The room spun in a haze of sweat and shame as we lay there—bodies tangled, breaths ragged, the air thick with the musk of sex. Vikram pulled out slowly from between my thighs, his cock glistening with our combined release, a thick string of cum connecting us for one last obscene second before snapping. He smirked down at me, wiping himself on my inner thigh like I was his property.

“Round one done,” he said, voice low and smug. “But we’re just getting started, Ananya. Tum abhi tak nahi tooti ho.”