Tara lay curled on her side, her naked body pressed against the cool silk sheets, her breathing deep and even in exhausted sleep.
Her messy hair fanned out like a dark halo, her full lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling with each soft breath.
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Sexual fantasies' of married couple.
ย "Sir... it hurts... please, slower," she begged, her voice muffled against the floor, yet she didn't fight harder. Ambition warred with sensation; becoming Mrs. Thakur meant enduring this, turning his lust into her leverage. "Haaahhhhh...."He laughed cruelly, leaning down to bite her shoulder, marking her skin with his teeth. "Hurts? Good. That's what sluts like you deserve. Cry for me, beg me to stop while your body betrays you." His thrusts grew rhythmic, each one burying him to the hilt, his balls slapping against her. "Ahhhh....." Abhimaan's body was a machine of desireโmuscles corded and taut, cock iron-hard and unrelenting, every nerve alight with the thrill of dominance. The tightness squeezed him mercilessly, building pressure in his core that threatened to erupt. "More... degrade me more, sir," Aayat whimpered, surprising even herself as her hips began to rock back tentatively. The pain ebbed into a deep, throbbing fullness, her ass adjusting, sending sparks of forbidden bliss through her veins.ย
"I love you." He confessed. Finally. After years of marriage he confessed now. But what's the point of being the recipient end of the this confession. So the only thing Purnima knew to protect her heart. Rejected him. "I don't." After baring her of any right to love. He has no right to confess because he finally realised they were married. Virendra Ahlawat Rana - the ruthless billionaire who rules both his empire and his family with an iron fist. Cold. Unfeeling. Untouchable. Though he once claimed to love another. Betrothed since childhood to Purnima Sherawat, he married her, never once glancing at the woman. He never looked back. They say Virendra Rana was born with ice in his veins - a merciless business tycoon who bowed to no one, not even his own wife. And it fitted perfectly when it came to her. She had his name. His status. His ring. Everything... except him. For eight years, Purnima Sherawat Rana wore the title of Mrs. Rana like a gilded cage-beautiful to the world, empty inside. She had the wealth, the prestige, the power of his name... but not a single glance from the man who gave it to her. Typical right. But it's not typical as it's look. Until one day he truly saw her. But the question is. Will Purnima give him another chance or there's more to story. Because the CEO in question will stop at nothing to win his wife. To claim her. "Some truths are buried for a reason." The real reason behind their arranged marriage is exposed? Purnima's family's hidden agenda finally comes to light? With enemies closing in and old wounds ripped open, Virendra must choose: Protect his empire like the ruthless king he is? Save his marriage by revealing truths that could ruin them both? Because when truth comes to light there's two option either walking away or handle it together.
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