Family of Shaows

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Chapter 14 part 2

As Aruna walked out of Anand’s office, her father’s furious words echoed in her ears, but she refused to dwell on the humiliation. That wasn’t her biggest concern right now was the will.

She knew her father wasn't bluffing. Narendra was a man of his word—if he said he would make changes to his will, he would. And knowing him, he would make sure she was left with nothing.

Her heartbeat quickened.”I can’t let that happen.” She told herself.

Her father had only one legal advisor who handled all his matters—Ratna Kumar, their family lawyer. If any modifications were to be made, it would be through him.

A slow smirk crept onto Aruna’s lip but she needed to be careful. She couldn’t afford another mistake.

Aruna walked into Ratna Kumar’s office, putting on her best act. She had practiced this moment in her mind the entire way here.

“Uncle Ratna Kumar garu…” she greeted sweetly, forcing her eyes to glisten with false sincerity. “I came to seek your guidance.”

Ratna Kumar, a shrewd and experienced man, leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. “Cut the act, Aruna. I know exactly why you’re here.”

Her smile faltered for a second. “Uncle, I don’t understa—”

“Stop it,” he interrupted, his sharp gaze cutting through her pretense. “Anand told me everything. About Yedukondalu, about your false complaint… and about how far you were willing to go to destroy Sunandha.”

Aruna clenched her jaw, realizing that there was no point in pretending.

“So?” she said, regaining her composure. “You’re close to my father. But even the most loyal men can be… persuaded.”

Ratna Kumar chuckled darkly. “You think a little money can buy my loyalty? You have no idea how deep my ties with Narendra run.”

Aruna didn’t flinch. “Then tell me what will.”

Ratna Kumar studied her, then leaned forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. “If you were willing to sleep with an attender just to ruin Sunandha, then surely… spending a night with a reputed lawyer like me isn’t too much to ask.”

Aruna stiffened for just a second, but she held his gaze, her expression unreadable.

For the first time in this conversation, Ratna Kumar saw the real Aruna—calculating, fearless, and entirely without shame.

Aruna leaned forward slightly, a slow, dangerous smile forming on her lips. “You should have just said that in the beginning, Uncle.”

In the opulent hotel suite, Aruna slipped into the ensuite washroom, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew the stakes of this game and the power she held in her delicate hands. Emerging from the steamy sanctuary, she stepped into the plush, dimly lit bedroom, her curvaceous body enveloped in a scandalously short, lacy baby doll dress that clung to her like a second skin. The fabric was so sheer it revealed the dark outline of her erect nipples beneath, straining against the flimsy cups. The dress ended high on her thighs, showcasing her sleek legs that seemed to go on forever. She had chosen it carefully to leave no doubt about her willingness to pay the ultimate price for her uncle's aid. As she approached Ratna Kumar, who was lounging on the couch, his eyes raked over her form with a hunger that sent a thrill through her core. She could see the bulge in his pants, a testament to his desire for her young, ripe flesh.

Ratna Kumar’s gaze devoured Aruna as she approached, his eyes lingering on her swollen nipples and the way the dress clung to her curves. He couldn’t believe his luck. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, Aruna,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve watched you strut around, all those tight jeans and low-cut tops. I never thought I’d get the chance to see you like this, let alone fuck you.”

Aruna sat down next to Ratna Kumar, her heart hammering in her chest. She took the whiskey bottle from his grasp with a confidence she didn’t truly feel. She had never been one to shy away from a challenge, and this was certainly the biggest one yet. With a steady hand, she poured two generous measures into the crystal tumblers on the coffee table. The amber liquid gleamed in the soft light, casting a seductive glow on her bare skin as she handed one to him. His eyes widened slightly, surprised by her boldness. He took the drink, raising it to his lips and watching her over the rim as he took a slow sip. Aruna mirrored his action, letting the warmth of the alcohol spread through her as she took a small sip, savoring the burn. She knew that the night ahead would be a dance of power and submission, but she was determined to maintain the upper hand.

The whiskey burned a fiery path down Aruna's throat, helping to ease the knot of nerves that had formed there. She knew that she had to be in control, to ensure that Ratna Kumar didn't get the upper hand. Her mind drifted briefly to Yedukondalu, the attender she had used and discarded for this very purpose. With him, the sex had been raw and passionate, driven by a deep, albeit twisted, connection. But here, with Ratna Kumar, it would be a cold, calculated transaction. As she felt the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her body, she knew she was ready to play the part. She set the tumbler down with a gentle clink and placed her hand on Ratna Kumar’s thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath her touch. She began to slowly trace her fingers upwards, watching his pupils dilate with each passing inch. Her gaze never left his as she moved closer, her breath hot against his neck, and whispered, “Let’s make this a night to remember.

Ratna Kumar’s eyes widened as Aruna’s hand slithered up his thigh, but they practically popped out of his head when she reached for his belt buckle with a deftness that spoke of experience beyond her years. His heart pounded in his chest as she deftly unbuckled his pants, revealing his thick, middle-aged belly and the tented fabric of his boxers. She looked up at him, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she reached into his open fly and wrapped her soft, warm hand around his 5-inch cock. He couldn’t believe what was happening; this young, gorgeous girl was about to perform an act of carnality with a man who was practically her father’s age. Aruna felt his cock pulse in her grip, and she knew she had him right where she wanted him. With a quick, teasing tug, she pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. It was thick and veiny, a testament to his virility despite his age. She leaned in, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders and tickling his stomach, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on the tip of his cock. Ratna Kumar’s breath hitched as she took him into her mouth, her warm, wet tongue swirling around the head and sending waves of pleasure through his body. He felt himself growing harder, his desire for her spiraling out of control. He was a man used to being in charge, but in this moment, he was utterly at the mercy of her skilled mouth and the promise of the night to come.

Ratna Kumar’s eyes were glued to Aruna’s full, round breasts as she seductively pulled the straps of her dress down, revealing the ample mounds that had been teasing him all evening. Her skin was the color of rich caramel, and her areolas were the size of small coins, topped with dark, erect nipples that begged for his attention. Aruna leaned back, giving him full access as he greedily grabbed her breasts, kneading them like dough in his rough, eager hands. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her nipples growing even harder as he pinched and twisted them lightly. His mouth watered as he leaned in, capturing one in his mouth, suckling it deep and hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Aruna’s breath hitched and she let out a soft moan, her hand tangling in his hair as she urged him on. His tongue swirled around the tip, then latched onto it with a fervor that surprised even her. His teeth gently grazed the sensitive nubs, and she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to her pussy. This was the price she had agreed to pay, but the way he handled her body made her feel like a treasure, not a commodity. It was a strange feeling, one she hadn’t quite anticipated, but she knew it was crucial to keep him satisfied if she wanted to ensure her victory in this twisted game of power and seduction.

They both stood from the couch, Aruna's heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew the stakes had just been raised, but she was determined not to show it. As they approached the king-sized bed, the thong she wore was the only barrier to her exposed, wet pussy, and Ratna Kumar couldn’t help but stare at her shapely ass that swayed with each step she took. Without warning, he reached out and smacked her firmly on the ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room like a crack of a whip. The pain shot through Aruna’s body, but she bit her lip and offered a seductive smile in response, her eyes never leaving his. She knew that any sign of weakness would be her undoing, so she took a deep breath and let the sensation of his hand on her flesh fuel her performance. As they reached the bed, Ratna Kumar grabbed the waistband of her thong and ripped it away, revealing her glistening pussy. He pushed her down onto the plush mattress, and she felt the coolness of the sheets against her fevered skin. Her legs parted automatically, inviting him in, and he didn’t waste any time. His mouth found hers in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as his hands roamed her body, feeling every curve and crevice. Aruna moaned into the kiss, her body responding to his touch despite her reservations. She knew that this was just the beginning of a long, intense night where she would have to use every ounce of her sexuality to win the prize she so desperately sought.

Ratna Kumar’s cock was a beast now, fueled by the whiskey and his insatiable lust for Aruna’s young, tight pussy. He wore a condom and positioned himself at her entrance and plunged in, making her gasp as he stretched her walls. Aruna’s eyes went wide with a mix of shock and pleasure, her hands clutching the sheets as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that spoke of his desperation to conquer. His hips pistoned into her, his thick member pounding away like a hammer on an anvil. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her toes curl and her back arch. She could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth, her inner muscles clenching around him in an involuntary spasm that only made him drive deeper. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of lust and power. He wasn’t gentle, nor did he care to be; he was claiming her, marking her as his. Her pussy was wet and sloppy with desire, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge with every stroke. The pleasure was intense, almost painful, but she knew that she had to endure it if she wanted to win. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes locked with Ratna Kumar’s as she silently waged her own battle for dominance. Her body responded to his roughness, her hips bucking up to meet his, her walls contracting around him. The friction was maddening, the heat between them palpable. He grunted with each thrust, his breath hot and ragged on her neck. She could feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling inside her. It was time to play her final card. With a feline grace, Aruna reached between them and began to rub her clit in tight circles, her other hand reaching up to squeeze her breast, her thumb teasing her nipple. Ratna Kumar’s eyes widened at the sight, his pace quickening. She knew she had him, and as she felt her climax building, she whispered in his ear, “Cum for me, Uncle. Cum for me, and I’ll make sure you never regret this night.”

The words were like a spell, and with a roar, Ratna Kumar emptied himself inside her, his cock pulsing with his release. The sensation sent Aruna over the edge, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure, her pussy clamping down on his cock as if to milk every last drop from him. They lay there, both panting and slick with sweat, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their carnal bargain. Aruna felt a sense of triumph, but also a strange emptiness. She had given herself to this man for her own ends, and while she had enjoyed it, she knew it was a transaction that had left her a little more broken, a little less innocent. But she had what she wanted, and in the world of dirty politics and personal vendetta, sometimes you had to get your hands—and your pussy—a little dirty to get ahead. As Ratna Kumar collapsed beside her, she couldn’t help but wonder if she had paid too high a price for her victory.

But the night was not over. A couple of hours later, Aruna found herself on all fours on the bed, her curvy ass high in the air, as Ratna Kumar mounted her from behind like a wild stallion. The alcohol had loosened his inhibitions and fueled his lust, transforming him into a relentless beast driven by desire. His cock, still engorged from their earlier encounter, slammed into her pussy with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. The sound of his grunts and her muffled moans filled the room, punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh. Her long hair fell in a curtain around her face, obscuring her expression of mixed pleasure and pain. She could feel the headboard knocking against the wall with each punishing thrust, and she knew that she was nothing more than a vessel for his carnality. Yet, she took it all, her body moving in rhythm with his, her walls tightening around his shaft as she approached another peak of ecstasy. Each stroke sent waves of sensation through her, a reminder of the power she wielded over him. Despite the depravity of their situation, she couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that she was in control, that she had him right where she wanted him—vulnerable and desperate for her tight, wet cunt. Her orgasm built once more, and as it crested, she whispered in his ear, “Remember our deal, Uncle. You’ll keep your promise, won’t you?” His only response was a guttural grunt of affirmation as he chased his own release, pumping the condom in her pussy full of his seed as he collapsed onto her back, their bodies entwined in a sticky mess of sweat and lust. Aruna couldn’t help but smirk into the pillow, feeling a sense of victory despite the ache between her legs.

Continued in the next part……