Sayantika’s POV.

No, I don’t want him to see my tattoo, not when I’m fucking angry at him. The devil before me smirked; his eyes stayed stuck on the skin of my right underboob.

I wriggled and tried to release my hands, which were still tied behind my back. “Fucking love that.” He pounced on me, leaving open-mouth kisses on the tattoo before sucking the skin there.

“Indeed you are Maan’s slut, mine slut.” And then he pinched on my nipples, sending a zap to my already aching pussy; I need to cum so bad.

“Release my hands.” Abhimaan chuckled and then slapped me. “Do you think you are in...