Chapter : 2
*Chapter Two*
"I'm surprised you're still here," Bulbul said, her words laced with mocking amusement. She perched herself back on Rajan's lap, her movements languid and deliberate. His hands slid up her thighs, gripping the curve of her hips as he struggled to collect himself, his eyes glued to her every move.
"You're cruel," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "And twisted."
Her smirk deepened. "You have no idea."
His hands tightened on her skin as if trying to hold on to something real. Something that made sense. But everything felt like sand slipping through his fingers, all the old beliefs crumbling until the only thing left was pure disbelief. And desire.
"You're... married," he said hoarsely. "You have a son."
Her laugh was sharp and cruel. "And what exactly does a *mother* act like, hm?" she said, tilting her head. "Should I be baking cookies and singing lullabies? Tucking my son in every night? Pretending to be the perfect wife for that useless husband of mine?"
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "No. I'm not some saint in a sari." She leaned forward until her lips brushed his ear. "I'm a woman who takes what she wants." A pause. Then, softly, "And right now… I want you."
His breath caught.
And just like that—any remaining resistance snapped.
With a groan torn from deep in his chest, Rajan grabbed her face and pulled her into a brutal kiss—hot, angry, desperate. She met him with equal fire; biting at his lip when he hesitated too long, clawing at the back of his neck like she wanted to mark him permanently.
The world narrowed down to tangled limbs and fevered skin.
Somewhere behind them—at the edge of their awareness—the front door clicked shut as Gaurav ran out into the evening without looking back... but neither Bulbul nor Rajan noticed or cared.
The air thickened with heat, desire, and something darker—something forbidden. Bulbul was no longer just a housewife or mother. She was fire in human form, and she burned hottest when someone told her she shouldn't.
Rajan's hands slid up the back of her thighs as she straddled him again, this time with urgency pulsing through every nerve in his body. There was no more talking—no more hesitation. Just raw hunger.
With one sharp motion, Bulbul pulled off her blouse and tossed it aside like trash. Her lace bra followed soon after—hurriedly unhooked by Rajan's trembling fingers—and then there was nothing between them but skin-on-skin contact that sent shockwaves down both their spines.
She leaned forward to kiss him again—a slow devouring at first—but then it turned savage: teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance—as if each were trying to consume the other whole.
His hands gripped the swell of her ass hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow… not that she'd care.
"Been wanting this," he growled against her lips. "Months… I've watched you walk past my window… hips swaying like a damn spell."
She smirked mid-kiss. "And now you get to *break* under it."
Then without warning—she pushed him down flat onto the couch cushions and rose up slightly on her knees. With deliberate slowness—as if performing only for his eyes—she hooked two fingers into the waistband of her skirt... then slid it down over smooth legs until it dropped silently onto the floor beside them.
Her underwear came next—an intricate black lace thing meant not for modesty but temptation—and when they too fell away…
Rajan let out a shuddering breath as he stared at what lay beneath: glistening folds already slick with need… warm... open... *ready.*
"You gonna stare all night," she purred lowly as one hand trailed teasingly from collarbone to bellybutton—"or are you finally going to put that big dick of yours where your mouth is?"
A dark grin split across his face before he lunged upward—not gently—but roughly gripping both sides of her waist and flipping their positions so *he* loomed above *her,* pinning one wrist above head while grinding himself against thigh through jeans-stiff fabric making clear how painfully hard he truly had become:
"Careful what you ask for baby girl…"
But Bulbal didn't flinch —instead laughed softly—
"Go ahead."
"Try me."
And God help them—he did...
The rest happened fast:
- Belt undone
- Jeans shoved halfway down hips
- Boxers ripped aside instead removed properly
Because dignity had died hours ago —now only animalistic lust remained
He entered without warning —no gentle slide-in-no sweet prep-work-joke
Just thick sudden pressure forcing into tightness already soaked waiting needing even though they shouldn't
She gasped—not from pain but pure power—the sheer violation lighting every pleasure center inside brain-body-soul-alive-
"Oh fuck yes!" She arched violently upward meeting thrust driving deep hitting spot never touched since youngest lover ten years ago-
"Harder!" she screamed clawing lines red-hot across back "I want everyone downstairs next block fucking hearing me scream!"
He obliged gladly—
One hand wrapped around throat squeezing lightly choking voice transforming moans higher-pitched desperate-animalistic
Every brutal slap-hollow echo throughout empty house joined chorus rhythmic grunts cries obscene whispers ("take it whore," "you wanted this cock didn't ya") blending together symphony-depravity
Time lost meaning minutes could've been seconds days eternity doesn't matter because nothing outside mattered anymore just pulse-throb-inside-warm-cloak-darkness-only-sex-sex-only-ever-matter
Hours passed maybe thirty minutes maybe five hours who knows who cares because eventually tremors built coiled tighter-tighter until explosion hit:
Him first—
Guttural roar ripped free body shaking jetting white-hot core deep buried within milking walls clamping refusing let go greedy-slutty-demand-more-more-more-now-now-now!
Then Her—
Head thrown back mouth wide silent scream torn from soul exploding outward wave energy radiating limbs numb tingling toes curling blackout moment heaven-hell-overlap transcend mortal plane gone gone completely GONE —
Collapsed atop each other chests rising falling breathing death-rebirth rhythm silence settling except pant echoes sweat dripping carpet still recording camera still live still watching somewhere hidden place cold dark hungry seeing everything knowing everything waiting patiently biding time feeding future revenge plan unfolding second by second behind glass eye unblinking blinking red steady red steady RED...
But neither noticed…
Still tangled flesh-limbs-hearts-damned?
Or perhaps long since beyond saving anyway.
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*End Chapter Two –