Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

Yuvraaj released her bosom and brought his glossy fingers to his lips, keeping his eyes locked with hers before sucking on his fingers. Anahita reddened, warming up and covered her eyes.

“You don’t have to be shy,” Yuvraaj removed her hands and kissed her eyes, “Open them and see that what I am going to do to you is barely gentleman-ish. I am going to make some dirty love to you, pouring all of my anger that I have on you…”

“But you said you aren’t angry anymore.” She asked in a babyish voice and he cinched his grip on her wrists, bringing them overhead. “I’m not talking about tonight. The anger I have on you since our wedding, the anger of seeing you talking to Mukund, the anger of having you reject me every day, the anger…”

She shushed him with a finger on his lips, “I’ll consume every bit of your anger.” She reached a hand down between them and squeezed his shaft lightly, making him tremble. “I am a woman, not a baby. I won’t even question if you tie me up, pin me down, spank me or,” she leaned into his ear, whispering. “And fuck me hard. I have very dark thoughts when it comes to sex.”

“Me too. And, they are not pure either,” he certified, snickering and discarded the last piece of garment off her body, marking her with his kisses. Just then, the intercom disturbed them and Yuvraaj groan in her stomach, “what the fuck they need now?”

He blindly stretched his hand to grope for the receiver and she blocked him, “Let it be. They’d call again if it’s important.”

He was about to move down her navel and the intercom buzzed again, making both of them swear colorfully.