Adultery Lina - Young Massage Therapist Surrender to Desire

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Chapter 37: The return (Act 13)


Rahim’s relentless thrusts drove Lina to the edge, her body arching as he pushed her closer and closer to climax. “Rahim, I’m...I’m going to...” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and desperation. He didn’t let up, his rhythm unyielding, until she finally cried out, her body clenching around him as she came hard.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice weak but insistent, her hands clutching at the sheets. Her words only fueled Rahim’s intensity, his pace quickening as if he was determined to claim every inch of her.

But as he looked down at her trembling body, his eyes fell on her asshole, and a dark, possessive thought crept into his mind. What if they did this too? The idea of Ravi or Kumar taking her there, defiling her in a way he never had, sent a wave of jealousy surging through him. He tried to push the thought away, but it only consumed him more.

Without warning, Rahim pressed a finger against her asshole, making Lina wince sharply. “Ah! Rahim, what are you doing?” she cried out, her voice laced with pain and confusion. Never in their marriage had he touched her there.

“Did they fuck you here too?” Rahim growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Did Ravi or Kumar take your ass while I wasn’t looking?”

Lina’s eyes widened in shock. “No! Rahim, I swear, they didn’t!” she protested, her voice shaking with anger and hurt. “How could you even think that? Stop this right now!”

But Rahim didn’t stop. He held her firmly, his grip unrelenting, even as tears began to stream down her face. His mind raced with dark 
fantasies...images of Lina straddling Ravi while Kumar took her from behind, their hands gripping her breasts, their cocks buried deep inside her. The thought of both men using his pregnant wife in such a way was too much for him to bear.

“I’m going to break your ass virginity tonight,” Rahim declared, his voice thick with determination and desire.

Lina screamed in protest. “No! Rahim, please don’t! Not there!” she begged, her voice breaking with desperation. She had been taken there before by other men, and the memories were anything but pleasant. She didn’t want this from him, not now, not ever.

But Rahim was relentless. Slowly but surely, he pressed the head of his cock against her tight entrance, forcing his way in despite her resistance. Lina cried out in pain, her body tensing as he pushed deeper. It was excruciatingly tight, but Rahim groaned in twisted relief, convinced he was claiming something no one else had.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice ragged. “Tell me, Lina...did they fuck you like this? Did they make you scream like this?” His thrusts grew harder, more brutal, each one driving him deeper into her.

“No! They didn’t! Why won’t you believe me?” Lina sobbed, her hands clawing at the sheets as tears streamed down her face. She hated this...hated the invasion, hated the accusation, hated how little he seemed to care about her pain.

But Rahim was consumed by his own demons. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “Every fucking inch of you is mine. And I’m going to make sure no one else has touched you like this.”

His crude remarks continued, each one cutting deeper than the last. “Did they take turns? Did Kumar fuck your ass while Ravi filled your pussy? Is that why you’re so tight? Because they stretched you out first?”

Lina couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop it! Please, just stop!” she screamed, her body trembling with a mix of pain and humiliation. But Rahim didn’t listen. His rhythm was unrelenting, his cock driving deeper into her ass with every thrust. The initial sharp pain began to shift subtly, morphing into something else altogether. Her breaths grew ragged, her moans softer, more involuntary, as her body betrayed her, surrendering to the sensations.

“Oh God…” she whispered, her voice trembling. The discomfort was fading, replaced by a strange, shameful pleasure that made her stomach twist. She wanted to fight it, to resist, but her body had other ideas. Her hands clutched the sheets tightly, her back arching as she gave in to the relentless rhythm of his thrusts.

Rahim noticed the change immediately. Her earlier cries of pain had turned into muffled moans, her resistance crumbling under his relentless assault. He leaned down, his voice low and taunting against her ear. “You like it now, don’t you? You’re loving every second of this,” he growled, his breath hot and heavy.

“N-no… I don’t…” Lina tried to protest, but her words were weak, unconvincing even to herself. Her body was betraying her, and Rahim knew it.

He chuckled darkly, his thrusts growing harder, more deliberate. “Tell me, Lina...if Ravi and Kumar were here right now, would you let them fuck you like this too? Would you spread your ass for them like the whore you are?”

Lina’s eyes widened, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head frantically. “No! I wouldn’t...I’d never...”

But Rahim didn’t believe her. He slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing in the room as he pushed deeper into her. “Liar,” he hissed. “I can feel how tight you are, Lina. Did they do this to you before? Did they stretch you out first?”

“No!” she screamed, her voice breaking as she clawed at the sheets. “It’s not true! It’s only ever been you!”

Rahim’s laughter was cruel, his thrusts relentless. “You’re mine, Lina. Every fucking inch of you belongs to me. And I’m going to make sure no one else has touched you like this.”

The crude remarks cut deep, tearing at her heart even as her body responded in ways she couldn’t control. She hated him in that moment...hated how he could reduce her to this, how he could make her feel both pleasure and shame in equal measure. But she couldn’t deny the way her body clenched around him, the way her moans grew louder with every brutal thrust.

Rahim groaned sharply, his pace quickening as he felt himself nearing the edge. “You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice ragged with lust. “I’m going to fill you up, Lina. I’m going to mark you as mine so deep, you’ll never forget who owns you.”

Lina whimpered, her body trembling as she felt his cock pulsing inside her. “Rahim… please…”

He slammed into her one last time, his cock throbbing as he came deep inside her ass. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he emptied himself, his thrusts slowing but not stopping until he was completely spent. Lina gasped, her body shaking as she felt the warmth of his release spreading inside her. She had never felt this much of him before...never felt so utterly claimed.

Rahim collapsed onto her back, his breath hot and uneven against her skin. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by their labored breathing.

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Chapter 37: The return (Act 14)


Rahim’s breathing slowly evened out as he lay collapsed on Lina’s back, his sweat mingling with hers. The room was heavy with silence, broken only by the soft creak of the bed and the sound of their labored breaths. Then, like a cold splash of water, reality crashed over him. He pushed himself up, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Lina beneath him, her body trembling, her face streaked with tears, her skin marked with the evidence of his rough treatment.

“Lina…” His voice was hoarse, trembling with guilt. “I… I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to...” He cut himself off, his hands hovering uncertainly over her bruised breasts and the red marks on her ass. “Are you okay? Did I hurt the baby? God, Lina, I...”

Lina turned her head slightly, her tear-filled eyes meeting his. “Rahim… that was so unlike you. You’ve never… never been that rough before.” Her voice was weak, shaky, and it tore at his heart.

Rahim sat back on his heels, running a hand through his disheveled hair. His chest felt tight, his emotions a tangled mess. “I… I’ve been hearing things,” he admitted, his voice low and strained. “People talking. Rumors. About you and Ravi and Kumar.

Some said you sucked their cocks. Others said you were fucked from behind while you… while you did that. And then there were whispers about both of them… double-penetrating you.” He choked on the words, his face twisting with anguish. “I know it’s not true. I know it’s just rumors.

But the thought of them touching you, of them defiling you like that...it drove me mad. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Lina’s heart raced, her guilt clawing at her chest. She knew the truth...knew what had happened during that fateful day but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him. Not now.

Not like this. “Rahim,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Those are just lies. People love to gossip. You know that.”
He nodded, but his eyes were tormented. “I know. I know. But… we haven’t been intimate in months. I’ve been so worried about the baby, about hurting you. And then these thoughts… these images… they wouldn’t leave me alone. I tried to ignore them, but tonight… tonight I couldn’t.” He reached out, his hand brushing her cheek gently, as if trying to erase the pain he’d caused. “I’m so sorry, Lina. For everything.

For the way I treated you, for… for doing that to you.” His voice broke as he gestured toward her ass. “I shouldn’t have… I don’t know what got into me.”
Lina took a deep breath, wincing slightly as she shifted on the bed. “Promise me, Rahim. Promise me you’ll never do that again. Not there. Please.”

He nodded fervently, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “I promise. Never again. I swear.”

For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of his words hanging between them. Then Rahim spoke again, his voice tentative. “Lina… about that day at the shop. Before Ravi and Kumar… before they killed themselves. There’s more to it, isn’t there? I can tell you’re hiding something.”
Lina’s stomach dropped. She looked away, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

“Rahim… let’s not talk about that right now,” she said quietly.

But he pressed on, his voice edged with desperation. “I need to know, Lina. I know you’re the victim in all of this, but I can’t stop thinking about it. What really happened? Did they… did they try something with you?”

The guilt in Lina’s chest felt like a vise, squeezing tighter and tighter. She couldn’t keep lying to him...not like this. She got up slowly, her body still aching, and wrapped herself in a bathrobe. “Let’s talk at the table,” she said softly, avoiding his gaze.
Rahim followed her to the dining area, pulling on his shorts as he went. He sat down across from her, his eyes searching her face for answers. “Lina… please. Just tell me the truth.”

She sat silently for a long time, her shallow breaths the only sound in the room. Finally, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with guilt and sorrow. Lina paused, taking a deep breath. “But before I do… I need you to promise me something.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “What is it?”
“Promise me… that no matter what I say, you won’t hate me.”

Rahim’s heart sank as he reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “Lina… I could never hate you. Just tell me the truth.”

Her grip tightened on his hand as she swallowed hard, the words caught in her throat. Tears welled in her eyes as she finally spoke.

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Chapter 37: The return (Act 15)


Lina’s hands trembled in Rahim’s grip, her throat tightening as she prepared to unveil the truth. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes, her gaze locked on their intertwined fingers resting on the table. Tears spilled down her cheeks, hot and unrelenting. This was the moment she had feared, the moment she would finally confess everything.

"Rahim," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, choked with emotion. "This is what happened that day... during the stock checking at the shop."

Rahim’s expression shifted from concern to eagerness, his brow furrowing. "Tell me...please..?"
She took a shaky breath, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. "You asked Ravi and Kumar to help me with the stock checking. And... things... they got out of hand."

"Out of hand? What do you mean?" he pressed, his voice tense but still steady.
Lina swallowed hard, her throat dry. "At first, it was just them helping... but then... they started flirting with me. Separately, at different times. I tried to ignore them, Rahim. I swear I did. But Ravi... he was so aggressive. He kept making comments, hinting at things..."

Rahim’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt, letting her continue.
"Then... I was on the small stairs, checking the higher shelves. I slipped... and Ravi caught me," she said, her voice breaking. "They both carried me to the back room because I was in pain...my ankles, my neck, my hips. They said they needed to help me."

Rahim’s grip on her hands tightened further, his knuckles white. "Go on."
"They... they wanted to apply some deep heat rub to ease the pain," she continued, tears streaming down her face. "They made me lie face down on the bed. Ravi started massaging my legs, and Kumar worked on my neck and back. But then..."

"Then what?" Rahim asked, his voice low and controlled, though she could hear the anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Ravi... he started lifting my skirt higher and higher, saying he needed to massage more of my thighs for 'overall relief,'" she confessed, her voice trembling with shame. "And Kumar... he undid my blouse. He said it was to rub my back properly. My bra strap was all that was left covering me.

Their hands... they were everywhere, Rahim. I told them to stop, I said it was enough, but they wouldn’t listen. They said it would help me recover faster... that you would approve. I... I didn’t know what to do. I felt trapped."

Rahim’s face darkened, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes...anger, disbelief, and something deeper, something raw and painful. "Lina," he said slowly, his voice strained, "why didn’t you call me straightaway? Why did you let them..."

"I didn’t let them!" she cried, cutting him off, her voice laced with desperation. "I didn’t want this, Rahim. I felt so powerless. I didn’t know how to stop them without making things worse. I was scared... and now I feel like I’ve betrayed you."

The room fell silent except for the sound of Lina’s stifled sobs. Rahim released her hands, running his fingers through his hair as he processed her words. His jaw clenched, and he looked away, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

"Ravi and Kumar," he muttered under his breath, his tone venomous. "I trusted them. I thought they were helping you."
"They weren’t," Lina whispered, her voice barely audible. "It wasn’t help, Rahim. It was... it was something else."

He turned back to her, his eyes searching hers for answers. "Did they... did they do anything else?" he asked hesitantly, the question hanging heavily between them.

Lina hesitated, her lips quivering as she struggled to find the words. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, and her hands clenched the edge of the table for support. Tears streamed down her face as she began to narrate the second part of the story, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and fear.

"Rahim," she started, her voice barely audible, "it got worse... so much worse."
Rahim’s eyes bore into hers, his expression a mixture of anger and disbelief. He leaned forward, his fists clenched on the table.

"Tell me everything," he demanded, his voice low and controlled but laced with tension.

Lina took a shuddering breath, her gaze dropping to the floor. "After they started massaging me... Ravi... he..." She choked back a sob, her voice breaking. "He said my skirt was getting in the way. He told me it was... it was necessary to take it off for 'better access.' I-I didn’t want to, Rahim. I told him no, but he didn’t listen. He just... he just pulled it off me. And then Kumar... he did the same with my blouse. Suddenly, I was only in my panties and bra."

Rahim’s jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the table. His voice was strained when he spoke. "They stripped you? What the hell were they thinking?"

Lina nodded weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I felt so exposed, Rahim. I begged them to stop. I told them it was enough, that I didn’t need any more massage. But they... they just laughed.

Ravi said I was being too shy, that it was all for my 'well-being.' Kumar... he said it was normal, that I should just relax."
Her voice faltered as she continued, her body trembling with the memory. "Then... Ravi... he touched my panties. He said he needed to remove them to work on my hips properly. I panicked, Rahim. I told him no, I tried to get up, but he pushed me back down. And Kumar... he undid my bra strap. They had me completely... completely naked."

Rahim’s face darkened, his nostrils flaring as he absorbed her words. "They stripped you completely?" he seethed, his voice rising slightly. "And you let them?"

"I didn’t let them!" Lina cried, her voice breaking with desperation. "I tried to stop them, Rahim. I tried to get up, to leave, but they overpowered me. They held me down, and... and they started making these crude comments. Ravi said... he said my body was too tempting to resist. Kumar... he called me his 'little goddess.' I felt so helpless, Rahim. I didn’t know what to do."

Her voice dropped to a whisper as she continued, her words coming out in shaky bursts. "Then... Ravi’s hand... it moved to my... my pussy. He said he wanted to 'relax' me further. And Kumar... he started kneading my breasts. They kept saying it was all part of the massage, that it would help me feel better. But it wasn’t helping, Rahim. It was... it was violating me."

Rahim slammed his fist on the table, his face contorted with rage. "Those bastards," he growled under his breath, his voice trembling with suppressed fury. He looked at Lina, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and anger. "Why didn’t you scream? Why didn’t you fight harder?"

"I did fight, Rahim!" Lina sobbed, her voice breaking. "But they were stronger than me. They pinned me down, and they wouldn’t let go. I was so scared... I didn’t know what else to do."

Rahim stood abruptly, pacing the room as he ran a hand through his hair. His breathing was heavy, his entire body tense with anger. "I trusted them," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. "I thought they were friends. And they... they betrayed me. They violated my wife."

Lina reached out to him, her hand trembling. "Rahim, please... I’m so sorry. I didn’t want this to happen. I feel like I’ve failed you."

He stopped pacing and turned to face her, his expression softening slightly despite the anger still burning in his eyes. "You didn’t fail me, Lina," he said firmly, though his voice cracked with emotion. "This isn’t your fault. Those... those animals are to blame. I just... I need to process this."

Rahim remained seated, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter. His hands were fists on the table, his knuckles white from the pressure. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing into Lina’s tear-stained face. “Tell me everything, Lina. Don’t leave anything out.” he demanded, his voice low and strained, the anger barely contained.

Lina’s breath hitched, and she swallowed hard, her throat dry and tight. She hesitated, her eyes darting away from him as if she couldn’t bear to look him in the eye while recounting what came next. “It… it gets worse, Rahim,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I warned you. Please… I’m not sure you’re ready to hear this.”

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Chapter 37: The return (Act 16)


Rahim’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t waver. “I need to know, Lina,” he said firmly, though his voice cracked with emotion. “However bad it is, I need to know.”

Lina nodded weakly, her hands clutching the edge of the table for support. She took a shaky breath and began, her voice barely audible at first but growing steadier as she forced herself to relive the moment. “After they… after they stripped me completely, Kumar… he said things like, ‘You’re so perfect, Lina. We’ve been waiting for this.’”

Rahim’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling in sharp, controlled movements. His eyes burned with fury, but he stayed silent, urging her to continue with his intense gaze.

Lina’s voice dropped to a fragile whisper, her body trembling as she spoke. “They flipped me over onto my back,” she said, her tone shaky. “And they… they started fondling my breasts. They kept saying things like, ‘Your tits are so much bigger than our wives.’ and ‘You’re built like a goddess.’” She paused, swallowing hard as tears streamed down her cheeks. “They squeezed them hard, Rahim. So hard it hurt. They pulled at my nipples, twisting and tugging until I cried out. And then… they took turns sucking on them.”

The room seemed to grow colder as she continued, her voice breaking. “Their mouths were greedy, Rahim. I could feel their teeth grazing my skin, their tongues swirling around my nipples. It was… it was so intense. So humiliating. The sounds… the sounds of them moaning while they did it… it filled the room. I wanted to scream, to push them away, but they just held me down.”

Rahim’s fists tightened further, his face darkening with each word. But he didn’t interrupt, his silence a heavy weight in the room.

Lina’s voice quivered as she went on. “Then… they forced me onto my hands and knees. Both of them… they started undressing. They stripped completely, and I was too scared to move. Kumar pushed my face toward his cock while Ravi got behind me.” Her voice cracked, and she choked back a sob. “Rahim, he was relentless. He… he started eating me out so hungrily. His tongue was everywhere, licking and probing me deep. I could feel his hot breath against me, and… and I hated how my body betrayed me by responding.”

She paused, her hands covering her face as she tried to steady herself. “At the same time, Kumar shoved his thick cock into my mouth. I gagged, but he didn’t care. He just kept thrusting, forcing himself deeper, his hands gripping the back of my head to keep me still. He told me… he told me I needed to be serviced since you were busy with work.”

Her voice broke completely now, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to continue. “I pleaded with them to stop, Rahim. I begged for mercy, but they just laughed. They said things like, ‘You’re ours now, Lina.’ and ‘You’re going to love this.’”

Rahim’s entire body was tense, his breathing ragged as he listened. His face was a mask of raw anger and pain, but he didn’t speak, letting her tell the story in her own words.

Lina’s voice was barely audible now, her trembling hands clutching the table for support. “They… they took turns with me, Rahim. Switching positions, using me like I was just… just an object. She paused, choking back another sob. “It was so humiliating, Rahim. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

The room fell silent once more, the weight of her confession hanging heavily between them. Lina’s body shook with silent sobs as she waited for Rahim’s response. He sat frozen, his expression unreadable, the storm of emotions inside him threatening to break free.

Lina’s voice trembled as she pressed on, her words spilling out like a dam breaking despite the hesitation in her tone. She could see the pain in Rahim’s eyes, but she knew she had to finish telling him everything. She owed him that much.

“Ravi… he moved below me,” she began, her voice cracking. “He kept sucking my breasts, his hands gripping them tightly, kneading them like he owned them. His face was so close, Rahim. I could feel his breath on my skin, his tongue swirling around my nipples. He was relentless, almost savage about it.” She paused, swallowing hard, her hands clutching the edge of the table to steady herself.
“His cock… it was right there,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It was so close to my entrance, Rahim. I could feel the tip brushing against me, teasing me. He kept trying to push in, just a little, but I… I wouldn’t let him. I kept shifting, moving my hips away, but he was insistent. He kept saying, ‘You’re going to take me soon, Lina. You’re going to love it.’ His voice… it was so dark, so twisted with lust.”

She glanced at Rahim briefly, then looked away, unable to meet his gaze any longer. “Kumar… he was forcing me to suck him,” she continued, her voice breaking. “He kept thrusting into my mouth, deep and hard. My jaw ached, Rahim. I gagged over and over, but he didn’t care. He just grabbed the back of my head and pushed himself in deeper. He kept saying, ‘Suck it harder, Lina. You’re such a good little slut for us.’ His words… they made me feel so dirty.”

Rahim’s fists clenched tighter, his knuckles white as he listened, his jaw locked in anger. But he didn’t interrupt, letting her continue.

“They were moaning so loudly,” Lina said, her voice shaky. “Their grunts and groans filled the room. It was like they were animals, Rahim. Both of them were so heated...so desperate. Kumar… his face was twisted with this unfulfilled lust, and he kept saying things like, ‘You’re ours now, Lina. You belong to us.’ And Ravi… he just kept trying to penetrate me. Every time I shifted away, he’d grab my hips and pull me back, saying, ‘Stop fighting it, Lina. You know you want it.’”

She hesitated, her body trembling violently as she added, “They threatened me, Rahim. They said they’d hurt me and the unborn baby if I didn’t comply. I was so scared. I had no choice but to let them do whatever they wanted. I just… I just shut my eyes and prayed for it to be over.”

Her voice broke as she continued, tears streaming down her face. “By then, Kumar… he erupted his thick cum inside my mouth,” she whispered, her tone laced with shame. “He made me swallow every drop. He groaned the loudest when he came. His hands were gripping my head so tightly, forcing me to take it all. And Ravi… he kept trying to enter me, but I wouldn’t let him. I kept moving, shifting my hips away every time he got close. I couldn’t let him… I just couldn’t.”

She choked back a sob, her hands covering her face again as she continued. “Ravi… he mentioned how good I would look getting gangbanged,” she said, her voice barely audible. “He even talked about double-penetrating me with Kumar. He said they should take a video and send it to you, Rahim. They were both so impatient to enter me. They kept saying things like, ‘We’re going to wreck you, Lina. You’re going to scream for us.’”

Rahim’s face darkened, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His hands were shaking, his fingers curling into fists as he absorbed her words. “Did they…” he began, his voice low and strained, but he couldn’t finish the question.

Lina paused, her chest heaving as she took a deep, shaky breath. Her hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles turned white. She could barely meet Rahim’s eyes, but she forced herself to continue, her voice trembling with anguish. “When Ravi tried to… to force himself inside me,” she began, her words faltering, “Kumar got furious. He shouted something I couldn’t understand and lunged at Ravi. They started fighting, punching, shoving, tearing at each other like wild animals.”

Her voice cracked as she recounted the moment, tears streaming down her face. “They were so caught up in their rage that they didn’t notice me crawl away. I grabbed my clothes and ran out of the room as fast as I could. My entire body was shaking, Rahim. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to stop them. So… so I went to the shop kitchen and got two large knives from the counter.”

Lina hesitated, her hands trembling violently as she continued. “I threw the knives into the room where they were still fighting. I didn’t think… I just acted. And then… then they picked them up.” Her voice broke, and she choked back a sob. “They stabbed each other, Rahim. It was… it was so chaotic. I don’t even know how it happened, but they were both bleeding, screaming, and I was frozen in horror.”

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with guilt and despair. “I didn’t know what else to do. I was so scared...scared for myself, scared for our baby. That’s when I called you and the security officer. I… I couldn’t handle it anymore, Rahim. That’s the whole truth.”

Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor, her body wracked with violent sobs. The weight of her secrets, the fear, and the guilt she’d carried for so long finally overwhelmed her. She buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered again and again, “I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I swear, Rahim, I didn’t mean it.”

The room fell silent except for Lina’s stifled cries. Rahim sat frozen, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. His mind raced as he processed her words, the gravity of what had happened settling heavily on his shoulders. He stared at his wife, curled up on the floor, and for a long moment, he couldn’t speak.

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Chapter 38: The return (Act 17)


The silence stretched, thin and brittle, broken only by Lina’s ragged sobs. Rahim’s face, once a mask of shock, hardened into something colder, something angrier. The muscles in his jaw worked, a visible tic beneath his skin. He stood up so suddenly his chair legs screeched against the floor.

Lina flinched at the sound, looking up at him through a curtain of tears. “Rahim… please.”

He didn’t look at her. He couldn’t. His gaze was fixed on some distant point, seeing not the living room wall but the grotesque image her words had painted. His wife, trapped. His child, threatened. And two dead men whose blood was now a permanent stain on their lives.

“All this time,” he finally said, his voice low and gravelly, a stark contrast to her weeping. “You carried this. You lied to me. To the security officer.”

“I was terrified,” she whispered, her voice small. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Come to me!” he roared, the volume making her jump. He finally turned his furious gaze on her. “The moment it happened! The moment they first touched you! I am your husband! That is what you were supposed to do!” He ran a hand through his hair, his breath coming in short, angry bursts. “But you didn’t. You hid it. You let me live in ignorance while you… what? Processed your guilt alone?”

“It wasn’t like that...”
“Enough.” The word was a whip crack, silencing her. He paced the length of the room, a caged animal. “I can’t… I can’t look at you right now. I can’t be in this room with these… these pictures in my head.”

Panic surged through Lina, cold and sharp. She scrambled to her knees, reaching a hand out toward him. “Don’t go. Please, don’t leave me alone with this.”

He was already striding toward the door, grabbing his keys from the bowl on the side table. “I need to get out of here. I need to clear my head before I say something… before I do something we’ll both regret.”

“Rahim, I’m begging you!” she cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. She stumbled to her feet, but her legs were still weak. “Don’t shut me out! Punish me, yell at me, anything! Just don’t leave!”

He paused with his hand on the doorknob, his broad shoulders tense. He didn’t turn around. “Go to bed, Lina. Just… sleep. I need to take the edge off this fury before I can even think straight.”

The finality in his tone shattered her. The door opened and then clicked shut with a soft, definitive sound that echoed through the suddenly enormous and empty apartment. She was alone.

Lina sank back to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. The silence was deafening, a heavy weight pressing down on her. She had told the truth, and it had driven him away. The one person she needed most had walked out, leaving her drowning in the consequences of her own terrible choices. She buried her face in her hands, her body trembling not with sobs now, but with a profound, isolating fear. What had she done?

The engine of his motorcycle roared to life below their apartment, the sound fading rapidly as he sped away. Each second that ticked by on the wall clock stretched into an eternity. The room felt tainted, the air thick with the ghost of his anger and the specter of her confession. She replayed the look on his face, the betrayal, the rage, the hurt over and over until it was seared behind her eyelids.

She didn’t know how long she sat there, curled into a tight ball on the cold floor. A part of her hoped he would calm down and return minutes later, ready to hold her and accept the horrible truth. But another, more fearful part knew this rift was deep. The sound of the door opening again made her heart leap into her throat.

She lifted her head, expecting to see Rahim’s contrite face. But the apartment remained dark and still. It was just the old building settling, or her own hope playing tricks on her. The disappointment was a physical ache. She was truly alone.

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Chapter 38: The return (Act 18)


Down the street, Rahim's hands clenched the bike's handlebars, his knuckles white with tension. The image of Lina on the floor, vulnerable, weeping kept flashing in his mind, intertwined with the violent, graphic scene her confession had conjured. A possessive, jealous heat simmered in his gut, hotter and more dangerous than his anger. She was his.

Her safety, her body, her secrets, they all belonged to him. The thought that others had touched what was his, threatened what was his, ignited a fire that demanded an outlet.

He wasn’t driving away from her; he was pacing, like a predator unsettled by a challenge to his claim. But the fury was too raw, too close to the surface. He needed to cool off before he could face her again. His bike roared through the quiet streets, the engine a growl of pent-up emotion.

Finally, he pulled into the dimly lit parking lot of a familiar bar. The neon sign buzzed faintly, casting a reddish glow over the asphalt. Rahim killed the engine and sat for a moment, staring at the entrance. He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to drown the storm inside him.

As he stepped inside, the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke hit him. The bar was half-empty, the low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses filling the air. He wasn’t here to drink alone, but before he could even reach the counter, a voice called out.

“Rahim? Is that you?”
He turned to see Yusuf, an old friend from his college days, waving him over to a corner table. “What are you doing here?” Yusuf asked, grinning. “Feeling nostalgic for our wilder days?”

Rahim forced a half-smile. “Something like that.”
Yusuf slid a beer across the table toward him. “Take a seat. We’re starting a poker game. You in?”

Rahim hesitated, then nodded. Maybe this was what he needed, a distraction, some friendly banter to take the edge off. He sat down, grabbing the beer and taking a long swig. The cold liquid did little to quell the heat inside, but it was a start.

As the cards were dealt, Yusuf leaned in. “You look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders. What’s going on?”

Rahim shook his head. “It’s… complicated.”
Yusuf smirked. “Isn’t it always? Come on, man, let’s focus on the game. Forget your troubles for a bit.”

The game began, and Rahim found himself slowly drawn into the rhythm of it. The banter, the laughter, the occasional outburst...it all helped dull the sharp edges of his thoughts. For a while, at least.

Meanwhile, back at home, Lina lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room felt too big without Rahim beside her. She curled into herself, pulling the blanket tight around her shoulders. Sleep wouldn’t come, though she desperately wished it would. Her mind kept replaying the moment he walked out the door, the look on his face etched into her memory.

She whispered to the empty room, “Please, come back.” But there was no answer. Just the silence and the slow tick of the clock, marking the hours until dawn.

Meanwhile, Rahim sat at the dimly lit corner table in the bar, a half-empty beer bottle clutched tightly in his hand. The poker game had ended, and the other patrons had dispersed, leaving him alone with his thoughts. The alcohol had done little to dull the storm raging inside him. His mind kept circling back to Lina, her trembling voice, the tears streaming down her face, and the horrifying truth she had finally confessed.

“Another round?” Yusuf’s voice broke through his reverie.
Rahim shook his head without looking up. “No. I’m good.”

Yusuf leaned back in his chair, studying his old friend carefully. “You’re not yourself tonight. What’s eating you?”

Rahim’s jaw tightened as he finally met Yusuf’s gaze. “Lina… she told me something tonight. Something I don’t know if I can ever get past.”

Yusuf raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What could be that bad? You two have always been solid.”

Rahim hesitated, then set his beer down with a heavy thud. “She was… hurt. By someone else. And she didn’t tell me. She kept it from me for weeks.”

Yusuf’s expression shifted from curiosity to concern. “Damn, man. That’s heavy. But… if she was hurt, maybe she was just trying to protect you. Or herself.”

“Protect me?” Rahim scoffed, his voice bitter. “She let them get away with it. She let them walk free while I had no idea what they’d done to her.”

Yusuf leaned forward, his tone cautious but firm. “Maybe she was scared. Maybe she thought you’d do something reckless. Hell, look at yourself right now. You’re seething. You’ve got that look in your eyes like you’re ready to tear someone apart.”

Rahim’s fists clenched on the table, his knuckles white. “Wouldn’t you? If someone laid a hand on the woman you love?”

Yusuf sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I would. But here’s the thing, you can’t fix this by running off into the night or picking a fight with ghosts. She needs you, man. Right now, she probably feels like she’s drowning in guilt and fear. And you walked out on her.”

The words struck Rahim like a punch to the gut. He stared at Yusuf, his anger momentarily eclipsed by a sinking realization. “I didn’t want to hurt her,” he muttered, more to himself than to Yusuf. “I just… I needed space to think.”

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Chapter 38: Janina (Act 1)


Rahim clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening around the beer bottle. Yusuf’s words hung in the air, but they didn’t penetrate the storm raging inside him. He stared at the table, the image of Lina’s tear-streaked face flashing in his mind like a cruel slideshow.

“I… I can’t,” Rahim muttered, his voice low and strained. He pushed back from the table, the chair legs scbanging against the floor. “I need some time alone to think.”
Yusuf nodded, his expression softening.

“Alright, man. Whatever you need.” He stood, clapping Rahim on the shoulder before walking back to the bar. A few minutes later, he returned with four more beer bottles, setting them down in front of Rahim with a quiet, “On the house. Just… take it easy, yeah?”

Rahim gave a curt nod, his gratitude unspoken. He grabbed a bottle and moved to a dimly lit corner booth, away from the noise and chatter of the bar. The cool glass pressed against his palm as he took a long swig, the bitterness of the beer doing little to dull the fire in his chest. His thoughts spiraled to Lina’s confession, the way Ravi and Kumar had dared to touch what was his, the fact that she had kept it from him for so long. It was all too much.
He was halfway through his second bottle when a soft voice broke through his thoughts.

“Rahim?”
He looked up to see Janina, one of his shop's patron standing beside his table, her hips swaying slightly as she shifted her weight. She was dressed in a snug blouse that hugged her full figure, her makeup subtle but flattering. Her lips curved into a playful smile, though her eyes held a flicker of concern.

“I thought that was you,” she said, sliding into the seat across from him without waiting for an invitation. “You look like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

Rahim exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, something like that.”

Janina tilted her head, studying him. “You don’t usually drink alone, do you?”
He shrugged, his gaze flickering to the table. “Not usually.”

She leaned forward slightly, her cleavage subtly accentuated by the angle. “Well, if you’re going to drink alone, at least let me keep you company. Misery loves company, right?”

Rahim managed a half-hearted chuckle, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Sure.”
Janina signaled to the bartender for another drink, then turned her attention back to Rahim. “So, what’s got you all brooding over here? Business troubles? Wife troubles?”

His jaw tightened at the mention of Lina, but he forced himself to keep his tone neutral. “Just… a lot on my mind.”
Janina nodded sagely, her expression sympathetic. “I get that. Life’s not always easy, is it?” She paused, then added with a teasing lilt, “Though I’ve never seen you so serious. Usually, you’re all shy and awkward when I flirt with you at your shop.”
Rahim raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not shy.”

“Oh, please,” she laughed, her voice light and melodic. “You blush every time I compliment your little shop.”
“It’s not a little shop,” he retorted, though there was no heat in his words.

Janina grinned, her eyes twinkling. “There he is. I knew you were in there somewhere.” She took a sip of her drink, her gaze lingering on him. “You know, you’re kind of attractive when you’re brooding. Has anyone ever told you that?”
Rahim snorted, shaking his head. “No. Probably because it’s not true.”

“Oh, it’s true,” she insisted, leaning in a little closer. “But I prefer you when you’re smiling. Or blushing.”

He rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t deny the faint warmth creeping up his neck. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
Janina laughed again, the sound low and husky. “So I’ve been told.”

The conversation flowed easily after that, Janina deftly steering it away from anything too heavy. She talked about her kids, her job, the latest gossip from the neighborhood and anything to keep Rahim from sinking back into his thoughts. And though he didn’t say much, he found himself relaxing in her presence, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

At one point, she reached across the table, her fingers brushing against his hand. “You know,” she said softly, “whatever it is that’s bothering you, it’ll pass. You’re a strong man, Rahim. You’ll figure it out.”

He met her gaze, the sincerity in her eyes catching him off guard. For a moment, he considered opening up to her...telling her about Lina, about the betrayal that still burned like a brand in his chest. But he swallowed the words, instead nodding stiffly.

“Thanks,” he murmured, pulling his hand away.

Janina didn’t push. She simply smiled and leaned back in her seat. “Anytime.”
They continued talking for a while longer, the atmosphere between them growing warmer despite the unspoken tension. By the time Rahim finished his third beer, he felt a little lighter, though the weight of Lina’s confession still lingered in the back of his mind.

As Janina stood to leave, she gave him one last smile. “Take care of yourself, Rahim. And remember, if you ever need someone to talk to… well, you know where to find me.”

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Chapter 38: Janina (Act 2)


Janina was about to turn away, her hips swaying gently as she prepared to leave, when Rahim suddenly reached out, his voice halting her mid-step. “Wait,” he said, the word escaping him before he could stop it. His hand hovered in the air, as if unsure whether to pull her back or let her go.

She paused, turning to face him with a curious tilt of her head. “Yes?”

Rahim hesitated, his fingers curling into a fist before he dropped his hand to the table. He stared at the half-empty beer bottle in front of him, the weight of his words pressing heavily on his chest. “It’s… Lina,” he began, his voice low and gravelly. “She’s… she’s pregnant.”

Janina’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, her playful demeanor softening. “That’s wonderful news, Rahim. Congratulations.”
He shook his head, his jaw tightening. “It’s not that simple.”

Janina slid back into the seat across from him, her expression now one of genuine concern. “What do you mean?”
Rahim exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “She’s far along now, and… well, you know how it is. The intimacy…” He trailed off, his cheeks flushing slightly. “It’s been tough. For both of us.”

Janina nodded slowly, her gaze steady and understanding. “I remember those days. It’s hard on both partners. But it’s temporary, Rahim. Once the baby comes, things will get better.”
“That’s not all,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as he clasped his hands together. “There are things… things I don’t even know how to process. About her. About what happened.”

Janina’s brow furrowed, her curiosity piqued. “What happened?”
He hesitated, his eyes darting around the bar as if searching for an escape. But there was no escape from the truth gnawing at him. “Lina… she was hurt,” he finally admitted, his voice strained. “By two men. Men I thought were my friends. They’re dead now, but… she kept it from me. For weeks.”

Janina’s eyes widened, her hand instinctively reaching across the table to cover his. “Oh, Rahim. I’m so sorry. That’s… that’s unimaginable.”

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “She didn’t tell me. She let them get away with it while I was clueless. How could she keep something like that from me?”

Janina squeezed his hand gently, her tone soft but firm. “She was probably scared, Rahim. Scared of how you’d react. Scared of what you might do. She was trying to protect you and herself.”

“Protect me?!” he snapped, his voice rising slightly before he caught himself. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “I needed to know. I could’ve helped her, protected her. Instead, she carried it alone.”

Janina looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and understanding. “She made a mistake, Rahim. A big one. But she’s human. And now she’s carrying your child...your future. You can’t let this tear you apart.”

Rahim sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping as the weight of her words settled over him. “I don’t know how to fix this,” he admitted quietly.

Janina leaned back in her seat, her hand still resting on his. “You start by talking. Really talking. Not just about what happened, but about how it made you feel for both of you.”

He glanced up at her, his eyes searching hers for answers he knew she couldn’t give. “It’s not that simple.”
“It never is,” she replied with a small smile. “But it’s worth it.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the bar filling the space between them. Finally, Janina signaled to the bartender for another round of drinks. When they arrived, she pushed one toward Rahim and took a sip of her own. “You know,” she began, her tone lighter now, “you’re not the only one with problems.”

Rahim raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Oh yeah? What’s troubling you?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Where do I start? My husband works outstation most of the time. Work is overwhelming. And let’s not even talk about managing 3 kids alone.”

Rahim chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full.”

“You have no idea,” she replied with a playful roll of her eyes. She leaned forward slightly, her cleavage catching the dim light as she rested her chin on her hand. “But you know what? Talking helps. Even if it’s just venting to someone who gets it.”
He nodded slowly, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

“Yeah. I guess it does.”
The conversation flowed more easily after that, Janina sharing stories about her struggles with a mix of humor and vulnerability. Rahim found himself opening up more than he had in weeks, not just about Lina, but about the shop, his doubts about fatherhood, even his occasional loneliness.

Janina listened intently, her responses thoughtful and encouraging. At one point, she reached across the table again, her fingers brushing against his hand as she laughed at something he said. The touch lingered, sending a subtle spark of warmth through him.

“You’re a good listener,” he admitted, his voice soft.
She smiled, her eyes meeting his with a quiet intensity. “So are you.”

They continued talking, their voices growing quieter as the bar emptied around them. The space between them seemed to shrink, their shared laughter and confidences creating an intimate bubble that felt miles away from the rest of the world.

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Chapter 39: Janina (Act 3)


At one point, Janina leaned in closer, her voice teasing as she murmured, “You know, Rahim… you’re a good man. A strong man. And whatever happens with Lina, I know you’ll figure it out.”

Rahim hesitated, his thoughts muddled by the alcohol and the weight of emotions he’d been carrying. He wasn’t thinking straight anymore, his inhibitions were slipping, and the warmth of Janina’s presence was starting to cloud his judgment. Slowly, almost unconsciously, his hand crept across the table, his fingers brushing against hers.

She didn’t pull away. Instead, she tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly smile. “What are you doing, Rahim?” she whispered, her tone playful yet inviting.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he leaned in closer, his body gravitating toward her as if pulled by some unseen force. Their faces were inches apart now, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. Janina’s breath hitched slightly, her eyes flickering down to his lips before meeting his gaze again.

“Rahim,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the low hum of the bar. “Is this… smart?”

He didn’t know the answer to that. All he knew was that he needed this...something to distract him, something to make him feel alive again. His hand tightened around hers, and before he could second-guess himself, he closed the distance between them.

Their lips met in a slow, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, almost chaste, but then Janina responded with a quiet intensity that surprised him. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss.

Rahim’s mind spun, his body reacting before he could process what was happening. His free hand found its way under the table, resting tentatively on her thigh. She stiffened for a moment, her lips pausing against his, and then she let out a soft, breathy laugh.

“Well,” she murmured against his mouth, her voice full of amusement and something else, something darker, more inviting. “I wasn’t expecting this from you tonight.”

He pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushing. “Sorry,” he muttered, though he didn’t sound particularly sorry. His hand stayed where it was, fingers lightly tracing circles on her thigh. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Janina smirked, leaning in again until her lips brushed his earlobe. “You’re doing just fine,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Her tongue darted out, tracing the curve of his ear, and he shivered despite himself.

Rahim’s grip on her thigh tightened involuntarily, his fingers pressing into the soft curve of her flesh. His eyes dropped to her cleavage, the sight of her ample breasts barely contained by her blouse sending a jolt of heat straight through him. Janina noticed, of course she did, and she shifted slightly in her seat, leaning forward just enough to give him an even better view.

“Like what you see?” she teased, her voice low and husky, carrying a playful edge that made his pulse quicken. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she watched him, her gaze darkening with intent.

Rahim swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. She’s bigger than Lina, he thought involuntarily, the comparison flickering in his mind before he could stop it. He tried to look away, but the sight of her was magnetic, pulling him back in.

Janina laughed softly, the sound rich and warm as she leaned closer. Her hand slid up from his chest to rest lightly on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against the base of his neck. “Shy Rahim has a wild side after all,” she murmured, biting her lip in a way that made his breath hitch. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, “Who would’ve thought?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he found himself caught in her gaze, the tension between them thickening with every passing second. Janina tilted her head, her lips hovering dangerously close to his ear.

“You’re full of surprises,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Rahim’s heart raced, his thoughts a jumble of guilt, desire, and confusion. He knew he should pull back, should stop this before it went too far, but something about the way she looked at him, like she saw right through him made it impossible to resist.

But then Janina seemed to sense his internal struggle. She leaned back slightly, her hand retreating from his shoulder as she let out a soft sigh. “Maybe we’ve had too much to drink,” she said gently, her tone shifting to something softer, more cautious. “We should probably slow down… before things get out of hand.”
Rahim nodded stiffly, though his body protested the distance. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Probably a good idea.”

Janina smiled at him, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “I’m going to the private bathroom in the corner,” she said, standing gracefully. She adjusted her blouse slightly, her movements deliberately slow as if testing his resolve. “Be back in a bit.”

He watched her walk away, her hips swaying with every step, and felt a surge of heat pool low in his stomach. His cock throbbed uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants, demanding attention he couldn’t give it. The image of her cleavage lingered in his mind, and he found himself unable to think of anything else.

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Chapter 39: Janina (Act 4)


A minute passed, then two. The bar hummed around him, but Rahim barely registered it. His thoughts were consumed by Janina...her laugh, her touch, the way she’d looked at him just before she left. Before he could second-guess himself, he stood up and made his way toward the private bathroom she’d mentioned.

The narrow corridor was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of stale beer and cologne. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the door marked Private, his hand trembling slightly as he reached for the handle. He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The bathroom was small but clean, the faint scent of vanilla soap lingering in the air. Janina stood at the basin, washing her hands under the running water. She glanced up at the mirror, her eyes widening slightly when she saw him reflected behind her.

“Rahim?” she said, her voice tinged with surprise. She turned to face him, her brow furrowing as she took in the determined look on his face. “What are you....”

Before she could finish, Rahim closed the door behind him and locked it with a soft click. The sound seemed to echo in the cramped space, amplifying the tension between them. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

Rahim didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between them until he was standing behind her, mere inches apart. His gaze flickered down to her lips, then back up to meet her eyes. "I couldn’t stop thinking about you," he admitted, his voice low and rough with desire, each word practically reverberating in the small space.

Janina’s breath hitched again, her chest rising and falling more rapidly now. "Rahim," she said again, her voice softer this time, almost a whisper. Her eyes searched his, partially hesitant, but also lit with a flicker of curiosity. "What are you doing?"

Without a word, Rahim stepped closer, his body pressing lightly against hers. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his strong frame enveloping her in a way that felt both protective and possessive. Janina stiffened for a moment, her hands resting on the edge of the sink as if bracing herself. "Rahim, we shouldn’t..."

"Shh," he murmured, cutting her off gently. His lips brushed against the curve of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. His breath was warm against her skin, and she could feel the faintest scbang of his stubble as he began to place slow, deliberate kisses along her neck.

Janina tried to resist him, her voice trembling slightly. "This is wrong," she whispered, though her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she arched slightly into him.

"I know," Rahim replied, his voice thick with regret and desire. His hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer until her back was pressed firmly against his chest. He could feel the curve of her ass through her tight skirt, and it was impossible to ignore how inviting it was. "I’m sorry," he added softly, though his hands didn’t stop their exploration. "I just… I needed this. I need you."

Janina hesitated, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink tighter as she turned her head slightly to look at him. Her eyes were wide, filled with a mix of uncertainty and something darker, something that matched the heat in his own gaze. "Rahim," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "We can’t...stop!"

But he cut her off again, this time with his lips. He kissed her neck more urgently now, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through her dress. Janina gasped, her resolve wavering as she leaned back into him. Her body was betraying her, and they both knew it.

Finally, she turned fully in his arms, their faces inches apart. "Rahim," she breathed, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and desire. "This isn’t..."

"I know," he interrupted again, his voice rough but tender. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers for permission. "Just… let me kiss you. Just once."

Janina hesitated for what felt like an eternity, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.

Their lips met in a tentative kiss at first...soft, cautious, as if testing the waters. But then something shifted. The tension between them crackled like electricity, and the kiss deepened. Janina’s hands found their way to his shoulders, clutching him as if she were afraid he might pull away. Rahim’s arms tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

They kissed like that for what felt like forever slowly at first, then with growing intensity. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling as the heat between them escalated. Rahim’s hands roamed her back, then slid lower to cup her ass again, squeezing gently. Janina moaned softly against his lips, her body arching into his.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. Janina’s cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the intensity of their kiss. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Rahim…"

Rahim didn’t say anything. Instead, his gaze dropped to her chest, where the strap of her black mini dress had slipped slightly during their embrace. The sight of her cleavage, her huge assets made his mouth go dry. She was way bigger than Lina, fuller in ways that made his entire body ache with desire. His hands trembled slightly as they hovered near the straps of her dress, his mind racing with thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having.

“Janina,” he whispered, his voice thick with something she’d never heard from him before. Before she could protest or even process what was happening, Rahim gently pulled down the straps of her dress, letting the fabric fall to reveal her naked breasts. Her breath hitched as the cool air brushed against her skin, but she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice ragged. Without waiting for a response, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the curve of one breast. Janina gasped, her hands instinctively reaching out to grip the edge of the sink behind her.

“Rahim,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “We… we shouldn’t...”
But he wasn’t listening. His mouth closed over her nipple, sucking gently at first, then with increasing intensity. Janina’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as her fingers tangled in his hair. “Oh God,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “You… you should stop.”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he shifted his attention to her other breast, his tongue circling her nipple before taking it into his mouth again. Janina’s body arched into him, her whimpers growing louder as he alternated between her breasts, his hands cupping and kneading them with a firmness that sent waves of pleasure through her.

“Rahim,” she managed to say between breaths, her voice strained. “This… this is wrong.”
“I know,” he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing down to the valley between her breasts. “But I can’t stop.” His hand brushed against her thigh, his fingers skimming higher until they grazed the hem of her panties. Janina’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as his touch grew bolder.

She reached down, her fingers brushing against his hardness through his pants. “Rahim,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You’re so… I can’t...”

He groaned against her skin, his lips moving back up to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss. Janina melted into him, her resolve crumbling as their tongues tangled. She could feel his desperation, his need, and it only fueled her own. When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together.

“I want you,” he said, his voice low and rough. “All of you.”

Janina hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But before she could respond, Rahim turned her around to face the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with wide, lust-filled eyes. He bent her forward slightly, his hands sliding up her thighs beneath the hem of her dress.
“Rahim,” she said, panic creeping into her voice. “Wait...”

But he didn’t wait. With a swift motion, he pulled down her panties, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. Janina’s cheeks flushed as she watched him in the mirror, his eyes dark with desire. He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of her ass. Janina whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he began to kiss his way down, his tongue tracing a path to where she was most sensitive.

“Rahim,” she gasped, her knees threatening to buckle as his tongue found her clit. He licked and sucked with a fervor that left her breathless, his fingers slipping inside her as he worked her body with unrelenting intensity.

“You taste so good,” he groaned against her, his voice sending shivers down her spine. Janina moaned, her hips rocking against his mouth as pleasure built within her. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Her orgasm hit her suddenly, violently, every muscle in her body clenching as she cried out his name. Rahim didn’t stop until she was trembling and weak-kneed, her juices dripping down her thighs as he licked them away with a hunger that left her dazed.

When he finally stood, pulling her back against him, Janina could barely stand on her own. She sighed, leaning into his touch for a moment before gripping the edge of the basin for support.

“We need to get back before someone notices we’re gone,” she said, her voice shaky but firm, her eyes darting to the door as if expecting it to burst open at any moment.

But Rahim wasn’t ready to stop. His breath was ragged, his body trembling with pent-up need. He stepped closer, his hands sliding around her waist as he pulled her back against him. Janina could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into her through his pants, and her heart raced.
“Rahim,” she started, her voice pleading, “we can’t...”

“I want you,” he interrupted, his voice low and rough with desperation. His hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it up again, exposing her bare ass to the cool air of the bathroom. Janina’s breath hitched as she watched his reflection in the mirror, his hands cupping her naked breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples gently at first, then with increasing intensity.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Rahim murmured, his lips brushing against her neck as he ground his cock against her ass. Janina whimpered, her body responding despite her hesitation. She could feel his need, his urgency, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.

“Rahim, this isn’t right,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We should stop.”

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Chapter 39: Janina (Act 5)


But Rahim wasn’t listening. Janina was firmly pinned against the basin, her topless form exposed in the mirror. Her miniskirt was hiked up to her hips, revealing her bare ass to Rahim’s hungry gaze. She could see his reflection as he stood behind her.

His hands tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place as he tossed his shirt aside and unbuckled his belt with haste. Janina heard the clink of metal as he undid the buckle, then the rustle of fabric as he slid his pants and briefs down, freeing his hard cock. Her eyes widened in the mirror as she saw him fully nude, thick and pulsing with need, a sight that sent a jolt of both fear and arousal through her.

She knew what was coming and tried to turn around, her voice trembling. “Rahim, stop. You’ll regret this...” But he didn’t let her move. His hands gripped her hips with an iron hold, forcing her to face the mirror. His eyes were wild, drunk with lust and desperation. He needed this release, and he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled, his voice dripping with desire. “I can’t stop now.”

In the mirror, Janina’s reflection stared back at her huge tits swaying freely, nipples stiff and protruding, her ass round and inviting. Rahim’s breathing was ragged, his gaze fixated on her body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his voice thick with need. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly, making her gasp. “I’ve wanted this for so long from our time in the shop”

Janina’s mind was a whirlwind of guilt and desire. She tried again to protest, her voice shaky. “Rahim, please...this isn’t right. We can’t...” But he cut her off, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered lecherous remarks that sent shivers down her spine.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “Your tits bouncing, your ass begging for my cock. You want this as much as I do.” His words were crude, almost degrading, but they awakened something primal in her. She could feel herself growing wetter despite her attempts to resist.

Stop it, Rahim,” she pleaded, though her voice lacked conviction. “I’m ovulating....”

But Rahim was past that. “No,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. His cock pressed against her entrance, and Janina’s nails dug into the edge of the basin as she braced herself for what was coming. It had been months since she’d last been intimate, and while guilt twisted in her stomach, a flicker of anticipation surged through her. She couldn’t believe this was happening… but then came the silence.

Rahim paused, his breath hitching as he tried to push forward, but something wasn’t right. His cock, which had been hard and ready moments ago, began to soften. He froze, his grip on her hips tightening as he muttered under his breath, “What the hell?”

Janina turned her head slightly, her voice trembling. “Rahim? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he snapped, his tone sharp with frustration. He stepped back slightly, and Janina could hear the faint sound of him stroking himself, trying to will his body to cooperate. His breathing grew ragged, but it was no use. His cock remained stubbornly limp.

His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them roughly in a desperate attempt to reignite his arousal. “Damn it,” he growled, his voice laced with irritation and embarrassment.

Janina turned around fully now, her eyes widening as she saw the state he was in. Rahim stood there, his face flushed, his cock soft against his thigh. Her cheeks burned with a mix of awkwardness and pity. “Rahim…” she started, her voice hesitant.

“This doesn’t usually happen,” he muttered, his tone defensive but tinged with shame. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes darting away from hers. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

Janina reached for her dress, pulling it back up to cover herself as she avoided his gaze. “Maybe… maybe it’s for the best,” she said softly, though her voice lacked conviction. “This was a mistake. We both know that.”

Rahim shook his head, his frustration still evident. “It’s not a mistake. I want this. I want you.”

She looked at him then, her eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and resolve. “Rahim, you have a wife. A life. This isn’t who you are.”

He opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I just… I needed this. I needed you.”

Janina took a step back, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. “You’re upset—about Lina, about everything and you’re looking for an escape. But this isn’t the way, Rahim.”

He stared at her, his expression softening as the weight of her words sank in. “You’re right,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

She nodded, her eyes sad but understanding. “You need to figure things out with her. What happened tonight… it shouldn’t have happened.”

There was a long pause before Rahim spoke again, his voice tentative. “Do you think… do you think we could meet again? Not like this, but… just to talk?”

Janina shook her head firmly. “No, Rahim. You need to focus on your marriage. I’m not here to homewreck it.” He flinched at her words, guilt etching across his face. “I didn’t mean....”

“I know,” she interrupted gently. “But it’s time for me to go.”

Janina quickly finished dressing, avoiding eye contact as she moved toward the door. Rahim stood there, still half-naked, watching her with a mixture of regret and longing.

“Janina,” he said softly as she reached for the door handle.

She paused but didn’t turn around. “Take care of yourself, Rahim.” And with that, she slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him standing alone in the dimly lit room, his mind a whirlwind of emotions he couldn’t quite sort through.

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Chapter 39: Janina (Act 6)


The cold night air hit Rahim like a physical blow, shocking him out of his drunken haze. The sharp, metallic taste of guilt was sudden and overwhelming. He fumbled with his zipper, his fingers clumsy as he stumbled out of the bar’s back entrance, his eyes scanning the nearly empty parking lot.

There. A flicker of movement near a solitary sedan. Janina, her silhouette tense under the weak glow of a distant security light. She was walking fast, her heels tapping a frantic, retreating rhythm on the asphalt.

“Janina! Wait!” he called out, his voice rough.
She didn’t turn around, but her pace faltered. He jogged the short distance, his breath misting in the chill, catching up to her just as she reached for her car door handle.

“Janina, please.” He was slightly out of breath, the full weight of what he’d done crashing down on him. “Just… talk to me. Please.”

She finally turned, and in the dim light, he saw the tear tracks glistening on her cheeks. Her carefully applied makeup was smudged, her eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears. She looked devastated, and the sight of it carved a hole in his chest.

“What is there to say, Rahim?” Her voice was a fractured whisper. “We… we just… in a bathroom…” She shook her head, unable to finish, her gaze dropping to the ground.
“I know. I’m so sorry. I was… I wasn’t myself.” He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture agitated. “It was wrong. So wrong.”

She didn’t contradict him. Instead, she clicked the key fob, the car’s interior light blinking on as the doors unlocked. “Get in,” she said, her voice hollow. “We can’t do this out here.”

He slid into the passenger seat, the small space instantly filling with the scent of her perfume and the lingering, musky smell of their recent passion. The leather seat was cool against his back. She got in, closed her door, and for a long moment, they just sat in the profound silence, the only sound their uneven breathing fogging the windows, sealing them in a private, intimate bubble.

“I betrayed my wife,” Rahim said, the words tasting like ash. “I’ve never… I’ve never done that.”

Janina stared straight ahead through the windshield into the darkness. “And I almost slept with a married man. A man whose wife is pregnant. My God.” She brought a trembling hand to her forehead.
His own conflicting emotions mirrored hers exactly.

“I wanted it to happen,” he admitted, the confession torn from him. “I was a mess when I came to the bar. Angry. Hurt. Drunk. But with you… for those few minutes… it all just stopped. The noise in my head just stopped. I felt calm. For the first time in weeks, I felt calm. Didn't you feel the same?” He dared a glance at her.
She was quiet for so long he thought she wouldn’t answer. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand shaking slightly.

She finally breathed out, the word barely audible. “It’s been… a long time. Too long. My husband and I… we don’t… it’s complicated.” She shifted in her seat, the movement causing her skirt to ride up her thigh. Rahim’s eyes were drawn to the smooth skin, remembering the feel of it under his hands.

A jolt of pure, raw heat went straight to Rahim’s groin. He shifted, trying to discreetly adjust himself. The image of her bent over the sink, her reflection watching them, her full breasts swaying, flooded back with punishing clarity.

“Janina…” His voice was low, thick with a desire he had no right to feel.
“Don’t,” she said, but her protest was weak. She finally turned to look at him, and her eyes were no longer just sad. They were dark, searching, filled with a mirrored hunger. The interior light caught the sheen of perspiration on her collarbone. “We can’t. This was a terrible mistake. A one-time… moment of madness.”

“I know,” he agreed, but he was leaning closer, drawn to her like a magnet. The scent of her, a mix of floral perfume and pure, aroused woman, was overwhelming. “But was it? Nothing happened in the end”

Her breathing shallowed. He could see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat. Her lips, still slightly swollen from his kisses, parted.

“What are you saying?” Her question was a breathy challenge.
“I’m saying I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. The way you invited me to take you before I couldn’t....” His gaze dropped to her mouth.

“This is wrong,” she insisted, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
“It is,” he murmured, his face now just inches from hers. The space between them crackled with tension. He could feel the warmth of her skin. “But right now, feeling the way I’m feeling… I don’t seem to care.”

The tension in the car was palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife. Rahim’s hand still cupped Janina’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. Her eyes were wide, conflicted, and he could see the battle raging within her...the tug-of-war between desire and morality.“This is wrong,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “You’re married. I’m married. We can’t do this.”

Rahim’s jaw tightened, his own inner turmoil mirroring hers. “I know it’s wrong. But when I’m this close to you… I don’t care. I can’t think straight.”

Janina turned her face away, breaking the contact of his hand. “Rahim, stop. This isn’t us. We’re not like this. You’re drunk, and I’m… I’m just…” She trailed off, her breath hitching as his fingers traced down her neck, sending shivers through her body.

“Just what?” he pressed, his voice low and insistent. “Tell me. Because I can feel it too. You want this as much as I do.”
She shook her head, but the movement was weak, half-hearted. “No, I don’t. I can’t.”

But Rahim wasn’t giving up. He leaned closer, his lips hovering inches from hers. “Then why haven’t you pushed me away? Why are you still here?”

Janina’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could form the words, Rahim closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

For a moment, she froze, her hands pressing against his chest as if to push him away. But then, with a soft moan, she melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The heat between them was instant, a wildfire that neither of them could control.

Rahim’s hands moved to her shoulders, sliding down to grip her waist as he deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed against hers, teasing and demanding, and she responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair. The taste of her was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless. Janina’s eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from his kisses. She opened her mouth to speak, but Rahim didn’t give her the chance. He pulled her back in, his lips crashing against hers again as his hands roamed over her body.

This time, there was no hesitation. Janina moaned into his mouth as his fingers found the hem of her blouse, sliding underneath to skim across her bare skin. His touch was electric, sending sparks shooting through her veins.

“Rahim,” she gasped, pulling back slightly. “We… we shouldn’t…”

But he silenced her with another kiss, his hands moving up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her bra. She arched into his touch, a needy whimper escaping her throat.

“You feel so good,” he murmured against her lips, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. “God, Janina, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She moaned again, her hands fisting in his shirt as he continued to tease her. “This is insane,” she breathed, but she made no move to stop him.

Rahim’s lips left hers, trailing down her neck to the soft curve of her shoulder. His teeth grazed her skin, eliciting another gasp from her. “Maybe it is,” he admitted between kisses. “But I don’t care. Not right now.”

His hands moved to the straps of her blouse, sliding them down her shoulders and exposing more of her skin to his hungry gaze. Janina shivered as the cool air hit her flesh, but the heat of his mouth quickly replaced it. He kissed his way down her collarbone, his tongue flicking over her sensitive skin.

When he reached the swell of her breasts, he paused, his hands moving to unclasp her bra. The garment fell away, leaving her completely bare to him. Rahim groaned at the sight, his hands immediately moving to cup her ample mounds.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his thumbs brushing over her stiff peaks.
Janina’s breath hitched as he lowered his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth. She cried out as he sucked hard, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Rahim alternated between her breasts, lavishing each one with attention. His tongue swirled around her nipples, teasing them until they were hard and sensitive.

He sucked and nibbled, leaving marks that would linger long after tonight.
“Rahim,” Janina moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair. “Oh God…”

But he wasn’t finished. His mouth continued its relentless assault on her breasts, sucking and biting as his hands kneaded the soft flesh. He was like a man possessed, unable to get enough of her.

Eventually, Janina pushed him back slightly, her breathing ragged. “Wait,” she panted, looking around the dimly lit parking lot. “We… we can’t do this here. Someone might see.”

Rahim nodded reluctantly, understanding the risk. Without a word, he climbed into the back seat, pulling Janina with him. The space was cramped, but neither of them cared. They were too consumed by their shared need.

Once settled, Janina straddled Rahim’s lap, her hands immediately moving to undo his belt. She pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, freeing his throbbing erection. For a moment, she hesitated, staring at him with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

“Janina,” Rahim rasped, his hands gripping her hips. “Please…”

She bit her lip, torn between her conscience and the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. Finally, she made up her mind. Leaning down, she pressed a tentative kiss to the tip of his cock.

Rahim groaned at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. Encouraged by his reaction, Janina took him fully into her mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure.

“Oh fuck,” Rahim moaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to move up and down his length. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft.

Janina alternated between slow and fast movements, driving him wild with desire. She deep-throated him effortlessly, taking him deeper than anyone ever had before. Rahim couldn’t believe how skilled she was with every flick of her tongue, every suck of her lips sent him spiraling closer to the edge.

He moaned her name over and over, his hands gripping the headrest for support as she worked him with expert precision. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she would ease off, prolonging the torture.

“Janina,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re incredible. Don’t stop.”
She didn’t. Instead, she increased the pace, bobbing up and down his length with a rhythm that left him breathless. Rahim’s hands moved to her breasts again, squeezing and kneading them as she continued to pleasure him.

The combination of sensations was too much. Rahim could feel himself teetering on the edge of release, his entire body taut with anticipation.

“Janina,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m close…”
With one final, powerful thrust, Rahim let go, his body shuddering as he spilled inside her mouth. He kept pumping, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until he was completely spent.

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Chapter 40: Janina (Act 7)


"That was… incredible," Janina murmured softly, as she swallowed every drop before resting on the seat. "I’ve never felt anything like that before."

"Neither have I," Rahim admitted, his voice still hoarse from exertion. He ran a hand through her hair, his fingers tangling in the damp strands. "But… what does this mean? Where do we go from here?"

Janina hesitated, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "I don’t know," she admitted quietly. "This… this can’t happen again, Rahim. You’re married. I’m married. We both have responsibilities."

"I know," Rahim said, his tone heavy with regret. "But… I can’t just forget about this. About you."

"Neither can I," Janina whispered, her voice barely audible. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with conflict. "But we have to think about the people we love. About the lives we’ve built."

Rahim sighed, his arms tightening around her. "I don’t want to hurt my wife," he said softly. "I love her. But… being with you… it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before."

Janina nodded, her heart aching with the weight of their shared guilt. "I feel the same way," she admitted. "But we can’t keep doing this, Rahim. It’s not fair to them… or to us."


Rahim hesitated, his gaze lingering on her as she dressed. Despite the guilt gnawing at him, he couldn’t deny the pull he still felt toward her. He leaned in, capturing her lips in one final, desperate kiss. Janina responded instinctively, her hands gripping his shoulders as their mouths met in a feverish clash of longing and regret.

But just as things began to heat up again, Janina pulled away, her breath ragged. “No,” she said firmly, her voice trembling but resolute. “We can’t. This has to end, Rahim. Here. Now.”

Rahim sighed, frustration and desire warring within him. “You’re right,” he admitted grudgingly, pulling away from her. They finished dressing in silence, the tension between them palpable but unspoken.

As Rahim stepped out of the car, the cold night air hit him like a sobering slap. He turned to Janina one last time, his voice barely above a whisper. “This stays between us. No one can ever know.”

Janina nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “No one,” she echoed.

With that, Rahim walked to his bike, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a boulder. The ride home was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of Janina, her lips, her body, the way she had responded to him so completely. But as he pulled into the driveway and saw the lights still on in their apartment, a wave of guilt washed over him.

Inside, Lina was curled up on the couch, her face pale and tear-streaked. She looked up as he entered, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “Rahim,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

He crossed the room in three long strides and gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I shouldn’t have left you like that. I was angry, but that’s no excuse.”

Lina clung to him, her body trembling. “I thought you wouldn’t come back,” she admitted, her voice muffled against his shirt.

Rahim cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’ll always come back to you, Lina. No matter what.”
She nodded, but her tears continued to fall. “I hate myself for what happened,” she confessed. “For keeping it from you.”
“Shh,” he soothed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “We’ll get through this. Together.”

For a moment, they just held each other, the silence between them filled with unspoken words and lingering pain. Finally, Rahim spoke again, his voice soft but firm.

“You don’t have to tell me everything,” he said. “What’s done is done. We should keep this whatever happened to us a secret. From everyone. And we’ll never talk about it again.”

Lina looked up at him, her eyes searching his for something, forgiveness, understanding, maybe both. “Okay,” she whispered.

They made their way to bed shortly after, Lina curling up close to Rahim as they lay down together. She seemed relieved, her breathing steadying as she drifted off to sleep. But Rahim lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

His mind kept drifting back to Janina, the way she had looked at him in the bar, the feel of her skin under his hands, the sounds she had made as they’d lost themselves in each other. It was surreal, almost like a dream he couldn’t wake up from. He yearned for more, even as he knew it was wrong.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook him, and he fell into a fitful sleep. His dreams were vivid and chaotic, filled with images of Janina, her lips, her tight body, her breasts and ass all waiting for him in the backseat of that car. He woke up several times throughout the night, sweating and restless, only to find Lina asleep beside him.

Each time, he reminded himself of the promise he had made to her and to himself. But deep down, he wondered if he could truly keep it.

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Chapter 40: Janina (Act 8)


The week that followed was a blur of preparations and difficult decisions. Rahim couldn’t shake the feeling that Lina would be better off giving birth in her hometown, closer to her parents. The last few weeks had been emotionally taxing, and with Lina due in just three weeks, he knew she needed all the support she could get.

One evening, as they sat together in their small living room, Rahim broached the subject gently. “Lina,” he began, his voice soft but firm, “I think it would be best for you to stay with your parents until the baby comes. They can take care of you, and you’ll be closer to proper medical facilities.”

Lina’s eyes widened, and she shook her head immediately. “No, Rahim. I want to be here with you. I don’t want to be away from you during this time.”

He reached for her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “I know, love. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot. The shop needs me, and I can’t always be here to take care of you the way you deserve. Your parents can give you the attention and care you need right now.”

Her lips trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. “But what if something happens? What if I need you?”

Rahim leaned in, brushing a tear from her cheek. “I’ll be just a phone call away. And I promise I’ll come back two days before the baby is due. You’ll be in good hands, Lina. Your parents love you, and they’ll take care of you better than I ever could.”

For a long moment, Lina was silent, her fingers tightening around his. Finally, she nodded reluctantly. “Okay,” she whispered.

“But only because you’re making sense.”
Rahim smiled, relief washing over him. “Thank you,” he said softly. “Now, let’s start packing. We’ll leave tomorrow morning.”

The next day, Rahim helped Lina into the cab, carefully loading her bags and all the baby essentials they’d prepared. The three-hour journey was quiet, with Lina resting her head on his shoulder most of the way.

When they arrived at her parents’ home, they were greeted warmly. Her mother enveloped Lina in a tight hug, her eyes misty with emotion. “Oh, my dear girl! We’re so happy to have you here. And we can’t wait to meet our grandchild!”

Her father shook Rahim’s hand firmly. “You made the right decision, son. We’ll take good care of her,” he assured him.

Rahim spent the next two nights helping Lina settle into her old bedroom. He added a baby cot and made sure all the necessary items were in place. Lina’s younger brother, Arif, was also there, eager to help wherever he could.

On the second evening, as Rahim prepared to leave, Lina clung to him. “Can’t you stay a little longer?” she pleaded, her voice tinged with sadness.

He cupped her face in his hands, his gaze steady. “I wish I could, Lina. But the shop needs me. It’s the only way we can provide for our baby.”

She nodded, though her eyes were still full of worry. “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself. Eat well and get enough rest.”
“I promise,” he said, pulling her into a tender embrace. “And I’ll call you every day. I’ll be back two days before the baby is due. I won’t miss it for the world.”

Her parents stood nearby, her mother wiping away a tear. “Don’t worry, Lina,” she said. “We’ll keep you busy and distracted until then.”

With one last kiss goodbye, Rahim climbed into the cab and headed home. As the car pulled away, he felt a mix of emotions relief that Lina was safe and cared for, but also a pang of loneliness knowing she wouldn’t be by his side for the next few weeks.

When he returned to their empty apartment, he was struck by how quiet it felt without her. But he reminded himself that this was for the best. He poured himself into work at the shop, determined to keep it running smoothly while counting down the days until he could be with Lina again.

Every night, he called her, hearing her voice and reassuring himself that she was okay.

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Chapter 40: Janina (Act 9)


The silence of the apartment had become a physical presence, a heavy blanket of dust motes and regret. Rahim stood amidst it, the memory of Lina’s floral scent fading from the cushions. Work at the shop was a mechanical routine, a series of transactions that did little to fill the hollow space in his chest. And every time the bell above the door chimed, his head snapped up, hoping for a glimpse of sleek dark hair and a smile that had, for one night, made him feel like a different man. But Janina never came.

He’d replayed their encounter in the bar’s bathroom, then against her car, a hundred times. The raw, unfiltered hunger. The way his body, which had felt so sluggish and inadequate with Lina, even with those damn pills, had responded with a primal urgency he’d thought was lost to his youth. Two hours. That’s all it had taken to meet her, want her, and have her. The efficiency of it haunted him.

For three nights, his own hand was a poor substitute, the fantasy of Janina’s gasp in his ear the only thing that brought him release. His phone became an instrument of torture. He’d sent carefully worded texts, messages that could be read as simple shopkeeper follow-ups if her husband ever saw them.

“Hope the groceries were satisfactory.”

“The new shipment of basmati rice you like just arrived.”

She’d replied to the first two with brief, polite acknowledgements. Then, nothing. The last message, “Just thinking about that night,” was left on ‘read’, a digital silence that screamed.

He couldn’t stand it. Casually, he’d asked Mrs. Lim, another regular, if she knew where the “nice lady who buys the imported spices” lived, mentioning a supposed mis-delivery. The address was given freely. The plan, a flimsy shield of bravado, was formed. A bag of her usual weekly shopping was prepared, his alibi.

Now, standing before her polished wooden door, the bag of groceries feeling absurdly domestic in his hand, his courage wavered. He rang the bell once. Twice. A third time, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Nothing. Stupid. This is stupid. He turned to leave, the weight of his foolishness crushing him.

The click of the lock stopped him dead.
The door swung open. Janina stood there, clad in simple grey lounge pants and a fitted black top, her hair tied in a loose knot. She was barefoot. She looked softer, more real than the siren from the bar, and somehow more beautiful. Her eyes, wide with shock, locked onto his.

“Rahim? What… how are you here? How did you find my house?”

His voice was tighter than he intended. “A customer mentioned this area. I… I was in the neighbourhood. Thought I’d drop off your usual order. You haven’t been in.” He held up the bag, a pathetic peace offering.
She stared at the bag, then back at his face, her expression unreadable. A tense silence stretched between them, filled with the unspoken memory of skin and whispers. Finally, she stepped back. “You should come in. Off the doorstep, at least.”
He crossed the threshold into a cool, tastefully furnished living room. The air smelled of lemons and clean linen.

“Can I get you some water?” she asked, her voice formal, distant.

“No. No, thank you.” He set the groceries down on a sleek console table, the sound too loud in the quiet house. He scanned the room, the question burning his tongue.

“Is… is anyone else home?”
“My husband is away on a business trip. The children are at college.” Her words were clipped, but he saw the slight tremor in her hand as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

A wave of relief so potent it left him dizzy washed over him. He was alone with her. The knowledge cracked the careful facade he’d built. He breathed easier, the official pretext evaporating.

The awkwardness returned, thick and suffocating. They stood a few feet apart, strangers bound by a intensely intimate secret.

“The shop is… good?” she finally asked, filling the silence with meaningless noise.
“Busy. Quiet without…” He trailed off, not wanting to say Lina’s name in this space.
“Yes.”

Another silence. This was unbearable. He had to say it. He had to know.

“Janina,” he began, his voice dropping, losing its shopkeeper’s cadence, becoming just a man’s voice, rough with need. “I couldn’t… I haven’t been able to think straight. Since that night.”

Her gaze flickered to the floor, then back to him, a wariness in her eyes. “Rahim, that was… a mistake. We were both emotional. Drunk.”

“Were we?” he pressed, taking a single step closer. The space between them charged like the air before a storm. “Because I remember everything with perfect clarity. I remember the way you tasted. The way you felt. I remember… everything.”

She swallowed, a delicate motion he watched with rapt attention. “You shouldn’t be here. You have a wife. A child on the way.”

“I know what I have!” The words burst out of him, louder than intended, laced with a frustration he’d been carrying for months.

He took a breath, reining himself in. “I know. And I feel like hell for it. But that doesn’t change what happened between us. It doesn’t erase the fact that for the first time in a long time, I felt… alive.” He ran a hand through his hair, desperate. “I just need to know. Was it just a mistake for you? Did you feel any of what I felt? Or was I just… convenient?”

He laid it all bare, his guilt, his confusion, his desperate need for validation. He watched her, his entire world narrowing to the micro-expressions on her face—the slight part of her lips, the conflict darkening her eyes, the way her chest rose and fell a little too fast.

She looked away, hugging herself. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t nothing,” she whispered, the admission seeming to cost her. “But that doesn’t make it right. You need to go.”

“Just tell me,” he pleaded, closing the distance until only a foot separated them. He could smell her perfume now, something light and floral, undercut with the warm scent of her skin. “Please. I’ve been going out of my mind. Tell me what you felt.”

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Chapter 40: Janina (Act 10)


Janina’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, her hands instinctively rising to press against his chest as if to create a barrier between them. “Rahim, stop,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of guilt. “I’ve felt it too. I’ve been haunted by that night, just like you. But we can’t do this. I can’t risk my marriage. You need to leave.”

Her words were firm, but her body betrayed her hesitation. As she pushed him away, she leaned in to press a soft, fleeting kiss on his cheek. Tears streamed down her face, and for a moment, their bodies brushed close enough for Rahim to feel the warmth of her breasts against his chest. His heart clenched at the thought that this might be their final moment together.

“Stop sending groceries to my house,” she said, her voice wavering but resolute. “Please, Rahim. Don’t come here again. We can’t keep doing this.”

Rahim’s jaw tightened, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. He wasn’t ready to let go, not yet. “Can I at least get a coffee?” he asked, his tone softer now, almost pleading. “One last coffee, Janina. Then I’ll go.”

She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the kitchen before she nodded reluctantly. “Fine. One last coffee.”

As she turned and walked toward the kitchen, Rahim’s eyes caught sight of a framed photograph on the table. It was a picture of Janina with her husband and children, a picture-perfect family frozen in a moment of happiness. But Rahim could see the strain behind her smile, the quiet unhappiness that lingered in her eyes. He knew she was staying for the kids, but it didn’t make it any easier to accept.

He followed her into the kitchen, his steps slow and deliberate. Janina bent over to pick up a spoon she’d dropped, and

Rahim’s breath hitched as he took in the curve of her ass, the way her pants clung to her generous figure. Memories of their encounter in the bar’s bathroom flooded back, the way he’d almost taken her from behind, his moans echoing off inside her car as she sucked him off. His cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of his pants, and he felt a surge of heat course through him.

Before he could stop himself, he moved closer, his hands reaching out to grab her ass firmly. Janina gasped, shuddering in shock as she spun around to face him.

“Rahim, what are you doing?!” she whispered harshly, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else, something that made his pulse race.

He cupped her mouth gently, not to silence her but to reassure her. “Shh, I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, his voice low and urgent. “But I can’t leave without this.

Let me have you once, Janina. Please.”
She struggled against him, her hands pushing at his chest. “No, Rahim! Stop!”

But Rahim’s resolve had hardened into something primal, something unrelenting. He guided her backward until she was bent over the dining table, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. “You don’t understand,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “I need this. I need you.”

With trembling hands, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and briefs in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and aching. Janina’s protests grew louder, but Rahim was beyond reason now.

He reached for her waistband, unbuttoning her pants and tugging them down along with her thin panties. Her ass was exposed to him, and he groaned at the sight.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his hands roaming over her curves as she squirmed beneath him.
Janina’s breathing was ragged now, her resistance weakening as his touch ignited something deep within her. “Rahim, please… we can’t…”

But he was already positioning himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wetness with no sign of limping unlike previously. He entered her in one slow, deliberate thrust, eliciting a sharp cry from Janina that quickly turned into a moan.

Rahim gripped her hips tightly, his movements growing more forceful as he buried himself in her again and again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands sliding her top up to unclip her bra and cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples roughly, pulling gasps and moans from her lips. “You feel incredible, Janina. I can’t get enough of you.”

Janina’s protests had turned into muffled whimpers of pleasure as her body responded to his relentless rhythm. She clenched the edge of the table, her knuckles white as she tried to steady herself. Despite her earlier resistance, she could feel herself being drawn deeper into the heat of the moment.

“Rahim… slow down,” she pleaded but her voice lacked conviction. Her body betraying her as she arched into his thrusts, her moans growing louder with every movement.

He didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered crude promises, each word dripping with lust and desperation. “I’m going to make you scream my name so loud, your neighbors will hear. You’re going to come so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. And when I’m done with you, you’ll forget what your husband’s cock feels like.”

Janina’s cheeks burned at his filthy words, but her body responded eagerly, her hips grinding back against his. “Rahim… stop… this is wrong,” she gasped, though her voice was weak, her resistance crumbling under the weight of her own desire.

“Wrong?” he growled, his thrusts slowing momentarily as he tightened his grip on her hips. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t feel how good I make you feel.”

She couldn’t. Her body had already betrayed her, her three climaxes proof of the pleasure he was giving her. She moaned loudly, her nails digging into the edge of the table as he slammed into her again, his grunts growing louder with every thrust.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice rough and uneven. “I can’t believe how fucking good you feel. I’m not stopping until you’re begging for more.”

Janina’s moans filled the kitchen now, her earlier resistance replaced by surrender.

“Rahim… oh God… you’re going to ruin me,” she cried, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and guilt. He chuckled darkly, his pace relentless.

She could feel him easing to a halt, and for a moment, she thought he had finished. But then he flipped her onto her back on the dining table, his hands tearing at her top and bra, revealing her naked body to him. Janina tried to cover herself, but Rahim quickly pulled her arms away, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight of her large breasts.

“God, look at you,” he muttered, his hands kneading her flesh before his mouth descended on her nipples, sucking and biting with a ferocity that left her gasping. He sucked them hard, his tongue swirling around her sensitive peaks, driving her wild.

“Rahim… please… that’s too much,” she moaned, but her body arched into his mouth, betraying her true desire.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust. “You love it. Don’t lie to me, Janina. I can feel how wet you are for me.”

She couldn’t deny it. Her legs spread wider as he entered her again, deeper this time, his hands gripping her breasts roughly as he thrust into her. Her hands gripped his wrists as he squeezed her breasts, the pleasure-pain sending waves of ecstasy through her.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to fill you up until there’s nothing left.”

Janina gasped at his aggression, her body trembling under his onslaught. “Rahim… I can’t… it’s too much…”

But he didn’t stop. The table creaked under their weight, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. He leaned down again, his mouth close to her ear as he whispered even filthier things.

“I want to tie you up and fuck you all night long. I want to taste every inch of you. I want to make you scream until your throat is raw,” he murmured, his words painting vivid images of depravity and desire.

Janina’s entire body trembled as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her weak and panting. She no longer resisted; instead, she yearned for his cock after fighting it for so long.

Rahim slowed again, his own release looming as he gripped her hips tighter. “Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice ragged.

“I want it,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “I want you.”

With that admission, Rahim carried her from the table, her legs wrapped around his back as he began an intense standing fuck. Janina was shocked by his strength as she rode him hard for a good ten minutes before he finally took her to a nearby bedroom.

He lay on his back on the bed, completely naked, as Janina sat on his thick cock. She winced in pain as she began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with every movement. This new position drove Rahim wild, and Janina could feel his cock swelling inside her.

“Fuck! You’re so goddamn tight!” he moaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You’re going to make me lose it.”
Janina pleaded with him, “Rahim, please… cum outside…”

But he shook his head fiercely. “No way. I’m filling you up deep inside.”

With a final, deep thrust, Rahim let go, spilling himself inside her with a guttural groan. He kept pumping a few more times before Janina collapsed on his chest, thick streams of semen oozing out of her pussy.

They lay there in silence, their bodies tangled together, the only sound their heavy breathing. Rahim knew this wasn’t the end but for now, he had what he needed. And so did she.

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Chapter 41: Janina (Act 11)


The bedroom was a swamp of heat and sweat, the air thick with the raw, musky scent of sex and the faint, medicinal tinge of the ointment. A sharp, rhythmic slap of damp skin meeting damp skin was the only clock counting the passing moments. Janina surfaced from a deep, exhausted sleep to the sensation of being filled, a slow, relentless undulation beneath her. Rahim was still on top of her, his body a solid, heavy weight, moving with a driven, animalistic rhythm that spoke of a need far beyond satiation.

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. She saw the small jar on the nightstand, its contents gleaming. He must have applied more while I was out, she thought, her mind still fuzzy. The pungent, earthy smell of it clung to him, to her, to the very sheets.

She felt overly sensitive, every nerve ending alight. A warm, aching pulse radiated from her core with each of his deep, measured thrusts. His mouth was at her neck, not kissing, but tasting her skin, his tongue leaving a cool trail on her heated flesh before he moved to her breast, drawing a peaked, tender nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. A low moan vibrated through him into her.

“You’re awake,” he murmured against her skin, his voice a gravelly rumble. He lifted his head, his eyes dark and unfocused with lust, and captured her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. It was less about affection and more about consumption, his tongue mapping the inside of her mouth with a possessive urgency.

He pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment before he began to move down her body. He paused his thrusts, withdrawing from her with a soft, wet sound that made her shiver. He kissed a path down her sternum, over the gentle curve of her belly, his hands spreading her thighs wider.

“Rahim… wait…” she breathed, her voice weak. Her body felt used, her muscles liquid and uncooperative.

He didn’t listen. His mouth found her core, and she jolted. She was exquisitely sensitive there, swollen and slick, and the touch of his tongue was almost too much to bear. He licked her slowly, thoroughly, tasting himself on her, and the dual sensation of his invasion and the residual thrum of his previous releases inside her made her head spin.

“I feel complete inside you,” he groaned into her wetness, the words vibrating through her. “Whole. Like I’ve been searching for this my whole fucking life.”
Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. 2:17 PM. The number, digit, figure glowed faintly in the gloom. She’d first opened her door to him at half-past nine. A cold shock ran through her feverish body. Four hours.

He’d been at this for four hours. Her mind, still clouded with sleep and pleasure, did the math. The soreness that was a dull ache everywhere, the specific, tender bruises on her breasts from his hungry mouth and possessive hands… it wasn’t from one round. Or two.

She tried to push at his shoulders, a feeble attempt to regain some control. “Stop… please, Rahim. I can’t… I’m too tired.”

He ignored her weak protests, his grip on her thighs firm as he moved back up her body, his cock, slick with her wetness and his own spend, prodding insistently at her entrance once more. He was impossibly hard, as rigid as he’d been that first time hours ago. The ointment was a miracle worker.

“Just enjoy it, Janina,” he commanded, his voice rough as he pushed back into her in one smooth, deep stroke that punched the air from her lungs. “Let me give you this. I’ve never… I’ve never been able to do this before. I came inside you four times while you slept. Four. This is the fifth. You do something to me.”

A fifth time. The number echoed in her head, a testament to a stamina that bordered on terrifying. He began to move again, his pace quickening, becoming harder, more frantic. The sound of their bodies meeting grew louder, wetter, a lewd percussion to their ragged breathing. He was a man possessed, fucking her with a single-minded intensity that left no room for anything but sensation.

He gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach with a strength that stole her breath. The mattress dipped under his knees as he positioned himself behind her. He didn’t hesitate. He drove into her from behind, his length spearing her deeply. Each thrust was a powerful piston, his hips slamming against the full, rounded curves of her ass with a force that was both punishing and electrifying.

“Fuck! Your ass… Jesus…” he grunted, his words slurring with the effort of his movements. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, holding her steady for his relentless pace. She could only brace herself on her elbows, a soft, continuous moan being forced from her with every impact.

His rhythm became erratic, frantic. He leaned over her, covering her back with his sweat-slick chest, his mouth near her ear. “Gonna fill you up again… gonna mark you…”

With a guttural, raw shout that was half-scream, half-prayer, he plunged into her as deep as he could go and held there. She felt the hot, pulsing release of his fifth orgasm flooding into her, a seemingly endless cascade that seemed to go on and on. His entire body tensed, shuddered violently, and then collapsed heavily atop her, crushing her into the mattress.

For a long time, there was only the sound of their labored breathing mingling in the humid air. The ceiling fan whirred uselessly above, doing little to cool their overheated skin. He was a dead weight, but she lacked the strength to push him off.
Slowly, he rolled off her, his spent cock sliding out of her with a final, wet sigh. He lay on his back beside her, one arm thrown over his eyes. The silence stretched, thick and heavy.

“My wife,” he finally said, his voice hoarse, “she never… I could never go more than once. I thought it was me.”
Janina stared at the water-stained ceiling, her body humming with a strange, exhausted euphoria. “And now?”

“Now I know it was her.” He turned his head to look at her, his expression unreadable in the shadows. “You’re like a drug, Janina. I don’t think one hit will ever be enough.”

She swallowed, the reality of his words, of the entire afternoon, settling on her like a weight. “What are we doing, Rahim?”
He was silent for a moment. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “But I know I’m not done.”

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Chapter 41: Janina (Act 12)


Janina’s breath was still uneven, her body throbbing with the aftermath of Rahim’s relentless passion. Her eyes wandered to the small jar on the nightstand, its contents glinting ominously in the dim light. She hesitated for a moment before pointing to it, her voice soft but curious.

“What’s that? Is that why you were able to go... five times? I’ve never been with anyone who could do more than three in a single night, let alone five.”

Rahim’s gaze followed hers to the jar, and for a moment, he looked almost sheepish. He reached for it, turning it over in his hands as if contemplating his answer. “I found this in my wife’s drawer,” he admitted reluctantly. “There was a note stuck to it...‘manhood enhancer, apply before action.’ I thought it was some kind of gift she bought for me, something she planned to give me later. I didn’t think much of it until…” He trailed off, his voice low, almost defensive.

Janina’s brows furrowed. “So you think it’s from Lina? But why would she have something like this?” She paused, her mind racing. “Rahim, this isn’t about you or her...it’s this stuff. It’s what’s making you go so many rounds.”

Rahim shook his head stubbornly, his jaw tightening. “No, that’s not it. I only used it for the first time today, with you. It’s not the oil...it’s you. You make me feel… different. Stronger.”

Janina sighed, frustration creeping into her tone. “Rahim, listen to me. This isn’t natural. I don’t know what’s in that jar, but it’s not safe. You need to stop using it. We don’t even know the side effects or how it was made. Please, just stop.”

Rahim’s eyes darkened, and he looked at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. He set the jar back on the nightstand but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned away slightly, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Janina glanced at the clock and quickly realized how much time had passed. “I need to pick up my kids from college soon,” she said, her voice tinged with urgency. She started to sit up, pulling the bedsheet around her body in an attempt to cover herself.

But Rahim didn’t move. His gaze lingered on her, raking over her from head to toe with an unreadable expression. Slowly, almost deliberately, he got out of bed and walked over to the nightstand. Janina watched in confusion as he picked up the jar again, unscrewing the lid with a soft click.

The moment he opened it, a pungent, earthy smell filled the air, sharp and intoxicating. Janina’s eyes widened as she saw him dip two fingers into the jar, scooping out a small amount of the oily substance. Without hesitation, he began rubbing it onto his limp cock, starting from the base and working his way to the tip.

“Rahim, what are you doing?” Janina asked, her voice trembling. “I told you to stop using that!”

He ignored her, his eyes fixed on his own hand as he stroked himself vigorously. To Janina’s horror, she watched as his cock began to swell and harden, veins popping out along its length as it grew thicker and more imposing than she had ever seen it.

It looked almost otherworldly, glistening with the oil, pulsating with a life of its own.
Rahim let out a low groan, his breathing becoming ragged as he continued to stroke himself. “You see this?” he said, his voice rough and guttural. “This is what you do to me, Janina. This is all because of you.”

Janina shook her head in disbelief, pulling the bedsheet tighter around her body. “No, Rahim, it’s not me. It’s that damn oil! Please, just stop! I’m sore. I can’t do this right now.”

But Rahim was beyond reasoning. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed with lust as he moved toward her. He grabbed the edge of the bedsheet and yanked it away, exposing her naked body once again. Janina let out a small cry of protest, but he was already on her, his hands gripping her breasts roughly.

“Rahim, stop! You’re hurting me!” she pleaded, her voice breaking. But he didn’t listen. His mouth descended on her nipple, sucking and biting with a ferocity that made her gasp in pain and pleasure. The sound of his lips and tongue against her sensitive flesh was wet and obscene, echoing in the quiet room.

“Your tits are perfect,” he growled between sucks, his hands kneading her breasts roughly. “So fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of them.”

Janina squirmed beneath him, torn between the raw sensations coursing through her body and the growing fear of what he might do next. “Rahim, please… I need to go. My kids...”

He cut her off with a harsh kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as if to silence her. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wild with desire. “They can wait,” he muttered, his voice dark and determined. “This can’t.”

Before she could protest further, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He set her down in front of the sink, her full breasts pressing against the cool porcelain of the countertop. Janina caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror, her flushed face, her wide eyes filled with panic, and Rahim standing behind her, his massive erection slick with oil.

“Rahim, no!” she screamed as she felt him position himself at her anal entrance. “Not there! Please, not there! It’ll hurt!”

But Rahim was undeterred. One hand gripped her hip tightly while the other reached around to squeeze her breast roughly. “Relax,” he commanded, his voice rough with lust. “You’re going to love this. Just let me in.”

Janina felt tears welling up in her eyes as she braced herself against the sink. “You don’t understand. I’ve never done this before! It’s going to hurt!”

Rahim chuckled darkly, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. “That’s what makes it even better.” With that, he pushed forward slowly but firmly, his thick cock stretching her tight hole inch by excruciating inch.

Janina let out a strangled cry, her nails digging into the edge of the sink as pain radiated through her body. “It’s too much!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Rahim, stop!”

But Rahim didn’t stop. His breathing became harsh and uneven as he began to thrust into her with a slow but relentless rhythm. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “Tightest hole I’ve ever been in.”

Janina whimpered, her body trembling with both pain and an unfamiliar sensation that she couldn’t quite place. Her husband had always wanted to try anal sex with her, but she had always refused. It felt too dirty, too painful. And now here she was, bent over a bathroom sink, being taken in a way she had never imagined.

Rahim’s movements became more forceful, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the small bathroom, mingling with Janina’s choked sobs and Rahim’s guttural groans.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal. “I could do this all day.”

Janina closed her eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations and focus on something,anything else. But it was impossible. The pain was still there, but it was now mixed with a strange kind of pleasure that she couldn’t ignore.

Rahim’s hands wandered up her body to grip her breasts again, squeezing them roughly as he continued to pound into her. “You’re mine,” he whispered fiercely into her ear. “All mine.”

Janina could only whimper in response, her body betraying her as she felt herself getting wetter despite the pain and humiliation.

Finally, with a loud roar, Rahim thrust into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside her asshole in thick, pulsing waves. Janina collapsed against the sink, her body completely spent as she felt the warmth of his release filling her.

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Chapter 41: Janina (Act 13)


Rahim leaned over her, his breathing ragged as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “You were perfect,” he murmured hoarsely. “Fucking perfect.”

Janina couldn’t bring herself to respond. Her body was trembling, her mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed and yet there was a part of her that couldn’t deny how much it had awakened something deep inside her.

Rahim straightened up slowly, pulling out of Janina with a soft, wet sound that made her shudder. She collapsed against the sink, her body trembling, her mind reeling. But when she turned to face him, her eyes widened in horror. His cock, slick with the residue of their encounter, was already hardening again, throbbing with a life of its own.

“Rahim, no,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please… I can’t. I’m so sore. I need to stop.”

He stepped closer, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark and unreadable. “You’re mine, Janina,” he growled, his voice low and guttural. “All mine. And I’m not done yet.”

Before she could protest further, he scooped her up in his arms like she weighed nothing. Her body felt limp, exhausted, but he carried her effortlessly back to the bed. The moment he dropped her onto the sheets, her phone began to ring...sharp, insistent. Her heart sank. It had to be her kids’ college. She was late.

“Let me go,” she pleaded, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. “I need to answer that! My kids...”

But Rahim was faster. He snatched the phone away with one swift motion and tossed it across the room. It clattered to the floor, still ringing.

“They can wait,” he said darkly, his voice dripping with lust. “This can’t.”

Janina’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at him, pleading. “Rahim, please! You’re not yourself! It’s that oil. It’s making you like this! Snap out of it!”

He climbed onto the bed, his massive frame looming over her. His cock was fully erect now, twitching with anticipation. “I’ve never felt more myself,” he murmured, running a hand down her trembling body.

His touch was possessive, rough, sending shivers through her despite her fear.
He grabbed her legs and locked them over his shoulders, spreading her wide. She gasped as he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her already sensitive flesh.

“Rahim, no!” she cried, squirming beneath him. “I can’t...please! I’ve already had enough!”

He ignored her protests, his gaze fixed on her with a predatory intensity. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal. “I want to fill you up again. I want to make you scream my name until you can’t think of anything else.”

With a deep, primal groan, he pushed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Janina let out a strangled cry, her nails digging into the sheets as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming...pain mixed with a strange, twisted pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmured, leaning over her to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked roughly, his tongue circling the tender peak as his hips began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Take all of me, Janina. Every last inch.”

Her phone continued to ring in the background, a harsh reminder of the world outside this room. But Rahim drowned it out with the wet slap of his hips against hers, the sound of their bodies moving together in a relentless, carnal dance.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping her breasts roughly as he thrust into her. “So tight. So wet. I could fuck you forever.”

Janina whimpered, her body arching despite her mind’s protests. The sensations were too much, too intense. “Rahim, please… I can’t… I need to stop…” she begged, her voice breaking.

But he only chuckled darkly, his pace quickening. “No,” he said firmly, his voice a low growl. “You don’t get to stop. Not until I’ve had my fill.”

He flipped her onto her stomach without warning, pulling her up onto her knees. She gasped as he entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her see stars.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained with effort. “Your ass… it’s begging for me.”

Before she could protest, he pulled out and repositioned himself at her other entrance. She cried out as he pushed into her tight hole again, stretching her in ways she had never imagined possible.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his words punctuated by each forceful thrust. “Every part of you belongs to me.”
For the next three hours, Rahim took her in every position imaginable. The bed was a mess of sweat and cumstains, the air thick with the scent of sex.

Rahim pushed her against the wall, her back slamming into the cool surface as he hoisted her legs around his waist. Her cries echoed in the room, mingling with the wet, rhythmic slaps of their bodies. He pounded into her with a ferocity that made her toes curl, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice raw and guttural, his breath hot against her neck. The sound of skin meeting skin was obscenely loud, a lewd symphony of their union.

When he spun her around and bent her over the dresser, Janina whimpered, her hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth wood. He didn’t wait, pushing deep into her from behind, his grip bruising on her hips. The dresser rattled with each thrust, the mirror shaking above it. “You feel that?” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Every inch of me belongs deep inside you.” Her moans were muffled against the wood, her body arching as he hit a spot that made her vision blur.

On the bed, he flipped her onto her stomach, spreading her wide. The sheets were damp beneath her, slick with sweat and cum. He entered her ass again without hesitation, her gasp sharp and desperate. “Take it,” he commanded, his voice like gravel, each word punctuated by a punishing thrust. The sound of his balls slapping against her skin was thick and wet, filling the room. She could only bury her face in the pillow, her cries muffled but no less intense.

He moved her to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor while she lay back, her legs dbangd over his shoulders. His tongue worked her clit with relentless precision, making her scream as she came for the fourth time. Then, without warning, he plunged into her again, his cock slick with her arousal and his own release.

“Mine...” he hissed, his voice dark and possessive, teeth grazing her inner thigh. The wet squelch of his thrusts was deafening, a testament to how thoroughly he owned her.

By the time he finally collapsed beside her, Janina’s body was limp, trembling with exhaustion. The room reeked of sex, every surface marked by their passion. Rahim’s breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he whispered, “I’ll never get enough of you.”

Janina turned her head to look at him, tears welling in her eyes once more. “Rahim,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “This isn’t you… please… you have to stop.”

But he just smiled a dark, predatory grin that sent a shiver coursing through her body. Janina’s eyes widened as Rahim leaned over her, his voice low and dripping with intent. “Oh, Janina,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

With deliberate slowness, he positioned himself between her splayed legs, his hands reaching up to cup her full, heavy breasts. “These,” he growled, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, “are fucking perfect.” He squeezed them together, the nipples peaking under his rough touch. Janina gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched him with a mix of fear and arousal.

Rahim didn’t wait for her to respond. He leaned forward, his fully erect cock sliding between the valley of her breasts, the heat of his skin making her shiver. “Relax,” he commanded, his voice low and guttural.

“You’re going to love this.”
Janina whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets as he began to move. His cock was thick and hard, the veins running along its length pressing against her soft flesh. “Rahim, please,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “I’m so sore… I can’t...”

“Shhh,” he interrupted, his tone commanding yet oddly soothing. “Just let me take care of you.” He pinned her breasts together with his hands, creating a tight channel for his cock to slide through. The first slow thrust made her gasp, the sensation both unfamiliar and strangely thrilling.

The sound was obscenely wet, the slickness of his cock and the sweat from their bodies mingling to create a lewd, rhythmic squelch. Rahim groaned deeply, his eyes locked onto hers as he began to thrust harder, faster. “Fuck, your tits feel amazing,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “So soft, so fucking tight around my cock.”

Janina’s breath hitched as she felt the pressure building between her breasts, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her already oversensitive body. “Rahim…” she moaned, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their movements.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his pace quickening. “Let me hear you, Janina. Let me know how good it feels.” His hands tightened around her breasts, squeezing them even tighter around his cock. The slap of his hips against her chest was loud and sharp, echoing in the room like a drumbeat.

Janina’s head fell back against the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut as the sensations overwhelmed her. “Oh god…” she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets even tighter. “It’s too much…”

“No,” Rahim growled, leaning over her to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked roughly, his tongue circling the tender peak as he continued to thrust between her breasts. “It’s not enough. Not yet.”

His cock slid in and out of the tight space he’d created, the wet sounds filling the air along with his harsh breaths and her soft moans. Every thrust seemed to push her closer to the edge, the mix of pain and pleasure making her body tremble.

“Your tits,” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal. “They’re fucking perfect. Tight, soft, warm… I could do this all day.” His pace became more erratic, more desperate. “You feel so good, Janina. So fucking good.”

Janina couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body arched off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, her breasts tightening around his cock involuntarily. “Ahh!” she cried out, her voice cracking as the intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her.

Rahim let out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he felt her breasts grip him even tighter. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice ragged. “Fuck! I’m gonna come!”

With a final, powerful thrust, Rahim slammed his cock between her breasts one last time before pulling back slightly.

His release shot out in thick ropes, painting her chest with his cum. He groaned loudly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he emptied himself onto her.
“Fuck!” he roared, his voice echoing in the room. “Fuck, Janina… look at you.” His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving as he admired the mess he’d made on her perfect tits.

With that Rahim’s cock was already hardening once again. Janina’s heart sank but she couldn't deny how little by little she was getting consumed by this man & the intense pleasure of the forbidden act they had indulged in. For now there was no escape, only surrender.

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Chapter 41: Janina (Act 14)


Janina’s breath hitched as she watched Rahim’s hand grope for the small jar once more. Her body still trembled from the endless hours of relentless pleasure, her skin slick with sweat and a thin layer of his cum that seemed to coat every inch of her.

She knew what was coming, it was inevitable. Rahim wasn’t done. He’d never be done, not while that jar still held its dark, glistening contents. She watched in both dread and fascination as he unscrewed the lid, the pungent, earthy smell of the oil filling the room. His fingers dipped into the jar, scooping out a generous amount, and then he began to stroke his cock with it.

Even now, limp and spent from the last round, his cock twitched under his touch, veins popping along its length as it surged back to life. Janina’s heart sank as she saw it thick, hard, and ready again. She wanted to protest, to beg him to stop, but her body betrayed her, a low thrum of arousal igniting deep within her despite her exhaustion. She was being consumed by him, little by little, until she was nothing but a vessel for his desires. There was no escape now only surrender.

Her phone had stopped ringing hours ago. She didn’t even remember when. The world outside this room, her kids, her husband...it all felt like a distant memory. All that mattered was the man towering over her, his cock already hardening again, his eyes dark with a hunger that showed no signs of abating.


The next four hours were a blur of sweat, moans, and raw, unrelenting pleasure. Rahim took her in every position imaginable...bent over the bed, on her knees against the wall, legs over his shoulders as he pounded into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Each time he came, he whispered crude, possessive words into her ear.

“You’re my fucking slut now,” he growled as he emptied himself into her for the umpteenth time, his cock throbbing deep inside her. “No one else gets to have you like this.”

Another time, as he flipped her onto her stomach and entered her asshole without warning, he whispered, “Your tight little ass is mine too. No one else gets to touch it.”

Janina could only whimper in response, her body trembling as he filled her over and over again. Her breasts were raw from his rough handling of being sucked, bitten, kneaded until they ached. Her nipples were swollen and sensitive from his teeth grazing them repeatedly. And her ass… she had lost count of how many times he had taken her there, each time stretching her tighter than before.

At one point, he spent nearly an hour just sucking on her breasts, rough and relentless, his hands pinning her down as he devoured her like a man starved. “These tits are mine,” he growled between sucks, his voice muffled against her flesh. “No one gets to touch them but me.”

By the time the clock struck almost 9 PM, Janina could barely keep her eyes open. The house was engulfed in darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of the streetlamp outside. She had lost track of time, lost track of everything except the sensation of Rahim’s cock inside her, again and again.

As he pounded into her one final time, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made the bed creak, he let out a guttural groan. “Fuck… you’re going to take my cum again,” he growled, his voice rough and raw. “Every drop of it.”

Janina’s breath hitched, her nails digging into the sheets as fear and arousal collided in her chest. “Rahim… please,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “You can’t keep doing this. I… I could get pregnant.

My husband and I...we haven’t had sex in months, and even then, we always use protection because we don’t want more kids. Do you realize what you’re doing to me?”

Rahim didn’t slow, his thrusts only growing harder, more possessive. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke, his voice low and dark. “Good.”

Her eyes widened, panic lacing her voice. “What do you mean, good? This isn’t a game, Rahim! This… this could ruin my life!”
He chuckled, a deep, predatory sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You think I care about your life with him? I want to breed you, Janina. I want to fill you with my seed, watch your belly swell with my child. No one else gets to have you like this. No one.”

Janina whimpered, her body arching despite her protests. “You’re insane… this is insane! My husband...he’ll find out!”
Rahim’s hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that terrified her.

“He’ll never know,” he said, his voice dripping with certainty. “When he comes back from his trip, just fuck him without the condom once. He’ll think it’s his. But we’ll know the truth...it’ll be my child growing inside you.”

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “You… you’re really going to do this to me?”

He thrust deeper, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her yet again. “Mark today’s date in your calendar,” he growled, his voice a harsh whisper. “Because this is the day I bred you. And trust me, Janina, your husband will never satisfy you the way I did today”

Janina could only nod weakly, her body trembling as he emptied himself into her once more. When he finally collapsed beside her, his breathing ragged and his body slick with sweat, she felt like she had been through a marathon...exhausted, sore, but undeniably marked by him.