11 months to Love

"She was never anyone's first. She became the last one he'd ever make."

"You danced with him like you forgot who you belong to," he said darkly, pumping his fingers steadily, stretching me open. "Let him put his hands on you. While I watched."

I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the moans, but my hips were already moving against his hand. "At least... I wasn't the one sucking faces with another woman on camera for the whole world to see," I shot back breathlessly, voice shaking with anger and building pleasure.

Devarsh's eyes narrowed. He kept working those two fingers in and out, faster now, curling harder, thumb relentless on my swollen clit. The pressure built fast - tight, coiling, overwhelming. My thighs trembled. I was so close, right on the edge, about to shatter-
He pulled his fingers out completely.

A broken, angry whimper escaped me. My core clenched around nothing, the denial burning.

"You are a fcking bastard," I snarled, glaring up at him even as my body throbbed.

Devarsh's expression remained cold and commanding. "Not good enough."

He pushed three fingers back inside me without mercy. The stretch was sharper this time, fuller. He pumped inside me with them steadily, deeper, scissoring slightly as he worked me open. The wet, obscene sounds filled the suite, mixing with my ragged breathing. His other hand gripped my throat lightly, holding me in place against the glass.

"Keep fighting me, little wife," he murmured, voice velvet-dark. "It only makes me want to ruin you more."

When Ishira met the renowned superstar Devarsh Kundra for a replacement engagement, she had just two conditions: to keep their engagement and wedding under wraps and to receive a divorce after 11 months. However, Devarsh proposed an additional stipulation-she would have to date him until their marriage. As their relationship progressed, Devarsh came to a profound realization: he could not honor her two demands, for he now desired her as his wife for all eternity.