Adultery Lina - Young Massage Therapist Surrender to Desire

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Chapter 32: Rizal (Act 7)


The weight of their conversation hung in the air as Rizal stood up, his movements still stiff but less awkward than before. "We should go," he said quietly, glancing at the clock. "It’s getting late." He hesitated for a moment, his voice softening as he added, "I’ll drop you off somewhere nearby your flat block… so no one sees you with me."

Lina nodded, her mind still racing with everything that had been said and done. "Alright," she agreed softly, pulling the sheet tighter around her body.

She shifted uncomfortably, aware of her nudity beneath the thin fabric. "Rizal…" she began, her voice tentative, "I need a bit of privacy to get dressed." Her eyes flickered toward him, searching for understanding.
Rizal immediately nodded, his expression sheepish. "I can leave the room if you’d prefer," he offered, already taking a step toward the door.

"No, it’s fine," Lina replied quickly, her tone reassuring. "Just… face the other side until I tell you it’s okay."

Rizal complied without hesitation, turning his back to her and putting a few steps of distance between them. He stared intently at the wall ahead, focusing on the faint cracks in the paint to distract himself.

Behind him, he heard the rustle of the sheets as Lina slipped out of bed, followed by the soft sound of her bare feet padding across the floor.

What Rizal hadn’t noticed earlier was the small mirror hanging on the wall that is positioned at just the right angle to reflect the room behind him. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of Lina in the reflection, standing fully nude with her back to him. She was inspecting the faint blue-black marks scattered across her fair skin, her fingers brushing gingerly over the tender areas. The red palm prints on her inviting ass were stark against the smoothness of her flesh, a vivid reminder of his earlier intensity.

Guilt surged through him as he saw her wince, his chest tightening at the sight of her discomfort. "I’m such an idiot," he thought bitterly, his jaw clenching. He tried to look away, to give her the privacy she deserved, but his gaze kept drifting back to the mirror, drawn irresistibly to her exposed form.

Lina seemed unaware of his struggle, her focus entirely on getting dressed. She bent slightly to pick up her panties from the floor, and Rizal’s breath hitched as the curve of her ass shifted enticingly. His cock stirred almost involuntarily, a slow heat building in his groin that he fought desperately to suppress. "Stop it," he scolded himself internally, "She doesn’t deserve this. Not after everything."

But his body betrayed him. As Lina straightened and stepped into her panties, his eyes followed the movement, tracing the line of her hips and thighs. When she reached for her bra and began to strap it on, his heart raced. The sight of her ample breasts spilling slightly over the cups sent a jolt of arousal through him. He could see the shadow of her side boobs as she adjusted the straps, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms.

"She’s beautiful," he thought helplessly, "So damn beautiful." The realization only deepened his guilt, a sharp contrast to the primal need stirring within him. He wanted to look away, to give her the respect she deserved, but he couldn’t. His eyes remained glued to the mirror, drinking in every detail even as his conscience screamed at him to stop.

Lina took her time, unaware of the storm raging inside him. Rizal couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mirror, the image of Lina standing there, naked and vulnerable, etched into his mind. It was a bittersweet torment, a cruel reminder of both his desire for her and the guilt that gnawed at him. “This has to stop,” he told himself firmly, his voice trembling with resolve. “Before I do something I’ll regret even more.” But his body betrayed his conscience, his cock throbbing painfully beneath his pants. The ache was unbearable, a primal need that threatened to consume him.

He rose slowly from the edge of the bed, his movements deliberate yet hesitant. Lina was in the midst of strapping her bra, her back still turned to him, her creamy skin glowing softly in the dim light. She was oblivious to his internal struggle, her focus entirely on getting dressed. But Rizal’s heart pounded in his chest as he stepped closer, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her shoulder.

The moment his fingertips brushed her skin, Lina jolted, a startled gasp escaping her lips. Reacting quickly, Rizal cupped her mouth with his other hand, his touch firm but gentle. “Shh,” he whispered, his voice a low, desperate plea. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lina. I just… I can’t help it. I can’t stop looking at you.”

Lina’s eyes widened as she felt his warmth behind her, his body so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. She tried to pull away, but he held her steady, his grip firm but not painful. “Rizal, please,” she begged, her voice muffled against his hand. “Don’t do this. You said you wouldn’t hurt me again.”

“And I won’t,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “But I can’t deny how beautiful you are, Lina. Even with the bruises....especially because of the bruises. You’re exquisite.” His voice was filled with a mix of awe and longing, his words sending shivers down her spine.

Lina’s heart raced as she heard the unmistakable sound of Rizal unbuckling his belt, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as he slid his pants down. She closed her eyes tightly, tears welling up as she whispered, “Please, Rizal… don’t.”

But he didn’t stop. Slowly, he removed his briefs, his hardness pressing against her lower back as he reached for her hand. Guiding it gently, he placed her palm against his cock, the heat and firmness of it making her shudder. “Feel me, Lina,” he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “Feel how much I want you.”

She trembled as he released her mouth, his hands moving to the straps of her bra. With a swift yet careful motion, he slid them off her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor. His palms cupped her breasts, his touch soft and reverent as he explored their fullness. “God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck in a slow, sensual kiss.

Lina’s breaths came in shallow gasps, her body caught between fear and a creeping warmth she couldn’t ignore. Despite her initial reluctance, she found herself responding to his touch, a faint spark of desire igniting within her. But the memory of his earlier ferocity lingered, a constant reminder of what could happen if she let things go too far.

Rizal’s hands trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She stiffened, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Rizal, no… don’t.”

“I need to feel all of you,” he murmured, ignoring her half-hearted protests as he slid the delicate fabric down her legs. He stepped back only long enough to remove her panties completely before pressing himself against her once more, both of them now completely bare.

His hands returned to her breasts, kneading them gently as he began to move against her, grinding his hips in slow, deliberate motions. His lips trailed kisses along her neck and shoulders, each one sending ripples of sensation through her body. “You’re so warm,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “So soft. I don’t ever want to let you go.”

Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to push him away, to demand that he stop, but the heat pooling in her core made it difficult to think clearly. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her growing unease. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered, “Rizal… we can’t…”

But he didn’t listen. Instead, he continued to worship her body with his hands and lips, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation until she felt herself teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

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Chapter 32: Rizal (Act 8)


Rizal gently turned Lina to face him, his hands firm yet tender on her shoulders. Lina’s gaze remained averted, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. She opened her mouth to protest once more, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Rizal, please… we shouldn’t..”

“Shh,” he interrupted softly, his tone almost pleading as he guided her down onto the bed. He settled beside her, his eyes never leaving her face despite her refusal to meet his gaze. “Just let me have this,” he murmured, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

Lina’s lips parted as if to argue again, but before she could speak, Rizal leaned in, capturing her mouth with his. She turned her face away, a small whimper escaping her, but Rizal persisted, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, insistent kiss. Slowly, reluctantly, she surrendered, her body melting into the mattress as he deepened the kiss.

Their mouths moved together in a heated rhythm, tongues tangling in a dance that was both desperate and tender. Rizal’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Lina’s moans grew louder, her fingers clutching at the sheets as pleasure surged through her.

He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her lips as he murmured, “You’re so beautiful, Lina. I can’t get enough of you.” His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them gently before he lowered his head to lavish attention on each one. His tongue circled her nipples teasingly before he took one into his mouth, sucking gently.
Lina’s back arched, a sharp gasp escaping her as he switched to the other breast. The sensations were overwhelming, and she gripped the mattress tightly, her nails digging into the fabric. “Rizal…” she breathed, her voice trembling. “It’s too much…”

“I could do this all night,” he murmured against her skin, his words sending a shiver down her spine. He continued to suckle at her breasts, his hands kneading them gently as he worshipped her body. Lina’s moans grew louder, her face burning with a mix of pleasure and shame.

Suddenly, the sharp ring of her phone shattered the intimate moment. Lina froze, her heart pounding as she recognized the ringtone, it was Rahim again. The phone rang again, insistent and demanding. “I...I have to answer it,” she stammered, her voice shaky.

Rizal nodded reluctantly, slowing his movements but not stopping entirely. Lina reached for the phone, her hand trembling as she answered. “Hello?” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Lina, where are you?” Rahim’s concerned voice came through the line. “It’s almost 8PM. When are you coming home? I’m worried.”

Lina swallowed hard, her mind racing as Rizal resumed sucking at her breasts, his movements deliberate and intense. She bit back a moan, forcing herself to speak calmly. “I...I’m still with my friend,” she lied, her voice wavering slightly. “She’ll drop me off soon. I already prepared your meals for tonight.”

Rahim hesitated, his tone wary. “What’s that sound? It’s… strange.”
Lina’s heart skipped a beat as Rizal sucked harder, the wet noises impossibly loud in the quiet room. “Oh, um… it’s just the TV,” she stammered quickly. “We’re watching a movie.”

Rahim seemed to accept her explanation, though his worry was still evident. “Alright… just be careful, okay? Call me if you need anything.”
“I will,” Lina promised, relief flooding her as she ended the call. She dropped the phone onto the bed, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

Rizal didn’t waste a moment. He shifted lower on the bed, his hands spreading her legs wide as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. Lina’s eyes widened as his tongue found her most sensitive spot, licking and sucking with an intensity that left her writhing. “Rizal, stop,” she pleaded, her voice shaking. “I need to go home…”

But he ignored her, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. The sensations were too much...too overwhelming and Lina couldn’t hold back her moans any longer.

Her hands fisted the sheets as he worked her body with relentless determination, drawing every ounce of pleasure from her until she climaxes once more.

Lina’s body convulsed as she finally climaxed, her breath escaping in ragged gasps. Rizal’s relentless tongue assault on her pussy had left her trembling, her thighs slick with her own arousal. She leaned back, her chest heaving, as Rizal moved between her parted legs. Her eyes widened as she saw his hard, erect cock throbbing with need, the veins pulsing visibly along its length. His eyes were bloodshot, a wild, feral look in them that she recognized from earlier when he had taken her four times with an almost animalistic fervor.

Rizal’s voice was low, dripping with desire as he spoke. “I want you again, Lina. At least four more times tonight. You’re not going home until I’m finished with you.” His hand gripped his thick cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly, as if to remind her of what was coming. The air around them felt charged, his aura shifting into something darker, more possessive. He was consumed by lust, and Lina could see it in every fiber of his being.

Lina’s heart raced as she realized the intensity of what he was saying. No, she thought, not again. Her body was already sore, her muscles aching from the earlier sessions. She couldn’t bear the thought of enduring another round, let alone four.

“Rizal, please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I’m too sore. We shouldn’t do this anymore. Please, keep your promise. You said earlier”

Her words were cut off as Rizal positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt him push slightly, the familiar stretch already overwhelming her senses. “Stop!” she screamed, her voice desperate and raw.

“Please, Rizal! Don’t do this!”
Her scream seemed to echo in the small space, and for a moment, time stood still. Rizal froze, his body tensing as if he had been snapped out of a trance. His grip on her hips loosened, and he blinked, the wildness in his eyes fading as he looked down at her tear-streaked face. Slowly, he pulled back, his breathing heavy but his expression softening.

“I’m sorry, Lina,” he murmured, his voice thick with shame. “I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to treat you like this.” His hands trembled as he ran them through his disheveled hair, unable to meet her eyes.

Lina sobbed, relief flooding through her as she saw the familiar Rizal returning, the man she knew before the lust had taken over.

She sat up, her body still trembling from the lingering intensity of what had almost happened as she grabbed a nearby towel and began to wipe herself clean, her movements slow and deliberate. Rizal turned away, giving her space, and quickly dressed himself in silence. Once he was done, he stepped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Lina took a moment to steady herself, her reflection in the mirror revealing just how exhausted and battered she looked. Her hair was a tangled mess, her makeup smudged, and her face pale. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to freshen up and regain some semblance of composure. She combed her fingers through her hair, reapplied some lipstick, and smoothed out her dress as best she could. She couldn’t let anyone see her like this, she thought. Not Rahim, not the neighbors, no one.

When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, Rizal was waiting for her quietly in the hallway. Without a word, he gestured for her to follow him. They moved swiftly through the cinema’s back exit, avoiding any chance of being seen by prying eyes. The tension between them was palpable, but neither of them spoke.

Rizal led her to his motorcycle parked in a dimly lit alley. He helped her onto the bike, his touch gentle and cautious, as if afraid she might break. He revved the engine softly and navigated through the evening traffic with care, his focus entirely on the road ahead. Lina clung to him, her mind racing with the memories of the afternoon from the intensity, the guilt, the undeniable thrill of it all.

Finally, they reached a secluded spot near Lina's flat block, far from any curious onlookers. Rizal brought the motorcycle to a stop and let the engine idle softly. The air between them was heavy with unspoken words, the weight of what had transpired hanging like a storm cloud. Neither of them moved for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts.

Lina’s heart pounded as she glanced at the familiar surroundings, knowing she was just a short walk away from home and Rahim.

“We’re here,” Rizal said finally, his voice low but steady, breaking the silence. He turned his head slightly, his sharp features catching the dim glow of the streetlight.

His eyes, once bloodshot with lust, now filled with remorse. “I’ll… I’ll walk you to your door.”

Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around her purse. “No,” she said quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can manage.” She swung her leg off the bike, her dress hiking up slightly as she did so. She tugged it down self-consciously, feeling exposed in more ways than one.

Rizal dismounted as well, standing close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Lina,” he began, his tone pleading, “I’m sorry. I mean it. I don’t know what came over me earlier. I just… I couldn’t stop myself.”

She looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest. His eyes were earnest, but there was still something raw in them, something that made her stomach twist. “I know,” she murmured, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it. “Just… go home, Rizal. We both need to forget this ever happened.”

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Chapter 33: Rizal (Act 9)


Rizal nodded slowly, but his gaze lingered on her face, then dropped to her lips, and finally settled on the curve of her neck. Lina felt a shiver run through her, one she tried to suppress. “Please. Go!” she repeated, firmer this time, her voice tinged with both desperation and resolve.

Rizal exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Alright,” he said reluctantly, but his tone softened as he added, “Can I just… talk to you for five minutes? Please.”

Lina hesitated, her heart torn between sympathy and caution. She glanced around the dimly lit corner, ensuring they were still secluded. Finally, she nodded. “Five minutes,” she said firmly, her arms folded protectively across her chest.

They moved deeper into the tight space, the shadows wrapping around them like a veil. Rizal’s voice was low, almost pleading as he asked, “Will I ever get to see you again?”

Lina’s response was immediate and unwavering. “No,” she said firmly, her eyes locking with his. She could see the pain in his expression, the way his jaw tightened as if her words had struck him physically.
She softened slightly, her voice gentler now. “I forgive you, Rizal… I really do. But this can’t happen again. You need to get proper help. Not some witch doctor’s ointment or quick fix. You need to see someone who can help you with… everything.”

Rizal’s eyes welled with tears, his voice cracking as he spoke. “I’ll never feel the warmth of another woman like you, Lina. Never.”

Before she could respond, he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. Lina hesitated but allowed it, sensing his sincerity and the weight of his remorse.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the tension between them a mix of guilt and unresolved emotions.

But then, slowly, his hands began to wander down her waist, his grip tightening ever so slightly. Before she could react, his lips pressed against hers in a sudden, desperate kiss.

Lina’s eyes widened in shock as she pushed against Rizal’s chest, breaking the kiss. “Stop!” she said sharply, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear.
Rizal froze, his hands still on her waist, but his grip tightened. He looked at her, his eyes clouded by longing. “I’m sorry, Lina,” he whispered, his voice thick with desperation. “I need you one last time. Then it’ll be over.”

Lina’s heart raced as Rizal confessed part of the curse that had consumed him. The witch doctor’s ointment he had applied earlier required him to ejaculate inside her at least five times, or else he’d be tormented by a beastly personality whenever he was near other women. Lina’s mind spun as she processed his words. She remembered the four times he had already taken her earlier that day, each encounter more intense than the last.

“No, Rizal,” she pleaded, her voice trembling but firm. “You can overcome this. You don’t have to give in to the darkness. Just… just fight it.”

But Rizal wasn’t listening. His lips traveled down her neck, sending shivers through her body despite her resistance. One hand moved to grab her breast through her jacket, while the other squeezed her ass through her skirt. Lina shook with a mix of fear and unwanted pleasure, her breath hitching.

“What if someone hears us?” she whispered urgently, her hands pressing against his chest again. “I need to go back to Rahim. Please, Rizal, don’t do this. This isn’t you.”

Rizal’s breath was hot against her skin as he ignored her pleas. “It’ll be quick,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “Just endure it silently for me.”

Before Lina could react, he spun her around, pressing her face-first against the wall. Her heart pounded as she felt him pull off her jacket, leaving her in just her blouse and skirt. Panic surged through her as she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants and briefs.

“Stop!” she cried, but her protest fell on deaf ears. His hands lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, exposing her to the cool night air. She felt his fingers run along her folds, and despite herself, her body betrayed her as she was throbbing wet.

“Look at you,” Rizal growled, his voice low and gruff. “You’re so wet for me.” His cock pressed against her entrance, and Lina clenched her fists against the wall.
“Please, Rizal,” she begged one last time, her voice breaking. “Don’t do this.”

But he was beyond reason now. He entered her slowly, the stretch making her gasp in pain. Her body was oversensitive from their earlier encounters, and she buckled slightly, but Rizal held her steady.

“Just relax,” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.
As he began to move, his thrusts long and deliberate, Lina felt her resistance start to fade. Her body responded to him, even as her mind screamed for her to stop. She tried to stifle her moans, but a few escaped, soft and involuntary.

“You’re still so tight,” Rizal groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “After all I’ve done to you today, your pussy is still perfect.”

Lina blushed at his words, her face burning with shame and arousal. She hated how good it felt, how her body seemed to betray her every time.

Rizal’s hands moved up to her blouse, and Lina instinctively clutched at the fabric. But he was relentless, pulling it up and freeing her breasts from her bra. He squeezed them firmly, causing a soft moan to escape her lips.

“I’m not going to finish quickly,” he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Not this time.”

[Ananthukutty]

Interesting. Five times he has filled her womb.>

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Chapter 33: Rizal (Act 10)


Lina’s legs trembled uncontrollably as Rizal continued to thrust into her, his hands roaming across her body with a primal urgency that left her breathless. She hated herself for the way her body responded, but she couldn’t deny the electric pleasure coursing through her veins. She was trapped not just by Rizal, but by the dark, intoxicating desire that seemed to consume them both.

After 15 relentless minutes, Rizal stepped back, sweat pouring down his face and chest. His breathing was heavy, his body glistening under the dim light of the alley. He took a moment to strip off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground, before kicking his pants off completely from his ankles. Lina leaned against the wall, catching her breath, her body still throbbing from the relentless pounding.

Without hesitation, Rizal moved closer again, his hands tugging at her blouse. Lina didn’t protest this time. She simply endured, her mind a whirlwind of shame and arousal. He peeled off her blouse and bra, letting them fall to the ground beside his discarded clothes. Her heavy breasts bounced free, nipples hardened from the cool night air. Next, he unzipped her skirt and tugged it down, leaving her completely naked before him.

Rizal stepped back for a moment, drinking in the sight of her full, round breasts, her pregnant belly, and the curve of her ass. He exhaled sharply, his cock twitching with anticipation. Without warning, he grabbed her hips and entered her again, this time both of them fully naked, their bodies pressed tightly together in the narrow alley.

Lina’s nerves flared as the reality of their situation hit her that they were out in the open, exposed to anyone who might pass by. Yet, despite the risk, a part of her felt a twisted thrill at the thought. Rizal’s thrusts grew more forceful, his hands alternating between gripping her hips and kneading her breasts. The slapping sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the quiet alley, a symphony of raw passion.

“I can’t… I can’t stand anymore,” Lina pleaded, her voice trembling. “Please, hurry.”

Rizal smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. He had a better idea. Since the alley was so narrow, he gently guided her onto all fours, positioning her on top of his discarded clothes with her body facing the main road. Lina gasped in embarrassment, her cheeks burning. “No… not like this,” she whispered, but Rizal ignored her protest.

His gaze locked onto her other hole; her tight, untouched asshole. A devious grin spread across his face as he leaned down and began to lick it slowly, teasingly. Lina whimpered, shaking her head. “Not there… please… not there.” But her words fell on deaf ears as Rizal’s tongue worked its magic, sending shivers of forbidden pleasure through her body.

Before she could react further, Rizal positioned himself at her asshole, the tip of his cock pressing against the tight ring of muscle. With a slow, deliberate push, he entered her. Lina gasped, her hands gripping the rough tarmac beneath her. Rizal groaned deeply, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Her asshole was impossibly tight, almost suffocating his cock in the most exquisite way.

“This… is going to be the hardest one yet,” Rizal growled between thrusts, his voice thick with desire. “But also the most pleasurable.”

Lina had no choice but to endure. She had already climaxed three times, and now her body was being pushed to its limits. Rizal pounded her ass with the ferocity of a wild animal, his hips slamming into her relentlessly. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, mingling with Lina’s soft whimpers and Rizal’s guttural groans.

Thirty minutes passed in a blur of ecstasy and exhaustion. Rizal showed no signs of slowing down, his stamina seemingly endless. Lina, who had once been consumed by shame, now found herself lost in the pleasure, her inhibitions stripped away by the intensity of their coupling.

Finally, with a deep, guttural groan, Rizal bucked his hips and came hard inside her ass. He pumped into her until he was completely spent, then collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as they both lay there in the aftermath of their shared intensity.

They lay there for five long minutes, their bodies intertwined in the aftermath of their raw, unbridled passion. The alley was silent except for their labored breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Rizal’s chest rose and fell against Lina’s back, his hands still resting lightly on her hips as though he was reluctant to let go. Slowly, he shifted, helping her sit up with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the ferocity of their encounter just moments ago.

Neither of them spoke as they dressed, the weight of what had happened hanging heavily between them. Lina didn’t bother to wipe the sticky residue from her body, the humiliation of it all somehow mingling with a strange, empowering sensation. She had never been taken like that before, out in the open, exposed to the world, yet completely overpowered by the intensity of it. Her skirt clung to her legs as she smoothed it down, her hands trembling slightly.

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Chapter 33: Rizal (Act 11)


Rizal avoided her gaze as he pulled on his clothes, his movements stiff and deliberate. His face was a mask of shame, the wildness in his eyes now replaced with a hollow emptiness. He wanted to apologize, to explain, but the words caught in his throat. How could he even begin to articulate the guilt gnawing at him? He had lost control entirely, and now the weight of his actions felt unbearable.

Lina stood slowly, her legs wobbly and unsteady, a testament to the relentless pounding she had endured. She glanced at Rizal one last time, her expression unreadable. It was neither anger nor sadness, just a quiet resignation. Without a word, she turned and began to walk away, her steps slow and measured as she made her way toward her flat block. The night air felt cool against her flushed skin, but it did little to soothe the turmoil inside her.

Rizal watched her go, his heart heavy with remorse. He wanted to call out to her, to beg for forgiveness, but he knew it was too late. The damage had been done. With a sigh, he swung his leg over his motorcycle and started the engine, the sound echoing in the empty alley. As he rode away, one thought consumed him: he would never see Lina again. And perhaps that was for the best.

Lina's legs felt like lead as she climbed the stairs, each step a reminder of how sore her body was. When she reached her door, she fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling.

As soon as she stepped inside, Rahim’s voice called out from the living room. “Lina? Is that you?”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Yes,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “It’s me.”

He appeared in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space. There was relief in his eyes, but also concern. “You’re late,” he said gently. “I was starting to worry.”
“Sorry,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze. “I… I lost track of time.”

Rahim stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Are you okay? You look…”

His words trailed off as he studied her face, his brow furrowing. “What happened?”

“Nothing, I met my old high college friend” Lina said quickly, too quickly. She forced a smile, but it felt brittle. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long day of catching up.”

Rahim didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he reached out and cupped her cheek, his touch warm and familiar. “You should get some rest,” he said softly.

Lina leaned into his hand for a moment, savoring the comfort it brought. But then she pulled away, guilt gnawing at her insides. “I think I’ll take a shower first,” she said, stepping past him.

“Want me to join you?” Rahim asked, his voice laced with a familiar flirtatiousness.
She froze momentarily, her back to him. The memory of Rizal’s hands, his mouth, his body pressing against hers, flooded her mind, and she felt a surge of panic.

“Not tonight,” she said quickly, her voice strained. “I just… I need some time alone.”
Rahim’s expression fell, but he nodded. “Alright,” he said quietly. “If you change your mind…”

She didn’t respond, already hurrying toward the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door and leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath. Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye, and she winced at how disheveled she looked; her hair tousled, her makeup smudged, her skin flushed. She looked like someone who had been thoroughly ravaged.

Lina turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as she stripped off her clothes. Each piece that fell to the floor felt like shedding a layer of shame. When she stepped under the spray, she closed her eyes and let the water wash over her, hoping it would cleanse more than just her skin.

The hot water cascaded over Lina’s body, but it did little to soothe the storm raging inside her. She stood beneath the spray, her hands braced against the tiled wall as the memories of the day came rushing back. Rizal’s hands on her skin, his mouth claiming hers with a hunger that had left her trembling, the way he had taken her with an almost primal urgency. It all played in her mind like a relentless loop. Her chest tightened, and she let out a choked sob, her shoulders shaking as the weight of guilt crashed over her.

“What have I done?” she whispered to herself, her voice breaking. Tears mixed with the water, streaming down her face as she slid to the floor, her knees drawn to her chest. The warmth of the shower couldn’t chase away the icy chill of regret that gripped her heart. I’m supposed to be faithful to Rahim, she thought, her mind racing. How could I let this happen again and again?

Her fingers dug into her palms as she replayed every moment, every touch, every word. Rizal’s voice echoed in her head, low and demanding, his breath hot against her ear. The memory of his body pressing into hers, his cock filling her so completely, sent a shiver down her spine despite the heat of the water. It was wrong, she told herself fiercely. So wrong. But even as she tried to push the thoughts away, a part of her couldn’t help but recall the way he had made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t in the last six months.

Lina buried her face in her hands, her sobs growing louder. The guilt was suffocating, a heavy weight on her chest that made it hard to breathe. She couldn’t look at herself in the mirror, couldn’t bear to see the reflection of someone who had betrayed the man she loved most. Rahim trusted me, she thought bitterly. And I threw it all away.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open jolted her from her thoughts. “Lina?” Rahim’s voice called out, tinged with concern. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.”

Lina froze, her heart pounding. She quickly wiped at her tears, though they were indistinguishable from the water still pouring over her. “Y..yes,” she stammered, her voice hoarse. “I’m fine. Just… just taking a shower.”

There was a pause, and then Rahim spoke again, his tone softer. “You sure? You sound upset.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, forcing herself to sound calm. “Just tired. I’ll be out soon.”
“Alright,” he said after a pause. “Don’t take too long.”

Lina waited until she heard his footsteps retreat before letting out a shuddering breath. She turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping a towel around herself.

As she dried off, her eyes fell on the small bottle of body oil on the counter, the one Rizal had used on her earlier. Her stomach twisted at the sight of it, but she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away. Instead, she stared at it for a long moment before slipping it into the drawer.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, Rahim was waiting for her in the bedroom. He was lying on the bed, his shirt off, his mundane chest on full display.

“Feel better?” he asked with a soft smile.
“A little,” she admitted, climbing into bed beside him.

He reached out and pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her. “I missed you at dinner today,” he murmured against her hair.

Lina didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

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Wow! Just wow!!!

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Chapter 34: The return (Act 1)


Lina woke up to the sound of the front door closing, signaling Rahim’s departure for the shop. She lay in bed for a moment, the weight of her guilt pressing down on her chest like a stone. Her body ached from the previous day’s activities, a dull reminder of the choices she had made. She sighed deeply, running a hand over her face as if she could scrub away the memories.

After forcing herself out of bed, Lina padded to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. The warmth of the mug in her hands grounded her, the bitter taste sharpening her senses. She sat at the table, her mind racing. The bruises on her body were faint but undeniable, and she winced as she traced one with her fingers.
She couldn’t keep living like this, caught between duty and desire.

She reached for her phone and began searching for answers. How does a pregnant woman manage her libido? How do you resist temptation when it feels like it’s everywhere? The questions felt desperate, but she didn’t care. She needed a solution, something to help her stay faithful to Rahim.

The screen lit up with articles and forums filled with advice, most of it contradictory. Some suggested meditation, others recommended focusing on hobbies or spending more quality time with her husband. One particularly bold post suggested channeling sexual energy into other activities, like exercise or creative outlets. Lina bit her lip, unsure which path to take.

As she scrolled, her phone buzzed with a notification. It was Rahim. “Shop’s busy today. Will be home late. Love you.” She stared at the message for a moment before typing a simple reply. “Okay. Be safe.”

The idea of Rahim working so hard while she struggled with her own demons made her feel even worse. She stood up, determined to do something productive. Cleaning usually helped clear her mind, so she grabbed a dust cloth and began wiping down the surfaces in the living room. But as she worked, her thoughts kept drifting back to Ravi and Kumar. Their sly glances, their knowing smiles. And then there was Rizal, naive, persistent, and impossible to resist.

She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand. But the more she cleaned, the more her body seemed to ache for something she couldn’t quite name. Her breasts felt heavy, her skin tingling with an awareness she couldn’t ignore. She paused, leaning against the counter as she tried to steady herself.

The doorbell rang, startling her out of her thoughts. She hesitated, glancing down at her loose-fitting t-shirt and leggings. Who could that be? She wasn’t expecting anyone.

She opened the door to find Ravi standing there, a casual smile on his face. “Hey, Lina. Rahim said he left something here for me. Mind if I grab it?”
Lina’s heart skipped a beat. “Uh, sure. What is it?”

“Just some paperwork for the shop. He mentioned it was on the kitchen table.”
She nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

As he walked past her, she caught a whiff of his cologne, musky and masculine. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, and she couldn’t help but notice how his shirt clung to his frame.

He made his way to the kitchen, picking up the documents with ease. “Thanks,” he said, turning to face her. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary, and Lina felt a flush rise to her cheeks.

“No problem,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest in a subconscious attempt to shield herself.

Ravi tilted his head, his gaze dropping slightly. “You look… tired. Everything okay?”
Lina forced a smile. “Yeah, just been a long week.”

He stepped closer, his voice softening. “You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

The sincerity in his voice caught her off guard. For a moment, she considered opening up to him and telling him everything. But then she remembered the last time she had leaned on him, and how quickly things had escalated.
“I’m fine,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered slightly.

Ravi nodded, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The gesture was so intimate that Lina froze, her breath catching in her throat.

“You’re strong,” he murmured. “But you don’t have to be all the time.”

Her heart pounded as she stared up at him, her mind racing. Before she could respond, he stepped back, holding up the paperwork with a smile.

“Take care of yourself, Lina.”
And then he was gone, leaving her standing in the kitchen with a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

She sank into a chair, her hands trembling. What just happened? One moment, she had been trying to focus on staying faithful, and the next, Ravi had been so close she could feel the heat of his body.

She grabbed her phone again, desperate for distraction. This time, she decided to call a friend, someone who might understand what she was going through.

Shazia answered on the third ring. “Lina! How are you?”
“Hey, Shazia,” Lina replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I… I need your advice.”
“Of course. What’s going on?”

Lina hesitated before diving in. “It’s just… I’ve been feeling so overwhelmed lately. My sex drive is through the roof, and I don’t know how to handle it. I love Rahim, but…”
Shazia chuckled softly. “Ah, pregnancy hormones will do that to you. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

“But it’s not just that,” Lina admitted. “I’ve… I’ve made some mistakes.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Mistakes?”

Lina squeezed her eyes shut. “I’ve been tempted. More than once.” She didn’t want to reveal the truth completely.

The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before Shazia finally spoke. “Lina, that’s… complicated.”
“I know,” Lina whispered. “I hate myself for it. I just don’t know how to stop.”

Shazia sighed. “Look, first of all, you need to forgive yourself. Beating yourself up won’t solve anything. Second, you need to figure out what’s driving these actions. Is it just physical? Or is there something missing in your relationship with Rahim?”

Lina thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know. Maybe both.”
“Then you need to address that,” Shazia said gently. “Talk to Rahim, not about the temptations, but about what you need from him emotionally and physically. And maybe consider counseling.”

Lina nodded, even though Shazia couldn’t see her. “You’re right. I just… I’m scared.”
“Fear is normal,” Shazia replied. “But you can’t let it control you.”

They talked for a while longer, Shazia offering encouragement and practical advice. By the time they hung up, Lina felt a little more grounded. She still had a long way to go, but at least now she had a plan. She stood up and glanced at the clock. Rahim wouldn’t be home for hours yet.

Maybe she could surprise him by preparing dinner, something special to show him how much she cared.

As she busied herself in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and marinating chicken, she thought about what Shazia had said. Forgive yourself. It sounded simple, but it felt impossible.

Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced at the screen. It was Kumar this time. “Hey, Lina. Just wanted to check in. See.. how you’re doing.”

She stared at the message, her heart pounding again. Why did they always seem to appear just when she was trying to move forward?

She typed out a quick response. “I’m fine. Thanks.” Before she could second-guess herself, she hit send and turned back to her cooking.

But as she stirred the pot on the stove, she couldn’t shake the feeling that no matter how hard she tried to resist, temptation would always find a way to sneak back in.

The door creaked open just as Lina was setting the table. She looked up to see Rahim stepping inside, his shirt loosened around his waist and a tired smile on his face.

“Something smells amazing,” he said, walking over to kiss her cheek.
“I thought you could use a proper meal after a long day,” Lina replied, forcing a smile of her own.

Rahim wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he looked at the spread on the table. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Lina leaned into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his body against hers. For a moment, everything else faded away...the guilt, the fear, the temptation.
“I love you,” she whispered.

Rahim turned her around to face him, his hands cupping her cheeks. “I love you too.”
He kissed her a slow, tender kiss that made her heart ache with longing. For the first time in weeks, she felt truly connected to him.

But as they pulled apart, Lina couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last before the walls came crashing down again

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Chapter 34: The return (Act 2)


Lina stood in front of the mirror, her hands resting on her swollen belly. Seven months pregnant, she marveled at how her body had changed, how it seemed to carry both the weight of new life and the echoes of past choices. She traced the curve of her bump, feeling the subtle flutter of movement beneath her skin. I’m going to be a mother, she thought, a mix of joy and anxiety swirling within her. But beneath the surface, there was something else, a lingering restlessness she couldn’t quite shake.

“Lina?” Rahim’s voice called from the living room, pulling her from her thoughts. “Are you ready? The appointment’s in an hour.”
“Almost,” she replied, slipping on a loose, flowing dress that dbangd gently over her figure. It was a far cry from the tight, revealing outfits she used to wear, but it felt right for now. She glanced at herself one last time before joining Rahim.

He stood by the door, his strong frame silhouetted against the morning light. His smile softened as he saw her. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice warm.
She smiled back, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thank you.”

They took a cab to the clinic in comfortable silence, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Lina’s mind wandered, replaying the events of the past year, the lies, the secrets, the guilt. She clenched her hands in her lap, trying to push those thoughts away. I’ve made mistakes, but I’m trying to move forward, she reminded herself. For Rahim. For their baby.

At the clinic, the nurse led them into a small examination room. “Dr. Meera will be with you shortly,” she said before closing the door behind her.

Lina sat on the edge of the bed, her nerves getting the better of her. Rahim noticed and took her hand. “Everything’s going to be fine,” he assured her.

She nodded, squeezing his hand. “I know.”
A moment later, Dr. Meera entered, her warm demeanor immediately putting Lina at ease. “Good morning, Lina, Rahim,” she greeted them with a smile. “Let’s see how our little one is doing today.”

As the doctor began the ultrasound, Lina’s heart raced with anticipation. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, steady and strong. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched the tiny form on the screen, moving and squirming.

“Everything looks perfect,” Dr. Meera said, her voice reassuring. “You’re both doing a great job.”

Lina exhaled, relief washing over her. “Thank you,” she whispered.
After the appointment, they stopped at a nearby café for lunch. As they sat at a corner table, Rahim reached across the table to take her hand. “You’ve been quiet today,” he observed. “Is everything okay?”
She hesitated, searching for the right words. “I just… I’ve been thinking a lot about everything. About us. About the baby.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we?”
“Yes,” she admitted softly. “But I want to make sure we’re in a good place for the baby, and for us.”

Rahim squeezed her hand. “We are. And we will be. We’re stronger than we think.”
His words comforted her, but there was still a part of her that doubted. A part that wondered if she could ever truly leave her past behind.

Later that evening, as they settled on the couch, Lina leaned into Rahim’s side, his arm dbangd around her shoulders. They were watching a movie, but her thoughts were elsewhere. The restlessness she had felt earlier was creeping back in, a familiar ache that refused to be ignored.
“Lina?” Rahim’s voice broke through her thoughts. He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. “You seem distant. What’s on your mind?”

She bit her lip, unsure of how to respond. “I just… I want to feel close to you,” she admitted softly.

His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss her with a slowly, tenderly, as if trying to convey all the words he couldn’t say. Lina melted into the kiss, her body responding instinctively. But just as things were heating up, he pulled back.

“We should take it easy,” he murmured, his voice gentle but firm. “For the baby.”
She nodded, though a pang of disappointment shot through her. “You’re right.”

As they settled back into the movie, Lina tried to focus on the screen, but her mind was elsewhere. The restlessness lingered, a storm brewing beneath the surface. She knew she needed to stay strong, but the temptation was always there, a weakness that others could exploit.

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Chapter 34: The return (Act 3)


Lina sat on the couch, her fingers tapping restlessly against the armrest. The walls of their apartment seemed to close in on her, and the quiet hum of the TV did little to distract her from the growing boredom. Rahim was busy organizing papers for his business course at the dining table, his focus unwavering. Lina sighed, glancing at him before finally speaking up.

“Rahim,” she said, her voice soft but insistent. He looked up, his brows raised in question. “Can I come help you at the shop tomorrow? I’m going a bit stir-crazy here. And you know what they say a little work keeps the blood flowing.”

Rahim hesitated, his pen still poised over the paperwork. “Are you sure? You’ve been putting in so much effort at the shop already. I don’t want you overdoing it.”

“I’m sure,” Lina replied with a determined smile. “Besides, I’ll just be helping with the inventory. It’s not like I’ll be lifting heavy boxes or anything.”

Rahim’s expression softened. “Actually, tomorrow’s perfect timing. I need to attend a full-day business course, and I could use some help with stock checking. If you’re up for it, that would be great.” His eyes twinkled with gratitude. “I’ll even arrange for someone to assist you.”

“Really?” Lina’s face lit up, her excitement palpable. “That’s wonderful! I’ll get everything done while you’re away.”
He chuckled. “Don’t overdo it, okay? Just take it easy.”

The next morning, Lina arrived at the shop early, the cool morning air brushing against her cheeks as she unlocked the door. She flipped the sign to “Temporarily Closed” and got straight to work, her hands moving swiftly as she began checking the inventory. The rhythmic task was oddly soothing, and for a while, she forgot about the restlessness that had been gnawing at her.

An hour later, the sound of the shop bell jolted her out of her focus. She turned, expecting to see a customer despite the sign, but her stomach dropped when Ravi and Kumar stepped inside, their smirks plastered across their faces.

“Surprise!” Kumar said, his tone teasing. “Looks like you’ve got some helping hands today.”
Lina’s heart raced, and she forced a polite smile. “Oh… Rahim didn’t mention it was you two coming to help.”

Ravi shrugged casually, his eyes scanning the room before landing on her. “He figured we’d make things easier for you. After all, we’re practically neighbors now.”
Kumar leaned against the counter, his gaze lingering on her more than necessary. “So, where do we start, boss?”

Lina took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Well, if Rahim sent you, then let’s get to it. We need to check the stock against this list.” She handed them a clipboard, careful to keep her distance.

As they got to work, the atmosphere grew tense. Ravi and Kumar exchanged knowing glances, their words laced with subtle innuendos.

“You know, Lina,” Ravi began, his voice smooth, “you’ve been looking… different lately. There’s a certain glow about you.”
Kumar chuckled. “Must be all the hard work at the shop. Or maybe it’s something else?”

Lina ignored their comments, her focus fixed on the shelves. “Let’s just stick to the task at hand, shall we?”

But they weren’t easily deterred. As the hours passed, their remarks became bolder, their proximity closer. Lina’s resolve wavered, her promise to Rahim flickering in the back of her mind like a fragile flame.
“You know,” Kumar said, his voice low as he stood beside her, “we’ve missed spending time with you. It’s been a while since… well, you know.”

Lina froze, her fingers tightening around the clipboard. “That’s in the past,” she said firmly, though her voice trembled slightly. “We’re all adults here. Let’s just focus on what needs to be done.”

Ravi stepped closer, his presence unnerving. “Of course, Lina. We’re just… reminiscing. No harm in that, right?”

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. I promised myself I wouldn’t betray Rahim again, she thought fiercely. But the temptation lingered, a dangerous pull she wasn’t sure she could resist.

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Chapter 34: The return (Act 4)


Lina adjusted the waistband of her maternity dress, the soft fabric clinging gently to her seven-month pregnant belly.

The clipboard in her hands felt more like a distraction than a shield as she moved through the narrow aisles of the sundry shop. Her voice was steady as she called out inventory counts, though she could feel the weight of Ravi and Kumar’s eyes on her from across the room. They had been lingering under the pretense of helping with the stock check, but their glances were anything but professional.

“Lina, you should sit down for a bit,” Ravi called out, his tone laced with concern. He leaned casually against a shelf, his eyes flickering to her rounded figure. “You’ve been on your feet all morning.”

She shook her head, forcing a polite smile. “I’m fine, really. Just a few more items to count.”

Kumar chimed in, stepping closer. “But you’re carrying precious cargo, Lina. You shouldn’t overexert yourself.” His gaze lingered a moment too long on her swollen belly before he quickly looked away.

Lina sighed inwardly, dismissing their words with a wave of her hand. “I know my limits, thank you.” She took a step forward, her focus returning to the shelves. But as she reached up to grab a jar of pickled mangoes, her foot caught on the edge of a loose tile. She stumbled, her breath catching in her throat as the jar slipped from her grasp.

“Lina!” both men shouted in unison, lunging toward her.
Ravi’s arms wrapped around her waist just as Kumar caught her arm, steadying her before she could hit the ground. For a moment, Lina froze, her heart pounding as she instinctively cradled her belly. The baby kicked in response, a reassuring thump against her palm.

“Are you okay?” Ravi asked, his voice tight with worry. His hands lingered on her sides, warm and solid.
Kumar hovered close, his face pale. “Did you hurt yourself? Should we call Rahim?”

Lina shook her head, her pulse slowly returning to normal. “No, no, I’m fine. Just a little shaken.” She took a deep breath, her hand still resting on her belly. “The baby’s moving. Everything’s okay.”
“You’re sure?” Ravi asked, his eyes searching hers.
“Yes,” she replied firmly, though she winced as she shifted her weight. “My leg might be a little twisted, though.”
“Let’s get you somewhere you can sit,”

Kumar said, already guiding her toward the small restroom at the back of the shop. It was a modest space with a single cot where Rahim sometimes napped during long shifts.

Lina hesitated for a moment, but the dull ache in her leg convinced her to accept their help. “Alright, but just for a minute,” she conceded.

They led her to the cot, and she eased herself down with a soft sigh. The tension in the room was palpable as Ravi and

Kumar stood awkwardly nearby, watching her with a mix of concern and something else she couldn’t quite place.
“Do you need anything? Water? A pillow?” Ravi offered, his voice softer now.
“No, I’m okay,” Lina replied, shifting slightly to find a comfortable position. She glanced up at them, forcing another smile. “Thank you for catching me. That could have been much worse.”
“We’re just glad you’re alright,” Kumar said, his gaze dropping to her belly before meeting her eyes again. “You’re… you’re really strong, Lina.”

Lina laughed softly, the sound easing some of the tension in the room. “Thanks, Kumar. I think it’s more stubbornness than strength.”

But as she shifted slightly on the cot, a sharp pain shot through her legs, hips, and neck. She winced, instinctively pressing a hand to her lower back. “I think I just need to rest for a while,” she said, trying to sound dismissive.

Ravi and Kumar exchanged a glance, their concern evident. “Resting might not be enough, Lina,” Ravi said, his voice calm but insistent. “You could’ve pulled something when you stumbled. Let us help.”

Before she could protest further, Ravi left the room and returned moments later with a tube of deep heat rub. He held it up, showing her the label. “This’ll help with the soreness. Trust me.”

Lina hesitated, her brows furrowing. “It’s really not necessary, Ravi. I’ll be fine.”
“With that belly of yours,” Kumar interjected, his tone light but firm, “it’ll be hard for you to reach your legs or neck properly. Let us do this for you. We’re just worried.”

Lina sighed, knowing they had a point. Her pregnant belly made even simple tasks more difficult, and the dull ache in her muscles was becoming harder to ignore. “Alright,” she relented, though her voice carried a hint of reluctance.

Ravi knelt down beside her, gently lifting the hem of her skirt to expose her calves. His hands were warm and steady as he applied the deep heat rub, his fingers working in slow, deliberate circles. The smell of menthol filled the air, a sharp contrast to the tension that lingered between them.

Meanwhile, Kumar stepped behind her, his hands finding her shoulders. “Your neck might have twisted when you fell,” he murmured, his voice low. He began to massage the base of her neck with careful precision, his fingers pressing into the knots of tension there.

Lina closed her eyes, her breath hitching slightly. The initial discomfort began to fade as the heat from the rub seeped into her muscles, but there was something else a sensation that made her skin tingle in a way she wasn’t entirely comfortable with.

She stiffened, her voice barely above a whisper. “This… this is enough. Really.”
But Ravi’s hands didn’t stop. “Just a little longer,” he said softly, his touch lingering on her thighs now. “You need the relief, Lina. It’s important.”

Kumar’s hands moved lower too, his thumbs pressing into the curve of her neck before sliding down her shoulders. “We’re just looking out for you,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “You don’t have to worry.”

Lina’s heart raced, her mind torn between gratitude and unease. The massage had started as something genuine, but now it felt… different. Sensual. She tried to push away the thought, focusing instead on the warmth spreading through her body. But the weight of their hands on her skin was impossible to ignore.

“It’s for your own good,” Ravi said again, his voice smooth as his fingers traced the edge of her skirt. “Just relax, Lina.”
She took a shaky breath, her hands gripping the edge of the cot. The rational part of her knew she should stop them, but the ache in her muscles was fading, replaced by a strange sense of relief she couldn’t quite deny.

“Okay,” she whispered finally, her voice barely audible. “Just… just a little longer.”
Lina shifted uncomfortably on the cot, her pregnant belly making it difficult to find a stable position. Ravi knelt beside her, his hands still resting gently on her calves. “Where else does it hurt?” he asked, his voice soft but insistent.

She winced as she pointed to her hips. “It’s just a little sore there, but really, I’m fine...”
“No, Lina,” Ravi interrupted, his tone firm yet gentle. “You’re not fine. You’re hurting, and I can’t just ignore that.” His eyes held a strange intensity, a mix of concern and something she couldn’t quite place. “Lie on your stomach. It’ll be easier for me to help you.”

Lina hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Ravi, with this belly, it’s not easy to...”
“Please,” he pressed, his hand brushing her arm lightly. “Trust me.”

Reluctantly, she nodded. With a bit of effort, she turned onto her stomach, her belly pressing into the cot. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet part of her trusted Ravi...trusted that he only wanted to help. Still, her heart raced as he slowly lifted the hem of her skirt above her knees, revealing her fair legs.

“Ravi,” she began, her voice trembling, “this isn’t necessary...”
“Shh,” he murmured, his fingers already reaching for the tube of deep heat rub. “Just let me take care of you.” His hands moved to her hips, applying the rub with deliberate care. The warmth spread through her muscles, the menthol scent filling the air as his fingers kneaded her hips and thighs with a boldness that made her breath hitch.

Meanwhile, Kumar stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Your neck muscles are still stiff,” he observed, his voice low and smooth. “I need to apply more of the rub on your back to soothe the pain.”

Lina frowned, confusion flickering across her face. “What do you mean? My back...”
Before she could finish, Kumar’s fingers began unbuttoning the back of her blouse. Her protest was immediate. “Kumar, no! That’s not...”
“It’s just for the massage,” he assured her, his tone calm but firm. “I only want to help you heal faster.”

Her heart pounded as he continued unbuttoning, exposing her back completely save for the thin strap of her bra. The cool air brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She wanted to stop him, to demand that he cover her up, but something in his words and in the warmth of Ravi’s hands on her hips made her hesitate.

Kumar’s hands moved to her back, spreading the deep heat rub over the curve of her spine. His fingers pressed into her muscles, kneading with a boldness that mirrored Ravi’s touch. The sensation was both soothing and unnerving; the warmth of the rub melded with the heat of their hands, creating a tension that coiled deep within her.

This is wrong, Lina thought, her mind racing. They’re helping me. That’s all. But her body betrayed her thoughts, responding to their touch with a warmth that wasn’t entirely from the rub. Her breaths grew shallow as Ravi’s hands moved higher on her thighs, his fingers brushing dangerously close to places they shouldn’t. Kumar’s hands, too, became bolder, his palms sliding lower down her back until they reached the edge of her bra strap.

“Just relax, Lina,” Ravi murmured, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver through her. “We’ve got you.”

“We’re here to take care of you,” Kumar added, his tone equally smooth.

Lina clenched her fists against the cot, her body caught between tension and relief. The rational part of her screamed to stop them, to push them away, but the ache in her muscles was fading, replaced by a strange, undeniable comfort she couldn’t ignore. Her skin tingled under their touch, and though she tried to fight it, a part of her didn’t want them to stop.

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Finally the awaited Double Penetration....

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Chapter 35: The return (Act 5)


The deep heat rub continued to warm her skin, but a different, more treacherous heat was building deep within Lina’s core. Ravi’s hands were still on her upper thighs, his thumbs making slow, possessive circles.

“You know,” Ravi said, his voice a low, practiced hum. “I’m feeling a few more knots. Higher up. The muscle groups are all connected.”

Lina’s breath caught. “Higher up… where?”
“Just above the hips, Lina. The glutes. Your bottom,” he said, the words deliberate and soft.

A flush of hot embarrassment spread across her chest and neck. “My… no. That’s not necessary. I’m feeling much better now, really. I think we can stop.”

“Nonsense,” Kumar chimed in from above her, his hands never pausing their journey across her bare back. “You’re still so tense. The pain receptors are all linked. If we don’t release the tension there, it will just come right back. Ravi knows what he’s doing.”

Lina’s mind raced. She did know there was some truth to that; her brief time as a massage therapist years ago had taught her about referred pain. But this was different. This was humiliating, precarious. Two men. Rahim’s friends. I’m lying here half-exposed.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I really think I’m okay.”
“We’re almost done, Lina. Just relax for us,” Ravi soothed, his tone leaving no room for argument. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt. She felt the tiny metal teeth of the zipper give way with a quiet, terrifying rasp.

“Wait...Ravi, no!” she pleaded, trying to shift her weight, but Kumar’s hands pressed down firmly on her shoulders, pinning her gently but effectively to the cot.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Ravi murmured. “The skirt is in the way. I don’t want to get this oil all over your nice clothes.” He tugged, and the fabric slid down her legs in a whisper of silk, leaving her lying there in nothing but her simple white cotton panties. The air felt shockingly cool on her newly exposed skin.

“God, don’t…” she moaned, turning her face into the cushion, the scent of deep heat and male intention filling her senses.

Ravi’s palms, now slick with more of the warming oil, settled on the full, round curves of her buttocks. She jolted at the direct contact. “Just the massage,” he assured her again, his voice a little thicker now. He began to knead the generous flesh, his strong hands working with a purpose that felt far too intimate. “You have such a magnificent body, Lina. It’s really… filled out since you weren’t pregnant.”

A hot wave of shameful pleasure washed over her at the blunt compliment. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“He’s right,” Kumar said, his voice closer to her ear. “We couldn’t help but notice.” As he spoke, she felt his fingers expertly undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. She gasped as he peeled the garment away from her sides. “This is too nice to ruin with this smell,” he explained, his words smooth as oil. His bare hands returned to her skin, roaming her entire back before sliding around to cup the heavy swell of her pregnant stomach for a moment. Then they drifted higher, his thumbs stroking along the sensitive underside of her breasts where they spilled from her bra.

Every touch was a spark. Ravi’s hands were mapping the entire landscape of her lower body, his fingers skimming the edge of her panties, tracing the crease where her thigh met her bottom. Each time he neared that intimate junction, a jolt of electric anticipation would shoot through her. She bit down on her lip, stifling a sound that was trying to escape.

“See? The tension is right here,” Ravi murmured, his fingers applying a firm, circular pressure high on her inner thighs. “So tight.” His thumb brushed against the dampening cotton fabric between her legs.
A small, choked whimper escaped her before she could stop it.

“It’s okay,” Kumar whispered, his breath warm against her ear. His hand slid from her side-boob around to the front, his palm resting possessively on her sternum, feeling the frantic rabbit-beat of her heart. “Just let us take care of you. Let it feel good.”

Ravi’s fingers didn’t stop their relentless, teasing exploration, circling closer and closer to the epicenter of the heat he was stoking. The thin cotton of her panties was a flimsy barrier, and she could feel the slick evidence of her own arousal beginning to seep through. They know. They can feel how wet I’m getting. Oh god.

“You’re so responsive, Lina,” Ravi said, his voice husky with a hunger he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. “Such a beautiful, responsive woman.” His fingertip finally, deliberately, grazed directly over the soaked center of her panties.

Lina’s body arched off the cot of its own volition, a sharp, silent gasp ripped from her throat. Her protests died, burned away by the fire they had so skillfully built. She was losing, and a treacherous, hungry part of her no longer wanted to win.

Ravi stood up abruptly, wiping his hands on a towel before walking over to the stand fan in the corner of the room. He fiddled with the switch, but the fan remained stubbornly silent. “Damn thing’s not working,” he muttered, frustration lacing his tone. He turned back to Kumar, nodding subtly as if signaling something unspoken between them.

“It’s getting too hot in here,” Ravi said aloud, his voice casual but with an underlying tension. “Lina, you’re sweating quite a bit. We all are. Might need to shed some layers to cool down.”

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Chapter 35: The return (Act 6)


Lina’s eyes widened as she heard the unmistakable clink of belts being unbuckled. “Wait, hold on...” she started, her voice trembling, but it was already too late. Both men were stripping off their shirts and pants, leaving them in nothing but their briefs. Her breath hitched as she caught a glimpse of their semi-erect cocks straining against the fabric.

“This isn’t necessary,” Lina protested weakly, her voice barely audible, caught somewhere between pain, pleasure, and shame. “You can stop the massage now.”

Kumar chuckled lowly, stepping closer to the cot. “Nonsense, Lina. You’re still so tense. We’re just trying to help.” He positioned himself at her head, his crotch dangerously close to her face as he continued massaging her back, side boobs, and stomach area. Every time he moved to knead her lower back, his crotch brushed against her cheek, the heat and musky scent of his arousal unmistakable.

Lina could feel the faint outline of his cock pressing against her face as he began a slow, deliberate dry hump under the guise of working on her muscles. “You’re so tight here,” Kumar murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Just relax, let us take care of you.”

Meanwhile, Ravi’s hands had returned to her thighs, his fingers skimming the edge of her soaked panties. “God, Lina,” he said, his voice husky. “You’re so wet. These panties are in the way. They’re making it harder to give you proper relief.” His hands lingered on the damp fabric, teasing her with the faintest of touches.

“No, please!!!” Lina’s protest was cut short as Ravi slid her panties down in one smooth motion, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. She gasped, her body tensing, but Ravi’s hands were already on her bare ass, kneading the soft flesh with practiced ease.

“There we go,” Ravi purred, his fingers brushing dangerously close to her most intimate area before retreating to her ass cheeks again. “Much better.” He repeated the motion, each time letting his fingers linger a little longer near her entrance until Lina found herself lifting her hips slightly, unconsciously inviting more.

Up above, Kumar’s hands moved to the back of her bra. With practiced ease, he unhooked it, sliding it off her shoulders and exposing her full breasts to the cool air. “There,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now you can breathe easier.”

“This… this has gone too far,” Lina whispered, her voice shaking. But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her, arching into their touches, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“We’re just helping you relax,” Ravi insisted, his fingers now stroking her inner thighs with deliberate slowness. “Isn’t that right, Kumar?”

“Absolutely,” Kumar replied, his crotch still rubbing against her face as he massaged her shoulders. “You’ve been so stressed lately, Lina. Let us take care of you for once.”

Lina’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions of shame, desire, guilt but the relentless stimulation was overwhelming.

Her wavering faith in her marriage to Rahim seemed to dissolve with every touch, every word from the two men who had her completely at their mercy.

“Just… let it feel good,” Ravi murmured, his fingers circling her slick folds with agonizing precision. “You deserve this, Lina.”

Her body shuddered, and she let out a soft moan, no longer able to fight the tide of pleasure crashing over her. The room was thick with heat not just from their bodies but from the undeniable tension between them and Lina was losing herself in it, one touch at a time.

Lina’s body shuddered violently as a soft moan escaped her lips, her resistance crumbling under the relentless assault of pleasure. She was now completely nude, her skin glistening with a mix of sweat and oil. Ravi, sensing her surrender, gripped her hips firmly and lifted her buttocks, positioning her nearly on all fours. His hands moved with deliberate precision, massaging her pussy, his fingers teasing her entrance.

“You’re so tense here, Lina,” Ravi murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Let me help you relax.” He spread her ass cheeks wide, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. “I think I need to apply something wet to make sure the muscles contract properly. Don’t you agree?”

Lina knew it was just another excuse, but she was powerless to stop him. She let out a shaky breath as Ravi leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick her ass cheeks.

The sensation was both humiliating and electrifying. His saliva coated her skin, the wetness only heightening the intensity of his touch.

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Chapter 35: The return (Act 7)


Kumar, meanwhile, was kneading her side boobs, his hands moving up to cup her full breasts. “My God, Lina,” he groaned, his voice low and appreciative. “They’ve gotten even bigger since the last time I saw them. You’re glowing."

His crotch pressed against her face, the fabric of his underwear brushing against her cheek. Lina tried to close her eyes, but the unmistakable hardness of Kumar’s cock made it impossible to ignore. His fully erect cock head popped out of his underwear, hitting her face with each thrust.

“Please… stop,” Lina whimpered, her voice trembling. But her plea was met with a deep groan from Kumar as he cupped her face with one hand and pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.

“Open up, Lina,” Kumar urged, his tone gentle but insistent. “You’re such a good girl. Just let it happen.”

Lina tried to move away, but Kumar’s grip was firm. After a few hesitant strokes, she adjusted to the rhythm of his movements, her mouth taking him in. She couldn’t bear to open her eyes, the shame and pleasure warring within her.

“That’s it,” Kumar praised, his voice ragged. “You’re perfect, Lina. God, you’re so perfect.”

Ravi didn’t let up either, his tongue now focused on her pussy, licking and probing with a hunger that left Lina breathless. His palms rested on her ass cheeks, squeezing them as he devoured her.

“You taste so sweet,” Ravi muttered between licks, his voice muffled but fervent. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Lina’s body convulsed as Ravi brought her to a climax, her juices coating his tongue. She let out a broken sob, the overwhelming sensations tearing through her.

The room was filled with the sounds of sucking, slurping, and moaning, a symphony of lust and desperation. Kumar continued to thrust into her mouth, his groans mingling with Ravi’s murmurs of approval.

“You’re doing so well, Lina,” Kumar cooed, his hand stroking her hair. “Just a little longer. Let us take care of you.”

Ravi pulled back momentarily, his lips glistening as he looked up at her. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, his voice tender yet possessive. “We’ve waited so long for this moment.”

Lina couldn’t speak; her mind was a whirlwind and a treacherous flicker of pleasure she couldn’t deny. She felt used and yet desired, torn between the degrading nature of the situation and the undeniable ecstasy it brought.

As Kumar’s pace quickened and Ravi’s tongue resumed its relentless assault, Lina knew there was no turning back. The two men had her completely at their mercy, and despite her inner turmoil, her body betrayed her, surrendering to the pleasure they were determined to give and take from her that afternoon.

Ravi stood up abruptly, his hands moving to the waistband of his briefs. He slid them down in one swift motion, leaving himself completely nude. 

He glanced at Kumar, who was already bare, and signaled silently. Kumar nodded, pulling his cock away from Lina’s mouth with a slick pop and moving behind her. His hands gripped her hips as he lowered his face to her still-quivering pussy, his tongue dragging along her sensitive folds.

Lina gasped, her body arching involuntarily. She thought she might get a moment of reprieve, but it was short-lived. Ravi’s hands cupped her face, his thick cock pressing against her lips. “Open up, Lina,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. She hesitated, her eyes wide with conflicting emotions, but he wasted no time, pushing past her lips and into her mouth.

“Mmm… that’s it,” Ravi groaned, his hips moving slowly as he began to fuck her face. Lina’s hands instinctively came up to push him away, but he kept a firm grip on her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Beneath her, Kumar’s tongue worked her pussy with a relentless rhythm, alternating between broad licks and focused flicks on her clit. Ravi’s other hand slipped under her body, his fingers kneading her breasts as she was forced to suck him.

After a while, Ravi pulled out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting his cock to her swollen lips. “Let’s make this easier for you, sweetheart,” he said, guiding her onto her back.

Kumar stayed where he was, his hands spreading her thighs wider to give him better access to her glistening pussy. But both men paused as they took in the sight of Lina’s pregnant body, particularly her breasts, which had grown fuller and heavier since they’d last seen her nude.

“God, look at these,” Ravi breathed, his hands immediately cupping her breasts. “They’ve gotten even bigger. Perfect for sucking.”

“And so fucking soft,” Kumar added, leaning in to capture one nipple between his lips while Ravi claimed the other. They sucked hard, their tongues swirling and teeth grazing until Lina whimpered, her back arching off the cot.

“S-stop… please,” Lina moaned, her voice trembling. But even as she protested, her hands found themselves tangled in their hair, pulling them closer. Her body was betraying her again, rising to meet their mouths.

Kumar chuckled darkly against her breast. “You don’t mean that, Lina. Look how much you’re enjoying this.” His fingers returned to her pussy, sliding two digits inside her with ease. Her wetness coated his hand as he thrust deep and hard, increasing the tempo with each stroke. He pulled his fingers out briefly, licking them clean with a satisfied smirk. “So sweet,” he murmured. “You taste like heaven.”

Meanwhile, Ravi had positioned himself over her face again, his cock nudging her lips. “Suck me, Lina,” he ordered, his voice rough with desire. She obeyed reluctantly, her lips wrapping around him as he resumed kneading her breasts.

“We’ve waited so long for this,” Ravi muttered, his hips moving in sync with Kumar’s fingers. “I want to hear you moan louder, Lina.”

But then, his voice dropped lower, almost guttural, as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “But that’s not all I’ve been waiting for, sweetheart. You see, I’ve got this… fantasy. A personal one. I’ve been dreaming about taking you by your asshole. Judging by how tight your pussy walls are, I reckon you’ve got a tight little ass too. And you know what’s even better?” He paused, letting the words hang in the air like a threat. “Kumar and I? We’re going to fuck both your holes at the same time. Double the pleasure for us, at least.”

Lina’s eyes widened, her body stiffening in horror. “No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Ravi, please....”

But he didn’t let her finish. “Oh, it’s happening, Lina. I’ve pictured it so many times, you on your hands and knees, screaming as we stretch you to the limit.

You’ll feel every inch of us, filling you up, pounding you raw. It’s going to be graphic, baby. Just like those porn movies you’ve probably seen. And trust me, no one’s coming to save you.”

Kumar chuckled darkly from behind her, his fingers still working her pussy with cruel precision. “He’s right, Lina. You’re going to be begging for more. But don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you. You’ll moan louder than you ever have before.”

Lina’s mind raced, panic and dread coursing through her veins. She tried to push herself up, but Kumar’s free hand pressed down on her lower back, holding her in place. “Please,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “Don’t do this. It’s… it’s too much. I can’t...”

Ravi cut her off again, his tone dripping with sadistic amusement. “Oh, you can and you will, Lina. This is happening whether you like it or not. And when we’re done with you, you’ll be stretched to a whole new level. Screaming, moaning, begging...it’s all part of the fun.”

She shuddered, her body betraying her with a traitorous shiver of anticipation beneath the overwhelming fear. She knew this would be the worst of all her infidelities, a violation so deep, so degrading, that she’d never be able to forget it.

“Please,” she tried again, her voice barely audible. “I’m begging you… don’t do this.”
But Ravi just smirked, his hand stroking her cheek as if she were a pet he was about to punish. “Too late, Lina. You’re ours now.”

The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the obscene wetness of their actions.

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Chapter 35: The return (Act 8)


Kumar grinned up at her from between her thighs. “Yeah, let it out. We’re here to make you feel good.” He added a third finger, stretching her carefully but insistently.

“We are just starting,” Ravi added, his tone darkening, his hands still gripping her hips possessively. “We’ve talked about this for years...having you at the same time. You’re finally here, Lina. And now you’re carrying Rahim’s baby… it makes it even hotter.”

Kumar chuckled, interrupting with a sly grin as he pulled his fingers from her slick folds and licked them clean. “Baby?” he mused, his voice dripping with mockery.

“You think that’s Rahim’s child she’s carrying? Oh, Ravi, you’re in for a surprise.”
Ravi froze, his eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Kumar leaned back slightly, his smirk widening. “Seven months ago, in my flat… remember the night we all went clubbing? Rahim passed out early, but Lina stayed behind. We didn’t just talk, my friend. I cum inside her raw that night. Filled her up so deep, she could barely walk straight when I was done. And now, here she is… probably carrying my seed.”

Lina’s breath hitched, her face pale as tears welled in her eyes. “No, that’s not true! Stop lying!” she cried, her voice trembling.

Ravi’s expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, then to simmering anger. His grip on her tightened. “Wait a minute… I slept with her seven months ago too,” he said slowly, his voice low and dangerous. “After that same club night, in my van. But she made me use a condom. She insisted.” He glared at Lina, betrayal burning in his eyes. “You wouldn’t let cum inside you, but you let him?”

Kumar laughed, a deep, satisfied sound that only deepened Ravi’s fury. “Oh, she didn’t just let me,” he taunted. “She begged for it. I still remember the way she moaned as I emptied myself inside her. Every last drop.”

Lina shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. “No! It’s not true! I never....you’re twisting everything!”

Ravi’s jaw clenched as he leaned closer to her, his voice a menacing whisper. “You lied to me, Lina. You denied me something you gave to him. But don’t worry… after you deliver this baby, I’m going to make sure you carry my seed next time. I’ll cum inside you over and over until it takes.”

“Stop it!” Lina screamed, her voice breaking as she thrashed weakly against their hold. “You’re both disgusting!”

Kumar only laughed harder, his hands moving to cup her pregnant belly mockingly. “Disgusting? Oh, Lina, you didn’t seem to think so when you let me take you from behind that night. Admit it...you wanted it. You wanted me.”

Lina’s sobs filled the room as the truth hung heavy in the air, undeniable and brutal. Her body trembled, caught between the shame of their revelations and the unrelenting pleasure they had forced upon her. The two men exchanged knowing glances, their shared desire for her now laced with a dark, possessive rivalry.

Lina’s heart raced as Ravi’s icy voice slithered into her ear, his threat hanging heavy in the air. She knew she was trapped, but her mind scrambled for a way out. Then, a daring plan formed, a way to turn their greed and jealousy against each other. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling but laced with venom as she looked up at them, tears still streaming down her face.

“You want to know the truth?” she spat, her voice cracking but gaining strength. “Fine. I’ll tell you the truth. I slept with Kumar out of pity at first. He looked miserable, always staring at me like a lost puppy. But then… I saw his cock. It was bigger than yours, Ravi. Much bigger.”

Ravi’s eyes narrowed, his face twisting in rage. “What the hell are you saying, Lina?”
Kumar smirked, clearly enjoying the turn of events. “She’s saying I’m better than you, Ravi. Bigger. Thicker. And my sperm? Thick and fertile. Not that watery nonsense you’ve got.” He laughed cruelly, his eyes locked on Ravi’s furious expression.

Lina seized the moment, her voice rising as she continued to provoke them. “That’s right. When Ravi came inside me, it barely filled the condom. It was pitiful. But Kumar? He filled me to the brim. I could feel every drop inside me, and it was… amazing.”

Ravi’s fists clenched, his knuckles white. “You lying whore,” he growled, his voice deadly calm. “You’re just trying to mess with my head.”

“Am I?” Lina shot back, her voice sharp and mocking. “Ask him what happened that night in his flat. Go on, ask him how I begged for more. How I melted under him because he knew exactly how to use that big cock of his.”

Kumar chuckled, clearly reveling in Ravi’s growing fury. “She’s not lying, Ravi. She was desperate for me. Couldn’t get enough. Kept moaning my name, begging me to go deeper.”

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Chapter 36: The return (Act 9)


Ravi lunged at Kumar, his fist connecting with the other man’s face with a sickening crunch. “You son of a bitch!” he roared, blood spraying from Kumar’s nose.

Kumar staggered back, his laughter turning into a snarl. “You think you can take me?” he spat, launching himself at Ravi with equal ferocity. The two naked men collided, their bodies slamming into each other with raw, animalistic rage.

Lina didn’t waste a second. She slid off the cot, grabbed her clothes, and quickly pulled on her bra and skirt, her hands shaking but moving with purpose. As the men continued to brawl, oblivious to her actions, she slipped out of the room and ran to the kitchen section in the shop. Her mind raced as she searched the drawers, her fingers closing around the handles of two large knives.

She returned to the room just long enough to hurl the knives onto the floor between the struggling men. “You want me again?” she called out, her voice cold and commanding. “Then fight for it. The winner gets to seed me over and over until he’s satisfied.”

Both men froze for a split second, their eyes locking on the knives before shifting back to each other. The air in the room crackled with tension as they both lunged for the weapons, their naked bodies slick with sweat and blood.

Lina stepped back, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she watched the chaos unfold. Ravi and Kumar slashed at each other wildly, their movements fueled by rage and desperation. The metallic tang of blood filled the air as they traded blows, their curses and screams echoing through the room.

Lina didn’t wait to see who would win. Turning on her heel, she bolted from the room, her clothes now fully on and her heart pounding in her chest.

She peered into the room, her eyes widening as she saw Ravi repeatedly stabbing Kumar in his stomach. Blood soaked the floor as Kumar writhed in agony, his hands clutching at his wounds.

“Kumar!” Lina shouted, her voice sharp and commanding. “If you win, you can have me all night! Show him who’s the real man!”

Kumar’s eyes lit up with a fierce determination despite his injuries. “You hear that, Ravi?” he spat through gritted teeth, blood trickling from his mouth. “She wants me now. Not you.”

Ravi’s face twisted in fury, his eyes blazing as he turned to Lina. “You treacherous bitch! You think he’s better than me? I’ll show you who deserves you!”

Before Ravi could lunge at Lina, Kumar, with a surge of adrenaline, grabbed the knife from Ravi’s hand and plunged it cleanly into Ravi’s back. Ravi let out a guttural scream, stumbling forward as Kumar yanked the blade out and stabbed him again, and again.

“You thought you could take her from me?” Kumar roared, his voice thick with pain and rage. “She’s mine! Always has been!”

Ravi turned with a snarl, his own knife slashing wildly. He managed to catch Kumar across the neck, a deep gash spraying blood across the room. Both men staggered, their movements slowing as their strength drained away.

“You… you lost…” Kumar gasped, collapsing to his knees. “She’s mine…”
“No,” Ravi choked out, blood bubbling from his lips. “She’s… lying… to us…”

Lina stood frozen in the doorway, watching as both men crumpled to the floor, their bodies twitching weakly amidst the pool of blood. The room fell eerily silent except for their shallow, ragged breaths.

“It’s over,” Lina whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She stepped back, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone. With a few quick taps, she dialed the security officer, her voice shaking as she reported the gruesome scene. Next, she called Rahim, her tone filled with panic and distress.

“Rahim, please come quickly! There’s been… there’s been a fight. They’ve hurt each other badly. I don’t know what to do!”

By the time Rahim and the security officer arrived, Lina was in tears, her face a mask of inconsolable grief. She clung to Rahim as the officers entered the room, their faces grim as they surveyed the carnage.

“They’re both dead,” one officer confirmed, shaking his head. “What happened here?”
Lina sobbed, her voice breaking as she spoke. “I don’t know… they were arguing, and then… they started fighting. I tried to stop them, but it was too late…”

Rahim held her tightly, his face pale with shock. “It’s okay, Lina. You did everything you could.”

As the security officer began their investigation, Lina buried her face in Rahim’s chest, her tears masking the relief she felt deep inside. She had survived the nightmare for now but she knew the scars of this day would haunt her forever.

The entire place was swarmed with cops and reporters, the air thick with tension and curiosity. The main security officer officer in charge barked orders, closing off the area and turning to Lina and Rahim with a stern expression. “We’ll need both of you to come down to the station to provide a statement,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

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Chapter 36: The return (Act 10)


Lina clung to Rahim, her face streaked with tears, as the security officer quickly ushered them into a squad car. The drive to the station was silent except for the sound of her quiet sobs. At the station, they were led into a small interrogation room where another officer waited, pen poised over a notepad.

“Can you tell us what happened?” the officer asked, his voice calm but probing.
Lina took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she began to recount her carefully fabricated story. “We were all doing stock checking in the store,” she said, her voice shaky but clear. “I had a slip and hurt myself. Ravi and Kumar offered to help me rest in the back room, but… but once we were inside, they started undressing themselves.” She paused, wiping away fresh tears. “They tried to force themselves on me, but they got into a fight over who would go first. It got so violent… I managed to run out and call the security officer.”

The officer frowned, jotting down notes. “And the knives? How did those get involved?”

Lina hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. “They… they threatened me with them earlier,” she lied, her voice trembling. “They said if I didn’t submit, they’d hurt me.

But then they turned on each other instead. Neither of them wanted to be second…” Her voice broke, and she buried her face in her hands. Rahim’s face turned pale, his fists clenching as he listened. “Those bastards,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with anger and guilt. He turned to Lina, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry, Lina. I should’ve been there. I should’ve protected you.”

Lina looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “It’s not your fault,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You couldn’t have known… but they’ve always been perverts. I told you before, didn’t I?”
Rahim nodded, his jaw tightening. “You did… and I didn’t listen. I’m so sorry.”

The news of the incident spread like wildfire through the neighborhood. Reporters camped outside the shop, their cameras flashing and microphones shoved in every direction, trying to piece together the sensational story. Inside her flat, Lina stayed hidden, avoiding the chaos outside. She knew the truth was too dangerous to share even with Rahim.

A few days later, the wives of Ravi and Kumar came to visit her. They sat awkwardly in the living room, their faces drawn with grief and shame.

“We… we heard what happened,” Ravi’s wife said hesitantly. “We just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Kumar’s wife nodded, her eyes red from crying. “We knew our husbands… had their eyes on you. We never thought it would come to this.”

Lina lowered her gaze, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Thank you for understanding,” she said softly. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

As the wives left, Lina felt a strange mix of relief and guilt. While she mourned the lives lost, she couldn’t deny the overwhelming sense of freedom that came with knowing her secrets were safe and that Ravi and Kumar were no longer a threat.

The shop remained closed for a month as the security officer completed their investigation and the cleanup crew scrubbed away the gruesome evidence from the scene. The families of the deceased held a week-long mourning period, their cries of grief echoing through the neighborhood.

One evening, as Lina and Rahim sat together in their flat, the weight of the past weeks hung heavy in the air.
“Do you think we can ever move past this?” Rahim asked quietly, his voice filled with doubt.

Lina placed a hand on his arm, looking into his eyes. “We’ll get through this together,” she said firmly. “But we need to focus on rebuilding our lives. The shop… our marriage… our child....everything.”

Rahim nodded, though his expression remained troubled. “I can’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened if things went differently,” he admitted. “If I had been there…”

“Don’t do this to yourself,” Lina interrupted gently but firmly. “What’s done is done. We can’t change the past, but we can choose how we move forward.”

For the first time since the incident, a faint smile touched Rahim’s lips. “You’re right,” he said, pulling her closer. “As long as we have each other, we’ll be okay.”

Lina rested her head on his shoulder, her mind drifting to the future. The nightmare was over, and for now, that was enough. Lina rested her head on his shoulder, her mind drifting to the future. The nightmare was over, and for now, that was enough.

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Chapter 36: The return (Act 11)


The air in the bedroom was still and heavy, much like the weight pressing down on Lina’s chest. She jolted awake, a silent scream caught in her throat, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The sheets were tangled around her legs, damp with the cold sweat that clung to her skin.

Not again.

She focused on the steady rhythm of Rahim’s breathing beside her, a grounding force in the disorienting darkness. The digital clock on the bedside table glowed a soft 3:17 AM. The dream was always the same, a chaotic blur of shouting, the metallic tang of blood in the air, and the feeling of rough hands that weren’t Rahim’s. But the worst part was the silence that followed, the terrifying, accusing silence of two men whose lives ended because of her.

She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the robust, insistent kick of her eight-month-old baby. A life she had fought for. A life that might not be her husband’s.

“Lina?” Rahim’s voice was thick with sleep, but his arm was instantly around her, pulling her close. His body was a furnace against her chilled skin. “The dream?”

She could only nod, burying her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar, safe scent of sandalwood and soap. “It was so real,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
“Shhh, it’s over. They’re gone. They can’t hurt you anymore,” he murmured, his lips moving against her temple. His hand stroked her back in slow, comforting circles. “You’re safe here with me. Both of you are.”

But are we? The question screamed inside her head. Are you safe from the truth?
“The doctor said the stress isn’t good for the baby,” Rahim continued, his voice laced with concern. “You have to try to let it go, my love. What those monsters tried to do… it’s in the past. We have to focus on the future.” His palm slid from her back to cradle the immense curve of her belly, his touch impossibly gentle. “Our future.”

“I’m trying, Rahim. I really am.” She closed her eyes, guilt curdling in her stomach. His faith in her was a shield she felt utterly unworthy of holding. “Sometimes it feels like the walls of this flat are closing in on me. I just want to feel normal again.”

“This is what’s normal for now. For your safety. Our safety,” he said, his tone firm yet loving. He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. The moonlight filtering through the window caught the determined set of his jaw. “The shop is doing well. Everyone asks about you. They all send their prayers.”

“Do they?” she asked, her voice small. “Or do they whisper? Do they wonder what really happened in that back room?”

“No one wonders anything,” he stated, though a flicker of something uncertain doubt, perhaps...passed behind his eyes so quickly she almost missed it. “The security officer closed the case. It was a terrible tragedy. That’s all.”

He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was meant to be reassuring, a soft pressure meant to quiet her fears. But for Lina, it ignited a different kind of panic. She kissed him back, pouring all her fear and desperate love into it, her hands coming up to frame his face.

His response was immediate, the kiss deepening from one of comfort to something warmer, hungrier. His thumb stroked her cheek as his other hand remained splayed possessively over their child. The sheer size of her stomach was a palpable barrier between them, a constant reminder of the life they’d created and the secrets she kept.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing a little heavier. Rahim’s eyes were dark with a desire of protectiveness.
“I miss you,” he breathed, his forehead resting against hers. “I miss us. The way we were.”

Lina leaned into Rahim, her whisper trembling with a mix of desperation and longing. "I’m right here," she said, her voice soft but insistent, though she knew exactly what he meant. Their intimacy had become careful, cautious, governed by doctor’s orders and the ghost of her trauma. But tonight, she needed him to see her not just as the woman carrying his child, but as the woman who still yearned for his touch.

Rahim’s response was hesitant, his hand rubbing her back in slow circles. "Lina, I… I’m not comfortable right now," he admitted, his voice thick with restraint. "You’re heavily pregnant, and I don’t want to risk hurting you or the baby. My priority is protecting you. That’s all that matters to me."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken tension. He pulled her closer, letting her rest her head on his chest, hoping the steady beat of his heart would offer her some comfort. But deep down, he thought, I’m suppressing my own desires for her. It’s been months since we’ve been intimate, and I’ve been selfish to hold back under the guise of protecting her.

Lina’s fingers clutched at his shirt, her voice breaking as she pleaded, "Rahim, please. I need this. I need to forget everything that happened. Just let me feel close to you again." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her vulnerability laid bare before him.

Rahim’s chest tightened at her plea. He could hear the pain in her voice, the weight of the past six months pressing down on her. She’s right, he thought. I’ve been so focused on safeguarding her that I’ve neglected what she truly needs.

But then, unbidden thoughts crept into his mind...rumors he’d overheard in the flat corridors, whispered tales of Lina and the two men who were now gone. Did she really seduce Ravi and Kumar? Did they…? He shook his head sharply, trying to dispel the images forming in his mind.

One rumor claimed Lina had been caught in a wild three-way session by sucking one man while being taken from behind.

Another insisted she’d pleasured both men simultaneously, her breasts pressed against them as they thrust into her. The most graphic version detailed a double penetration, both men claiming her at once, their release spilling inside her.

Rahim’s jaw clenched, his body reacting to the anger and arousal stirred by these invasive thoughts. No, he told himself firmly. Those are just rumors. Lina would never do such things. She’s always been faithful, always been mine. He remembered how she’d expressed discomfort around Ravi and Kumar, how she’d distanced herself from them. It doesn’t make sense. She wouldn’t betray me like that.

But the heat of his anger lingered, a fire he couldn’t extinguish. His cock throbbed involuntarily, a mix of rage and desire he didn’t want to acknowledge. He swallowed hard, pushing those dark thoughts aside, focusing instead on the woman in his arms, the mother of his child, the woman he loved more than anything.

"Let me protect you," he murmured, his voice firm but gentle. "That’s all I can offer right now. Please understand, Lina." She sighed deeply, her body trembling against his. "I understand," she whispered, though the ache in her voice told him she didn’t. Not entirely.

Rahim held her tighter, letting her drift into sleep on his chest, his mind a whirlwind of doubt, desire, and devotion.

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Chapter 36: The return (Act 12)


He watched her sleep, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft part of her lips. That image of her, so vulnerable and pleading, flashed behind his eyes again.

“Please, Rahim…” Her voice, laced with a desperation he’d never heard before, finally broke the dam of his restraint. The whirlwind in his mind ceased, replaced by a singular, possessive impulse.

He moved without another conscious thought. His mouth found hers in a sudden, deep kiss that was nothing like his usual tender caress. It was a claiming. A muffled sound of surprise escaped Lina’s throat as she stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to find his face inches from hers, his kiss swallowing her confusion.
"R-Rahim…?" she managed to gasp when he pulled back just enough for her to speak.

He didn’t answer with words. His hands were already on her, working with a frantic energy that shocked her. He gripped the hem of her nightdress and pulled it up and over her head in one swift, almost violent motion. The cool night air hit her skin, and she instinctively tried to cover herself, but he was already moving, his fingers finding the clasp of her bra. It was a cheap, utilitarian thing, stretched to its limits by her pregnancy-swollen breasts, and it gave way with a sharp snap of metal and lace.

He ripped her panties down her thighs, the fabric tearing at the seams, leaving her completely bare beneath him.
"Rahim, what are you..." Her voice was a mixture of alarm and a dawning, unwelcome thrill.

He flipped her onto her back, the movement firm and decisive. She watched, wide-eyed, as he tore at his own clothes, buttons on his pajama shirt popping and skittering across the floor. He was naked in seconds, and her gaze dropped to the rigid, thick length of his cock, standing proud and fully erect. A shiver, cold and hot at once, ran through her.

He didn’t give her time to process it. He descended on her, his mouth going straight to her chest. He didn’t just kiss her breasts; he devoured them. He took one heavy, swollen mound into his mouth and sucked, hard.

"Ah! Rahim!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed.
He pulled back, his voice a low, ragged growl against her wet skin. "You begged for this, Lina. You lay there begging for my cock. Now you’re going to get it. All of it."

His words sent a jolt straight through her core. Before she could form a reply, his mouth was on her again, more aggressive now. His teeth grazed the tender, sensitive flesh around her areola, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to make her gasp and clutch at the sheets. His tongue swirled roughly over her hardened nipple, then he bit down on the soft underside of her breast, sucking the flesh into his mouth as if he wanted to consume her.

"God, they’ve gotten so big," he groaned, his voice muffled against her skin. "So fucking perfect. I can't get enough." He moved to the other breast, his mouth a hot, hungry brand. He was trying to cover as much of her as he could, his lips and teeth grazing, marking, possessing every inch of the soft, pale skin.

"Please… slow down," she moaned, her own body betraying her, heating under his brutal attention. Her protest was weak, thready.

It was the wrong thing to say. It only fueled him. He sucked harder on her nipple, his hand coming up to knead her other breast almost roughly, his fingers pressing into the yielding flesh.

Rahim’s hands slid down her body, his touch rough and urgent, skimming her swollen belly before settling between her thighs. He spread her legs wider, his breath hot against her skin as he lowered his face to her pussy. Without warning, he began to lick her with a ferocity that made her gasp, his tongue diving deep, relentless, as if he wanted to taste every bit of her.

“Ah! Rahim, what are you...” Lina’s voice trembled, her hands gripping the sheets as her body betrayed her, arching into his lips.

He didn’t respond, his mouth working her with a savage intensity that left her breathless. But just as quickly as he’d started, he pulled away, leaving her clenching around nothing. He climbed back up her body, his cock fully erect and throbbing inches from her face. His eyes were dark, wild, and when he spoke, his voice was low and demanding.
“Suck it,” he growled, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Lina hesitated, her lips parting as she looked up at him, her expression a mix of fear and confusion. “Rahim, I’ve never seen you like this. You’re scaring me.”
His grip tightened, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Do it. Now.”

She obeyed, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock as she began to suck tentatively. Rahim let out a deep groan, his hands moving to knead and squeeze her breasts roughly, his thumbs flicking over her stiff nipples. “Harder,” he commanded, his voice trembling with need. “Don’t hold back.”

Lina sucked harder, her tongue swirling around his shaft as Rahim began to thrust into her mouth, pushing her face deeper onto his cock with each movement. She could feel his length hitting the back of her throat, and though she gagged slightly, she didn’t pull away. Her own arousal was undeniable, her body responding to his dominance in ways she hadn’t expected.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hands still playing with her breasts. “You’re so good at this. Tell me...who taught you how to suck cock like this? Was it Ravi? Or Kumar?”

Lina froze, her eyes widening in shock. She tried to pull back, but Rahim held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered, her voice muffled around his length.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Rahim hissed, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “I’ve heard the rumors. I know they’ve had their filthy hands on you. But you’re mine, Lina. This...” he thrust deep into her mouth again...“is the only cock you need. Do you understand me?”

Lina’s mind raced, panic and arousal warring within her. Does he know? she thought desperately. How much does he know? She couldn’t deny the way his words sent a thrill through her, even as shame burned in her chest.

Rahim leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to take every inch of me, Lina. And when I’m done with your mouth, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget their names.”

She whimpered, the sound vibrating around his cock as he continued to thrust into her mouth. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Rahim muttered darkly, his hands roaming her body possessively. “You wanted me to stop being gentle. Well, here I am. I’m going to make sure you never think of anyone else but me.”

Lina moaned around him, her own body betraying her as she found herself growing wetter by the second. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was by this side of Rahim, a side she’d never seen before. But beneath the heat was a lingering fear, a question she couldn’t shake: How much does he really know or is he just venting from the rumours?

Rahim couldn’t believe the words that had slipped from his lips...words he’d never imagined saying to Lina. The jealousy, the suspicion, it all boiled over in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He shouldn’t have said it, but the thought of Ravi or Kumar touching her, defiling her with their filthy hands, drove him mad. His grip tightened reflexively, a possessive need surging through him as he watched her wide, panicked eyes.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered under his breath, his voice low and rough. “But God, Lina, if those rumors are true…” He trailed off, his jaw clenching as he struggled to keep control. “The idea of anyone else touching you...it makes me want to...” He cut himself off, his body trembling with suppressed rage and desire.

His knee nudged her thighs apart, the movement firm and deliberate. The blunt, hot head of his cock pressed against her entrance, and she gasped at the contact, her body betraying her by how wet she already was. She tried to speak, to protest or explain, but all that came out was a sharp, shuddering moan as he began to push inside.

“Rahim, please...” she started, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a deep, consuming kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her as his hips pushed forward, burying himself deeper inside her with every thrust.

He pulled back just enough to growl against her lips, “You’re mine, Lina. Every inch of you belongs to me.” His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts roughly, his thumbs flicking over her stiff nipples as he continued to fuck her with an intensity she’d never experienced before.
She whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders as he moved inside her. “Rahim, it’s...it’s too much,” she gasped, her body trembling beneath him.

“No,” he ground out, his thrusts unrelenting. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted me to stop being gentle. You wanted me to show you who you belong to.” He leaned down, his mouth capturing one swollen nipple, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I..I don’t know,” she stammered, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Her body arched into his touch, even as she tried to pull away. “I didn’t...I never wanted this.”

“Liar,” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He shifted her hips, angling himself deeper, and she cried out as he hit a spot that sent sparks shooting through her. “You’re wet for me, Lina. Your body doesn’t lie.” He kissed her again, his tongue dominating hers as he continued to pound into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

She moaned into his mouth, her resistance crumbling as her body responded to his relentless assault. “Rahim,” she whispered brokenly when he finally pulled back to let her breathe. “Please…”

“Please what?” he demanded, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desire. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want… I want you,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “Only you.”

His expression softened for just a moment before the intensity returned. “Then take all of me,” he said, thrusting deeper still. “And don’t you ever forget who owns this pussy.”

She cried out as he buried himself fully inside her, her nails digging into his back. Their bodies moved together in a savage rhythm, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. He kissed her again, his lips bruising as he whispered against them, “Mine.”

“Yours,” she echoed weakly, her body succumbing to the pleasure he was wringing from her.

Suddenly, Rahim pulled out of her pussy, and before Lina could catch her breath or protest, he flipped her roughly onto her stomach. The weight of his body pressed her into the mattress as he gripped her hips, yanking her ass up toward him. The abruptness of the movement made her gasp, her hands scrambling for purchase against the sheets.

“Rahim, please be gentle...” she started, but her words were cut off as he entered her again, this time from behind, his cock driving deep with a single, punishing thrust. She cried out, her voice muffled by the pillow as her body arched under the force of his movements.

“Fuck,” Rahim muttered under his breath, his grip tightening on her hips as he began to fuck her hard and fast. His mind was a storm of jealousy and anger, thoughts of Ravi and Kumar flooding his thoughts. What if they touched her like this? What if they had already claimed her in ways he hadn’t? The thought made his cock throb even harder, and he drove into her with a renewed intensity, each thrust more forceful than the last.

Lina moaned loudly, her nails digging into the sheets as he pounded into her. “Rahim, please...you’re...ah!...you’re going too hard!” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. She was shocked by his stamina; usually, he came quickly, but tonight, he was relentless, his rhythm unyielding.

His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh roughly as he continued to thrust into her. “Did they touch you like this?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Did Ravi or Kumar fuck you this hard? Did they make you scream like this?”

Lina’s eyes widened, panic flashing through her. “No! Rahim, I...I don’t know what you’re...” Her words were cut off as he spanked her ass hard, the sharp sting of his hand making her cry out.

“Don’t lie to me!” he snarled, his voice thick with anger and lust. “Did they suck these perfect tits while they were inside you? Did they come inside you? Tell me!”

She shook her head frantically, tears welling in her eyes. “No, Rahim, I swear! It’s not true!” she sobbed, but her denial only seemed to fuel his fury. He spanked her again, the sound loud in the room as her ass jiggled under the force of his hand.
Rahim leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he continued to pound into her.

“You’re mine, Lina. Every fucking inch of you is mine. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

She whimpered, her body trembling under his relentless assault. “Please… Rahim… it’s too much…” she begged, but he didn’t stop. His pace only quickened, each thrust hitting deeper and harder until she felt like she might break apart.

“You love this, don’t you?” he taunted, his hands gripping her breasts roughly. “You love being fucked hard, don’t you? Admit it.”

“No! I...I don’t...” She gasped as he spanked her again, the pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. Deep down, she knew the truth that she had let them touch her, that she had given in to their advances but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it. Not now. Not like this.