Indian Chronicles Book II
My Husband, My Monster.
Mistakes?
I've done enough in my life.
But the biggest mistake was to fall for The Monster.
Jaiveer Singh Rathore.
I thought it to be the beautiful mistake, not realizing it would turn out to be ugl...
Hello Sweets, Alisha this side, I know you all were so eager for the chapter so I took out an hour to complete the chapter for you all which Liya left. Okay on a quick update, Liya is doing fine and healing.
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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 breed 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 into 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 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 did shits 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 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.
(Tune in Prisoner by Raphael Lake for the steamier experience of this scene, you can also ask me for the Spotify playlist in dm)
