New Asya SS: Girl you are my addiction #2: Part 14 updated *completed*

Hey everyone welcome to the 2nd thread of Girl you are my addiction

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CHAPTER 11

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Asad wasn't leaving without what he wanted. Today he was laying claim to Zoya. He didn't know how long for, but Ayaan was right. She was messing with his ability to do his job, which wasn't good for him. The only way to survive in his business was to be always on his guard. With Elijah last night, he'd not been anything but careless and stupid.

He was willing to risk everything just for a chance to call this woman his.

"You can't be serious. This is your argument? I may already be pregnant so what's the point in denying us now?"

"I want you, Zoya, and I bet that sweet, tight, p***y of yours, is dripping wet begging for me."

It was time to take matters into his own hands. Stepping closer, he grabbed her arms and walked her back until she was standing next to the wall. Running a hand down her body, he cupped her breast thumbing the hard nipple.

"Your tits want me. Your nipples are rock hard and aroused, Zoya. It's not cold, and there's no excuse for this response." He glided down to the bottom of her skirt that fell at her knee.

Going under the fabric, he moved up. She squirmed in his hold. He wouldn't release her. Sliding the edge of her panties aside, he ran the tip of two fingers through her creamy s**t. He was right. She was soaking wet to the touch.

Zoya cried out, collapsing against the wall. If he didn't have his arm wrapped around her waist, she would have fallen to the ground. He wasn't letting her go.

"You can be angry at me, baby. I'll take your anger, your punches, I'll even take your smart mouth, but I will not let you go."

"I don't want you."

Thrusting two fingers inside her c**t, he watched her eyes dilate.

"You're lying. You want me even though you don't want to want me. There's a difference." Pressing his thumb to her c**t, he rubbed from side to side. There was enough lubricant that it was easy for him to simply touch her. "Your mind may be telling you to push me away, Zoya. This c**t, she's telling me another story. Do you know what she's telling me?"

She shook her head but he wasn't going to stop now.

"Your c**t is telling me to strip us both naked and fu**k you right here, right now."

Releasing his hold on her, he tugged his shirt over his head. He stopped touching her, gripping the lapels of her shirt at the top and tearing open the offending item.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to do what I do best."

"What?" she asked. She tried to cover her body from his view. Asad wasn't having any of it. Her body was all his to touch and play with. Unbuckling his belt and the button of his jeans, he shoved them down to his knees. Hiking up her skirt, he pushed her panties aside, feeling her silky warmth.

With one move he had her up against the wall, with her legs wrapped around him. He pressed the tip of his c**k to her entrance and plunged inside.

Ecstasy. Being inside Zoya was like taking a drug and riding the joy to an unspeakable high. Her c**t clutched him tightly, and her cream soaked his shaft.

"You're not wearing a condom," she said.

Gritting his teeth, he rested his head against her shoulder and slammed inside her once again. He couldn't pull out to grab a condom as leaving her tightness was out of the question. He knew he was being a bas***d, but he couldn't stop.

"I'll wear one next time." He pressed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue inside. One hand was underneath her a** as the other went to her p***y. Asad touched her, watching her head fall against the wall. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened. "Come for me, Zoya."

She shook her head.

Ramming inside her, he went as deep as he could. Each plunge into her had her gripping him tighter than ever before.

"So f**king good."

Zoya screamed as he stroked her c**t. Her cum soaked his c**k making it easier for him to slide deep within her core.

He kissed her lips as he f**ked her hard against the wall. Asad didn't stop as he plundered inside her. His tongue and his d**k worked together to push her over the edge a second time.

When she screamed in orgasm, he groaned as his cum spurted inside her body. He rested his head against hers, not wanting to let her go.

"That was amazing," he said, groaning.

"Again, you didn't use a condom." She started to push him away.

He wasn't ready to be pushed away from her. Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them to either side of her head. His body and his c**k inside her kept her propped against the wall. Holding her in place, he stared into her eyes.

"Let me go," she said.

"No. I'm not letting you go. You're mine, Zoya." He was shaking. Something stirred in his gut, and all he wanted to do was carry her off to the bedroom.

"You're not being fair."

"I don't play fair. You wanted this, baby."

"I wanted you to wear a condom." She glared at him, tensing underneath him. When she tensed, amazing things happened to her.

Gritting his teeth, he thrust inside her. "You better stop as otherwise I'm going to f**k you once again and you're not going to have any say in what I do."

He swiveled his hips giving her an idea of what he was talking about.

The time passed. He didn't know how long he stayed like that in the same position to keep her there.

Slowly, she started to relax, and the anger left her gaze.

"You're not a very nice person."

"I never claimed to be a nice person. You don't need to like me to want to f**k me." He released her hands and pulled out of her warmth. The skirt she wore was still hiked up around her waist.

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He saw the white of his cum slid down her thigh. Did other men feel possessive when they saw that sight?

"You like that?"

"What?" he asked, thinking she meant the sight of his cum sliding down her thigh.

"The fact I don't love you or even like you."

Asad shrugged. "I'm sure in time you'll change your mind."

He took hold of her hand and started to walk through her apartment. Pearl caught his attention as the feline stared at him.

Shaking his head, he opened one door to find her bedroom, and at the next door he found her bathroom. The apartment was small.

"How much do you pay for this place?" he asked.

She told him a sum that pissed him off. His woman was being ripped off. Zoya was paying more money for a piece of shit apartment when she could be in a much better place.

He turned on the light and found the small shower room. Cursing, he turned on the shower to allow water to cascade into the stall. Turning back to her, he pushed the rest of her clothes off her body. Kicking off his jeans, he climbed into the stall, taking her with him.

"I can walk and do this myself."

"I'm not having you run from me or risk you calling the cops on my a**."

"I wouldn't do that." She stared him in the eye, and he knew she told him the truth.

"Then you're a fool."

She frowned. "Why am I a fool?"

"Most women to get rid of me would call the cops. They'd try to make my life as miserable as possible." He grabbed the soap from the shelf and started to wash her body. At first she started to fight him, shoving his arms away. Turing her against the wall of the stall, he trapped her in place. "Stop fighting me."

"No. You're a horrid person, and I don't want anything to do with you."

Keeping hold of her hands, he glared down at her. "I'm such a horrid person, yet I've done nothing to hurt you."

"You might have made me pregnant."

"But I've never hurt you. I could have hurt you that first night. I can take what I want. I've got you held against the wall with no way of you getting away." He pressed his point home by pushing his body against hers. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She stared into his eyes, and he hoped she saw the truth that he wouldn't harm her.

"Believe me."

"Why?"

"I need you to believe me." He trapped her hands against the wall, pressing his c**k next to her stomach.

She sighed and shuddered beneath his touch.

Asad tried to wait as long as he could.

"Fine, I believe you. What do you want?" she asked.

"Admit to me that you want me as much as I want you."

"I want you."

"Do you crave me?" he asked.

"Yes."

He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

"Then give us a chance, and I promise you, I'll wear a rubber, and if you're pregnant I'll do the right thing by you."

She let out a breath. He refused to look away from her and wouldn't back away.

"Tell me your answer," he said.

"Okay, I'll give us a chance, whatever this is."

Releasing her hands, he picked up the soap and started to wash her body. He'd won the battle, but he had yet to win the war.

****

Three weeks later

Lydia still hadn't quit her job in the three weeks Zoya had been dating Asad. Zoya finished serving the latest customer, who'd bought an engagement ring. Glancing at the clock she saw it was a little after three. In an hour Asad would be by to pick her up. For three weeks he'd been attentive and giving. There were times she forgot about the way they'd met or how he'd behaved. The fear of pregnancy was still there. It had been four weeks and she still hadn't gotten her period, but she'd never been regular.

After work she intended to go to the pharmacy to get a test. She hated not knowing, but, however, she didn't want Asad to be there when she told him.

Their time together had been spent doing pretty mundane things. He took her to the pictures to watch the latest movies, and she spent a great deal of time at the club in the VIP section while he worked. Ayaan kept his distance from her. She didn't believe he approved of her involvement with Asad. Zoya did her best to stay out of his way. When she was at the club, Lydia and Darren joined them. She still didn't know the full extent of Asad business, but she'd seen the scars on his body.

Many of his scars were faded though some were still visible.

At night Asad took his time bringing her alive. She had come to crave the nights when they were alone. He'd start by stripping her naked and kissing every inch of her body. Her cheeks heated as she remembered the way he opened her thighs and forced her to watch him lick her out. Asad had taken a mirror and made her watch every moment of him devouring her.

Biting her lip she turned away from the window to glance at her friend. In the last three weeks all Lydia did was worry about her.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she'd often asked.

The true answer was no, Zoya didn't have a clue what she was doing? When she was with Asad the whole world faded into the background until they were the only two people in the world. Even Pearl, her cat, adored him. Many nights they were curled up on the sofa with her cat on his lap, demanding he stroke her.

Gone was the vulgar man he once had been. She noticed he tried to keep himself in check around her. He didn't talk about his previous lovers or the women in his life. Zoya learned not to ask, as he only ever evaded the question.

"Zoya, I need to talk to you," Lydia said, putting her phone back into her pocket. The shop was vacant of any customers.

"Sure, what did you want to talk about?" Zoya stood up and stretched out her muscles.

"Asad, he's not all he seems."

"Lydia, don't. We've talked about this, and I know you're not one of his fans. I like him." She put her feet back into the pumps and wriggled her toes.

"He's dangerous, Zoya. I wouldn't tell you about this if I wasn't worried."

She stared at her friend and saw the fear in her face

"What are you talking about?" Zoya asked.

"I've been talking to Darren. I asked him to talk around. Asad is not all he seems."

Zoya stood and listened to what her friend had to say even though it was killing her to know more.

"He's a pimp, a drug dealing criminal." Lydia looked around the store. "He owns half of the city. He's the kind of man you don't want to f**k with."

"You're wrong."

Asad couldn't be a pimp or drug dealer, could he? The bruises on his knuckles and the respect he gained wherever they were suddenly made some form of sense.

"No, he can't be. You're wrong." Zoya shook her head even as she started to see things she wasn't sure were possible.

One of the nights she'd been sitting at the bar, she'd watched the barman hand a little white bag of powder to a woman who handed him a wad of cash. She had been going to ask Asad about it when he'd appeared as if from nowhere taking her onto the dance floor.

"He used to be a fighter back in the day, Zoya, and when he got older, he and his friend Ayaan started their own business."

"This can't be true," Zoya said.

"Why can't it be true? What do you actually know about him other than the fact he owns a club? Nothing, you can't tell me anything. Darren found out more about him. He's bad news, Zoya, and I think he's using you."

She shook her head. No, it couldn't be possible, could it?

"You're wrong."

Her cell phone started to ring, and she looked at the screen to see Asad name. He'd bought her a cell phone when he discovered she didn't have one. She'd never had a cell phone as she'd never needed one. Why buy something she didn't need?

"Is that him?"

Answering the call she put the phone to her ear. "Hello," she said.

In the background she heard a lot of men grunting. Frowning, she turned away from Lydia so her friend didn't see her expression.

"Hey, baby. I'm not going to be able to pick you up. I'll pick Chinese up and stop by your place tonight."

"What's the matter? How come I can't come to you?" she asked.

"I've got work, babe. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to go." He hung up before she could say anything else.

"How are you so sure?" Zoya turned back to Lydia.

"Darren is never wrong. He's been to a couple of the illegal fights. Don't tell him I told you that. It's not hard to start hearing gossip."

Changeover was in less than ten minutes. Zoya grabbed her bag and looked at her friend. "I've got stuff to do. Is it okay if I leave you to finish up here?" she asked.

"Zoya, I don't think you should go looking for him. He's bad news."

"He's my bad news. I need to know what's going on." She quickly put her jacket on and hitched her bag on her shoulder. "Are you good here or not?"

"I'm fine. Go."

Turning her back on Lydia she walked toward the door. She didn't give herself a chance to think. Hailing a cab outside, she gave directions to Asad club then sat back to think about everything Lydia had said.

Pimp.

Drug dealer.

Fighter.

None of them made sense, and yet they did. What was going on with him?

He sported bruised knuckles, and he'd yelled a lot down the phone. Ayaan always kept his guard up around her.

It had to be true. There was no other explanation.

"Here you are, love."

Glancing out of the window she saw Ecstasy's sign on the doors. The club was closed, but she saw some of the staff cleaning up the crap outside.

"Could you stay here? I don't know how long I'm going to be."

"Sure, doll. It'll add to the price."

"No problem." Climbing out of the car, she walked up to the door. For several seconds she stared wondering what the hell to do. When she couldn't handle the curiosity anymore, she opened the door and walked inside. She saw the bartender cleaning glasses and chuckling with a brunette dressed in a skirt that didn't even cover her ass.

"Zoya, can I help you?" he asked.

She couldn't remember his name even though Asad had told her.

"I want to see Asad Where is he?" She tucked her hands in her skirt pockets and blanked everyone else out.

The bartender visibly tensed. Did they know who he was?

"He's out at the moment, busy. Can I take a message?"

Glancing at the brunette, she saw how the other woman looked at the counter. Did everyone know who he was but her?

"Yeah, tell him not to bother coming around tonight unless he's prepared to tell me the truth." She turned on her heel and made her way out of the club.

The bartender called her name, but she ignored him. As she climbed back into the cab, her whole world felt tilted on its axis. Her gut had told her to stay away from him.

She'd ignored her gut, and now she was panicking.

Paying the cab driver, she climbed out and walked toward her door. She was inside her apartment and closing the door when her cell phone went off.

Rejecting the call, she placed her keys on the hook and tugged her jacket off. After a quick shower, she changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. When she looked at her cell phone she saw over ten missed calls along with a dozen messages from him. Deleting them all, she tried to ignore the phone.

Asad was not the kind of man to be ignored.

When her phone rang for the twentieth time, she answered, ready for him.

"Zoya, what the hell is going on? I said I was bringing Chinese home and yet you're going to the club. What's going on?"

"Who are you?" Zoya asked.

"I haven't got time for this shit. What the hell is going on?"

His anger wasn't hard to miss. She chuckled. "Are you a pimp? Do you deal drugs? Are you a criminal? These are the kind of questions I've got for you."

Silence met her questions, and her gut twisted.

"Who told you?" Asad asked.

"So it's true? All of it?"

"I'm not discussing this shit with you over the phone. I'll be there tonight," he said.

"Don't bother. I don't want anything to do with you." She hung up, and when the phone rang again seconds later, she launched it against her wall. Zoya watched the device shatter on the floor.

The silence was a blessing and a curse. She didn't want to be hearing anything yet knowing her life was never going to be the same again.

Asad had invaded her life, and he'd destroyed it at the same time.

She'd given her virginity to a pimp.

Closing her eyes, she fisted her hands and tried to ignore the pain of what had just happened. What had just happened?

Had she fallen for a criminal?

Asad didn't do love, but that didn't stop her from falling in love with him.

Pressing her face against her hands, Zoya started to sob. She'd fallen for a man who'd kept his true identity from her. What was she going to do?

Not proof reading ignore any mistakes 😳

Res for Niyu, Sum di, shamu, sue, nona, Anopama, Aju, Jas, jillu, geetu, Mini, Teh apa, neha di, ash, Sana, Deepti, kabhirabab (don't know her name😳) sans, Binnu, Pai, Kadia, Abi, Asif bhai and for all who are fowling this story🤗 ❤️

Amazing part shail..
story is progressing fast but m loving this..
Asya started dating...but zoya found about True identity of Asad..
m feeling bad for her because its betrayel..
what if she got pregnant?? thats also a qustion but she is i think..
lets see how asad will explain all this...
continue soon my jaan...
love ya...

new thread for story na shail???

Originally posted by: Kanwal4salman

new thread for story na shail???

haan😆

Originally posted by: shailu123

niyu?

bol meri jaan 🤗

Originally posted by: Kanwal4salman

bol meri jaan 🤗

mughe thank u speech likhna hoga😆

for another story I hope