𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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I drag Shivanya through the crowd. I am angry. Not 'at her' but 'for her'. Everyone treats her like she's someone beneath them.
When the truth is: she shines through all their rotted, black souls.
But when she stood up for herself for the first time today, I felt so proud of her. This beautiful, witty, kind woman is mine.
A burning desire consumes me. I drag her to a darkened corner she stumbles and comes to a stop.
"I know I embarrassed you just now, I am so sorr-" I cover her mouth with mine.
She gasps and I swallow that sound into my mouth. I am so damn tired of resisting myself. I want to impale her with my cock right now and savour her every moan and whimper. But that should wait until we get home.
She moans when I kiss her throat squeezing her small breasts. She hisses when I nip at her throat.
"I am so damn proud of you for defending yourself." I say in between kisses.
When I come back for her mouth I draw back, "Wait. Are you drunk?" I ask her while she tries to pull me back to kiss. My dirty thoughts comes to a screeching halt.
"Not Dwunk." She brings her mouth close, I stop her by grabbing her neck back.
"Say preliminary." I ask her while she sniffs me.
"Preminalaryyy" she gives me a drunken smile. "Did I get it wigghhtt?"
Oh shit she's drunk. How did it escape my notice.
I sigh. All my ideas of fucking her senseless escapes my mind.
"Come on Sunshine. Let's go home." I tell her by taking an arm.
"Yes I looove it there. These people here are sooo uptight." She whines.
I give her a smile. That's true.
When I saw her earlier after her restroom break I knew something was wrong. I could sense it when I saw her face dim from her usual sunny persona. I am not letting it go.
That's another conversation for another day. Now all my priority is my drunk girl looking at me with puppy eyes. Clearly wasted.
While we drive she mumbles something to herself. After we arrive I thank Jay who is worried looking at her state. I tell him not to worry and carry her upstairs in bridal style.
"How did you get drunk?" I ask looking down at her. Her face is flushed and eyes are glassy. A dopey smile makes an appearance.
"I think I dwank vemonade. You should twy it. It makes my mind a lil funny but I feel fweeeee." She says throwing up her arms and legs.
