my arms, her body pressing against mine. “You are the one who put me in pain. You are the one who will cure it.” I growl.

“Gladly, sir,” she says, taking off her t-shirt immediately and unhooks her bra. My breath hitches at the sight her breasts. I waste no time, pressing her back gently but firmly against the wall, trapping her between my body and the cool surface, nibbling on her nipples. A pleased hum escapes her mouth as she arches her back.

I run my hands down her sides, savoring the soft feel of her skin. “You consume every bit of me, baby,” I murmur between kisses, my voice heavy with need. She fumbles with my jeans. I help her unbutton them, and I drop my boxers and pull her shorts down. I grab her hips and lift her slightly, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. Her breath quickens as I press her firmly against the wall, the weight of her body molding perfectly against mine.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I lower my mouth to her collarbone, kissing and nibbling my way down. “Daniel…” She breathes, her voice a mix of desperation and desire. I can’t resist the way her body responds to my touch, ho w her hips grind against me in need.

I guide her down onto me, groaning at the sheer intensity of the moment. She gasps, her eyes rolling back as I thrust into her, a low, guttural sound escaping my lips. The pleasure is intense, almost overwhelming. “That’s right, baby. Take me all in.” I pant between clenched teeth. I look at her. She’s lost in ecstasy. “I need to feel all of you,” I mutter, my voice hoarse.

“Fuck yes, Daniel.” She moans needily. I press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling, heavy and ragged. The room fills with the soft sounds of our bodies colliding. Anya’s quiet moans fuel the fire burning inside me, her nails scraping down my back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Harder,” she whispers breathlessly, her voice laced with both need and desperation. I don’t hesitate. I tighten my grip on her hips and thrust deeper, harder, making her cry out in pleasure. The way her body responds, clenching around me, drives me wild.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growl into her ear, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. She nods frantically, biting her lip as she tries to stifle her moans, but I don’t want her to hold back.

“Let me hear you, baby,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire. “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

Anya’s grip tightens on my shoulders as her body trembles, teetering on the edge of release. Her breath hitches and I know she’s close. My pace quickens, my hips slapping against hers with a relentless rhythm. The sound of her pleasure fills the room and it’s all I need to push me over the edge.

With one last deep thrust, I feel her body tense, her back arching as she screams my name. The sight of her lost in pleasure, completely undone beneath me, makes me bury my face in her neck, groaning as I pull out immediately. I wrap her hand around my pulsating cock. She strokes my dick and squeezes it gently.

“Anya, I am so close.” She keeps stroking my cock as I kiss her intensely. I moan in her mouth as I find my climax. I pant, resting my forehead against hers. She pecks my nose. “You never fail to blow my mind.” She chuckles.

I smile against her lips. “And you never fail to drive me crazy, Firecracker,” I mutter, my hands still holding her hips as I catch my breath. “Every single time.” I lean in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Let’s get dressed and go out,” I suggest.

She clings to me. “I don’t think there’s a need for that. We have already missed a lot of the movie,” she says, “Take me to bed, captain.” She smiles smugly.

“Gladly, baby.” I chuckle.

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