𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

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Utkarsh nodded, and they both returned to the party. like nothing big happened outside, but then Aryan witnessed Afsar touching his wife. Arya was looking nervous around him. 

He moved towards them and said, "Excuse yourself from my wife."

Afsar said, "Oh, Hi, Mr. Roy. I was just saying to your wife that she is looking beautiful."

Aryan's eyes were flared red in anger, and he took Arya's hand. start moving without listening to Afsar's words.

He took her up the stairs and closed the door behind him. 

Said in anger, "Were you talking to him, wifey?"

"I wasn't he came." She tried to explain to him, but he ordered in anger, cutting her off, "Strip."

"Excuse me?" she questioned.

He again repeats himself. "I said strip-wifey now."

"But here, Mr. Roy, if someone saw..."

He placed his lips on her harshly without letting her finish speaking and started kissing her aggressively. 

Like he was eating her lips totally out of hunger.

Aryan forcefully pushed Arya against the staircase, his grip tightening on her hand. Ignoring her protests, he growled, "I don't care who sees. Now strip or face the consequences."

The fear in Arya's eyes was evident. 

She gasped as he started kissing and something inside her awakened, on what she didn't any have control over her desire for him. 

She started moaning, gripping the staircase. 

He leans in more and more and starts exploring her mouth. She moans and more in pleasure. He leans further and starts associating his lips to her neck, his beard brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. 

Arya's body trembled with a mixture of fear and desire as his touch becomes more possessive. She could feel the intensity of his desire as he left a trail of passionate kisses along her collarbone, making her heart race even faster.

Then he stops and announced, "Fine if you don't want to. I don't have any other choice." His hands brutally met her skin before tearing her blouse open. 

A thrilling gasp escaped Arya as he discarded her blouse on the ground, freeing her soft nipples that quivered in the absence of support. 

She was left in a state of undress, half naked & mentally fully exposed. 

A gasp seized her as she clung to the staircase, his actions initiating, in response, she arched her back to the cold metal more in acute angles. 

Positioning her against the steps and he takes her nipple in his mouth and starts sucking them one by one so hard that she couldn't help but gasp and grip the staircase more firmly & tightly in  her hold . 

He sucked her nipples like something from inside will come and make contact with his tongue. 

He started kissing her once again. 

while, kept squeezing those nipples as strongly as possible.

Then he stops taking a heavy breath. Her nipples go in an up-and-down rhythm as she inhales deeply. 

He then began unfastening his trousers, then took out the condoms from his pocket. She asked, taking heavy breaths."You kept them in your pocket? "