The Devil and I

40.

Tw:- sexual harassment, abuse, violence.
(Please do not read this chapter if it triggers you in any way)

To all my dear readers, I just want you all to know that you are fucking strong and I am so proud of you. Surviving and keeping up that energy everyday in this world is no joke.

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Noor's POV

It's been a whole week of senseless fucking in every corner of this villa, roaming on the streets of costa rica, eating amazing meals with getting drunk on exceptionally expensive alcohol with my most breathtaking husband.

Our schedule is literally fuck,
eat and desserts(off each other's body), sleep (wake up with his face between my legs) and fuck again.

The food here is mind blowing and oh my god costa rice itself is a breathtaking place to live in, sometimes I wish I could just stay here forever with Abhiman, but yeah I can't. Maybe after we have kids and get old, then we can plan to move out here.

Kids? Woah! Where did that come from?
I hate those little heathens.

It's night here and I just had the best feeling hours of my life. We both were watching a movie together as it is raining heavily outside. I made a whole pillow castle which I used to make with siddhart bhaiya in childhood.

Anyways we ordered lots of pizza, lemme tell you guys, it's the best even though it's not from italy. We watched movie for something 7 minutes when Abhi's veiny arm started giving oh so very innocent rubs near my inner thigh slowly heading up.

And we ended up watching no movie at all for next three hours while he took me against the wall, on the floor and bended over the couch senselessly, just how I like it.

Never knew that I would like this. I thought I was more of a vanilla kinda girl. Maybe I am. But it's Abhi who will do anything and it will become my favourite.

And yes no butlers were in house PLEASE.

I passed out in his arms as far as I remember and now I am in a bubble bath which smell of rasberries and cherries like my cologne with him sitting behind me.

This is what I love the most about this trip. The after care. There is nothing more satisfying than this. Just us, him taking care of me.

My eyes still closed to make him believe that I don't know what he is doing. I fear that if I open my eyes, he'll dish out or probably won't do what he is doing so freely. Everynight I used to pass put before he could I could realise what he used to do with me. But today when I am awake I am going to see and feel every little thing he does.

He settled me in the warm bathtub which acts as a much needed balm for my aching core and I resist wiggling or moving. I pretend to sleep while he joins with me. I don't realise it till he settled me between his legs and then he leans me back to his taut muscles and rest my head on his hard shoulder.

Holy hell. My skin heats and I feel very thankful to warm water who plays a good role of camouflage.

This is sucha cruel moments. How am I supposed to pretend asleep and not touch him while his majestic body envelopes around me.

Later he cleans every curve of my body with his gentle touch taking his time. He starts with my arms and then breasts and then goes down below. I relax or more like try to when his hands go south further as he lifts each of my legs up to clean the inside with his fingers while one of his hands draped on my waist all the time.