Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan's reply was smug: "Busy right now, bro. I'll hit you up tonight, got a reward for your brave little spider act." Abhi's pulse jumped, a secret grin tugging at his lips. He clutched the phone, buzzing with anticipation.

Upstairs, Madhuri bolted her door, her breath uneven as she collapsed onto the bed. The terrace replayed in her mind, sunlight on her skin, eyes she couldn't see but felt, the strange rush of exposure. It was new, raw, unsettlingly alive.

She grabbed her phone, texting DevilzMask: "I did it, made it across."

His reply slithered back: "You were gorgeous out there, strutting in that see-through saree for everyone." Her hidden desires flared, heat pooling low, but she shoved it down.

"Where's that orgasm you promised?" she shot back, needy, insistent.

"Soon, Madhuri," he texted. "For now, you get your clothes back. Leave the window open tonight, check your wardrobe tomorrow."

She frowned, frustration spiking. "Ugh, you tease," she muttered, typing: "Damn you, stop leaving me hanging!" His flirty Patience, gorgeous winked back.

She tossed the phone aside, glaring at the closed window, willing night to hurry.