On the bed Riya lay like a defeated soldier. Her entire body was soaked in sweat and covered with the marks Vikram had left on her. She was panting, her chest rising and falling, and in her eyes there was still a thirst that remained unsatisfied. Vikram sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his own burning manhood—still hard as iron and completely out of control.

He wiped the sweat from her forehead with his fingers. There was lust in his eyes, but also a cruel kind of wisdom. Riya caught his hand and tried to guide it toward her wet, swollen pussy.