The scent of Riya’s youth, still spread across the carpet, had filled the entire room like poison. Vikram’s face was covered in her juices, and the savagery in his eyes was enough to tell her that the real game had only just begun. Riya lay limp, her legs still trembling, but the moment she looked into his eyes she understood that she would have to become even dirtier tonight.

Vikram was still on his knees on the floor. He fisted her messy hair and yanked her up into a sitting position in front of him. Her naked body glistened with sweat against the velvet carpet. He pulled down the zipper of his pants and freed his burning hardness.