AishaNayak1
She stood by the floor-to-ceiling
glass window, gazing out at the vast,
churning ocean as if she had drifted entirely out of this world.
A sudden gust of wind caught her hair, whipping the loose strands across her face. She wore a long white shirt that billowed slightly around her frame, looking unmistakably oversized-like it belonged to someone else entirely.
Lost in the horizon, she didn't hear the footsteps approaching from behind. A strong, muscular arm suddenly wrapped tightly around her waist, dragging her back against a broad, hard chest. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent before pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her cheek. She didn't flinch. Her stillness revealed that she had known he was there all along.
Gritting her teeth, she squeezed her eyes shut in sheer helplessness and quiet frustration. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of her shirt, pressing firmly and intimately kneading her breast as he murmured,
"Who told you to come here? I'm not finished yet."
With a voice tight with exhaustion and suppressed fury, she answered,
"I'm feeling tired."
He chuckled darkly against her skin. "You couldn't satisfy your husband. What kind of woman are you?"
Her eyes flashed with sudden anger as she spun slightly in his grip. "You forced this on me. I'll never accept you as my husband. You're a liar."
The man let out a low, humorless laugh, turning her fully to face him.
"How many more days do I need to f*ck you to prove I am your husband, huh? I suppose I'll just have to keep reminding you who I am until you completely wither away beneath me."
With that, he tightened his grip and dragged her away from the window, pulling her deeper into the room...