Twisted Tales

Radhika Malhotra, a 25-year-old girl, had grown up in a world where love was a myth, trust was a trap, and survival was a constant battle. Life had hardened her in ways most people couldn't imagine. Behind her stoic expression and icy demeanor was a woman who had endured more than her fair share of pain-a pain that had taught her one thing: never let anyone in.

Vikram Singh Rathod, the eldest at 28, was the undisputed leader. A man of few words but immense presence, he exuded authority effortlessly. As the king of the hotel industry and the top manager of a global empire, his schedule was always packed, yet he carried himself with a calm ruthlessness that left no room for error.
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"Fuck." He broke the kiss and his lips began to devote the faded marks he gave. "I was jealous and worried but-" My eyes widened when I felt his hand moving to my ass and he squeezed it. The sensation made me curl my toes and my nails dig into my palm.
Vikram needs me as much as I need him. "Fuck Vikram."
"No cursing." He whispered against my skin before sucking my skin. "Oh fuck." I whispered.
"I will fuck you right against this door if you curse for one more time." I moaned again when he sucked on my skin. "V-Vikram."
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No doubt he doesn't need it like me. "Tell me, Mrs. Rathod?" His hands wrap around my throat giving it a light squeeze. I could feel something sticky on my thighs so I decided to close but just when I was about to close them Vikram's free hand made its way down there and as he touched me a moan left my mouth. "Don't." He commanded. "So wet, I didn't even touch you, Biwi."