Goosebumps erupt all over my skin due to the cold temperature of the bedroom; can he just switch the air conditioner off already?

"I see someone's already wet." I would have snapped him back, but the bastard had the restraints on my mouth.

"But my dear little wife, I don't believe in foreplay; you are here to get bred by me, so let's just do it." What the fuck, no, he can't be this cruel.

I looked at him wide-eyed as he stripped out of his pants and boxers. Fuck, he is so huge and so, ugh, beautiful. Ugh, what the fuck is wrong with me? How can it be beautiful? But it actually is, and the scary thing is, how would it fit inside me? It will surely split me in two.

His fingers came down to caress my wet folds, my back arched, "You are too tight to be a non-virgin," because I am a virgin, but I won't be going to give him the satisfaction, and I surely won't bleed because of all the physical activity I have done.

Jaiveer is not my first; I have dated, kissed, and done shit except hitting the base because none of them turned me on enough, and this man right here hasn't touched me that sexually yet, and I am already creaming.

Let him think I am a non-virgin.

He hovered above me, not putting his weight; he carefully settled between my legs, and I squirmed when his erection nudged against my lips down there. I am so gone.

"I will be going to enter." That's so generous of him to untie the ribbon. I breathed a sigh of relief and requested, "Untie my wrist as well."

"I will not." I did not even form any sassy reply when, with a sudden jerk and upward thrust, he entered inside me, and I screamed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jaiveer grunted, holding on to the headboard tight and breathing, his eyes closed. The tears streamed down my cheeks like a fucking waterfall. I need to hold him; otherwise, I will have a breakdown in the middle of having sex with the love of my life.

Jaiveer did not move inside me, as if silently giving me time to adjust, but this won't work at all. "I want to hold you, Jaiveer, please." I might sound pathetic, but fuck it.

Something flashed in his eyes, and he proceeded to untie my wrist. After wiping the tears, I wrapped my arms around his back and shoulder, pulling him closer to me. "You can move now." The burning sensation inside me intensified when he started to move; his pace was not rough or slow.

I let myself feel him inside me, above me, caressing his body. Jaiveer was shocked when I peppered kisses on his neck and shoulder. "This is us, Veer. Lose yourself," I whispered, kissing his slightly bearded jaw. I am in desperate need of getting a reaction out of him.

"Don't lie to yourself; you want me as much as I want you." I stated, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, his eyes meeting mine, and damn, I am a goner now.

Flying fuck.

His lips came down on mine; it was too harsh, too rough, not the soft kisses I've had when I was dating my classmate or shit. It never felt like this; it's different, consuming. Jaiveer is such a good kisser.

I tried to match his pace, kissing him back as much as I could, but winning from him is not possible, and not that I want to this time. I let him dominate me, his hips thrusting inside me. I broke the kiss, arching my back and scratching on his shoulder.

"Yes... Yes..." I couldn't form any words, his pace getting maddening as he bites down onto my already hard nipple.

Jaiveer has gone ravenous, his lips everywhere, my neck, collarbone, and my chest; he is ravishing me, leaving his artwork and my moans, adding fuel to his desire.

"I can..…" I cried out when his thumb pressed against my clit; the tears blurred my vision. "You can take it," he hissed, grunting and groaning, his fingers wrapping around my neck.

I am going to cum so fucking soon.

"Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, maintaining eye contact with me, his breaths mingled with mine, our noses touched with his every move.

The pleasure in every thrust, I could feel the pain being overpowered; he was so deep inside me, hitting the spot, which is sending me on the edge. I've never had a thought that it's possible.

My throat went dry due to all the screaming and him going on and on, the pit of my stomach tightened, and I knew what was going to happen. Jaiveer grazed the skin of my neck, and my eyes shot up to the ceiling, noticing the mirror above. Our bodies mingled, joined, starved, and wild; I could spot the scratch marks of my nails on his shoulder and back. The look on my face was too erotic, sensual, with the hue of red; my vermilion was smudged, ruined, and resting on my forehead, and it was enough for me to break and shatter.

"I am going to ahh---" My sentence died down with a scream; the whole-body tremor shot through me as I came down from the high, the feeling of euphoria washing over me. I didn't stop shaking for a minute.

Jaiveer had stopped but didn't pull out; he hadn't come yet, his cock still hard inside me. I was breathless and lightheaded; the dots formed in front of my eyes, and I knew it's not an end. "We are not done yet." His throaty voice was enough to build the need inside me again, even though my body was giving up. I wanted to go through the pain, the pleasure, and the thrill all over again.

My husband waited for a minute or two before he flipped me, ramming me from the back; my back touched his chest with each of his animalistic thrusts. "This is what you wanted, right?" I could only moan at his words. "You wanted to get fucked like a dirty little slut, huh?" Why does his voice have to be so seductive, so husky?

"Yes, don't stop..." His thumb started to rub on my clit as he grew harder inside me, if it was even possible. "I am going to...cum again, Veer."

"Hold yourself." He tugged on my bruised nipple while clasping my jaw with the other hand tightly.

He was close as well; I could feel it with the way his breaths had gotten so harsh. "Are you close as well?" I tilted my head, asking, his lips came down on mine, harsh and passionate as I felt the warm liquid filling my insides, which made me come as well, harder than the last time, our gasps and moans mixing as I collapsed, followed by him after he pulled out of me.

I hissed, feeling the pain start to return down there. I was too tired to move my body when I heard him say, "Get up and leave my room." My eyes shot open, and I immediately turned towards him. Jaiveer was already on his feet, wearing his boxers, and I was here not even able to cover my nakedness due to the exhaustion.

"What did you say?" I sat up and huffed out a breath.

"I mentioned earlier, we aren't sharing the room; grab your stuff and leave. The bedroom in the east wing is yours; also, your luggage and other essentials are already arranged there." His reply was curt, closed off.

"Jaiveer, we just---"

"We just what? Had sex? That's what we were here for, right? You wanted to fulfill your fantasy of having sex with me, and I had to breed you; we did, right? So now leave and let me get some sleep in peace." He is so mean, and as much as I tried to pretend that I am sassy and unfazed, I do feel bad; I am not stonehearted like him.

We just had sex, and my husband is kicking me out of the bedroom. Where the fuck is aftercare? The cuddles? The soft forehead kisses?

I am so fucking delusional.

"And what if I don't want to leave this bedroom?"

"No problem, wife, you can stay if you like my room this much. I will shift into any other room of mine because sleeping with you is not on the list, and not that I want."

"Veer, can we just stop fighting now?" I am frustrated; I don't want to have an argument with him now.

"We aren't fighting, wife," he said, and he walked inside the washroom, slamming the door shut.

I looked at my condition—naked, wasted, red bruises, and biting marks on my body. It actually looked like I was assaulted, but it's not even close to it; I enjoyed it as much as he did. I enjoyed the pain that comes with it.

Grabbing the duvet, I covered myself with it, pulling my legs closer to my chest; my body is throbbing with pain now. I flinched when the door slammed open. My husband came out of the washroom, freshly showered, the towel wrapped around his waist.

"You still here? I guess you love my room a little more. Well, you can stay here; I'll leave." My fingers under the duvet started shaking, and I looked around.

"I'll leave," I announced, glad my voice didn't stutter.

"Great then."

Jaiveer walked to his closet to get dressed for sleep, and I got off the bed, wincing with the pain that shot between my legs.

The shirt was resting on the bed, which I didn't notice before; maybe I was too busy in my thoughts to spot any other things.

His shirt.

So fucking generous of you, Asshole Husband.

I quickly slipped it on, my eyes going to the way of his walk-in closet. Sighing, I left his room.

By the time I reached the room of the east wing, I was already shaking, my heart palpitating, and I was breathless.

No, no, no, I can't break down now. The black interior of the room has started to give me anxiety.

Breathe, Shravani, breathe.

Why am I getting panic attacks now? I was fine, right? I was doing well? Why is it coming back to me again? The doctor told me I am fine, and I won't have symptoms now. I was healthy. Then what could go wrong?

Was it meant to happen? I did not expect Jaiveer to accept me this soon.

He didn't even use any bad words on me, so what's wrong with me?

I couldn't even go to his room and dashed inside.

No, no, no, he shouldn't see my pathetic self; I don't need his pity.

But how will I live here alone? When I am too scared to stay in a room all by myself. Savannah is not here to hug me to sleep; Mom is not here to spend time with me.

Pills.

I need pills!

Where are my pills?

I looked around the room, my head spinning as I ran to my shaky legs and opened my luggage; where did I put my pills?

I searched; I searched everything, crying and wiping my tears again and again, but I didn't find the thing I was looking for.

Clutch?

I guess it was in the clutch.

I left it in the living room.

Breathing out, I walked to open the door, gulping as my throat ached; I needed water as well.

I ran down the stairs only to bump into someone or a certain someone whom I don't want to see right now. "Easy there,"

Why is he not in his room?

"What's wrong?" Jaiveer grips my arm with his left hand while speaking to someone on the call.

"Vik, I'll give you a call later; do let me know about your conversation with Abhimaan and Ryan later." He hung up the call with Vikram.

I am fucked up; I need my fucking pills.

"Leave me," I tried to remove his hand from my arm. Hold yourself, Shravani.

"You don't look fine." My vision blurred when I looked up at his face; the world around me started to spin...

"I need---," I couldn't even complete my sentence as I slipped into the dark oblivion, and my body erupted with goosebumps.

Not fucking again.