Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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Chapter 160 – Mirna's Claim, Domination & The Intrusion



Mirnaa typed quickly on her phone, fingers steady despite everything.
Thanks, James. 
James: He’s started. might reach before an hour...

Thanks
She hit send. The screen glowed briefly in the dim room.

Bharath stood behind her, close enough that she could feel his heat — watching over her shoulder.
“Now?” he asked — voice low, rough with anticipation.

Mirnaa turned — eyes meeting his — dark, determined.
“Yes,” she said. “Now.”

She stepped past him, walked to the bedroom door — checked the lock again. 
Then — without hesitation — she reached behind her back, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor in a soft heap.

She stood in black lace bra and matching panties,body lit by the single lamp ,curves unapologetic, skin flushed from earlier tension.

Bharath stared — stunned.
This was not the Mirnaa he had known all those days. 

The shy, innocent girl he had once wanted to keep like a prize — fragile, pure, his to protect and possess. 
That woman was gone.
The woman before him was shameless. Hot. Dangerous. 
More dangerous than anyone he had ever known.

And when the prize itself asked to be taken… would he say no?
He smirked — slow, predatory.
“Then come, darling.”

Mirnaa walked to him, hips swaying — stopped by bharath inches away.
“You know our rules, right?” he said — voice husky. 
“You kiss me every time you unbutton each on my shirt.”

Mirnaa looked at him — eyes narrowing.
Then, without warning , she grabbed the front of his shirt — and tore it open.
Buttons flew — fabric ripped — exposing the black lace beneath.

Bharath’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing—”

Mirnaa stepped closer — voice low, dangerous.
“How many times did you tear my blouses and tops in Goa? I’m just returning what I learned from you.”

She leaned in — lips brushing his ear.
“And don’t expect me to follow all your shitty rules. 
I will honor your needs. 
You will honor mine. That’s it. 

No place for such shittiness. 
Don’t try to control me just because we’ll have sex regularly.”

The fire — the boldness — in her eyes was something he had never seen. Never expected.
He smiled — intrigued, almost reverent.

“I’m intrigued by the new Mirnaa.”
He reached for her, but she caught his wrists — pushed him back onto the bed.

“Undress yourself,” she said — command, not request.
Bharath pulled off his pants — boxers — everything — until he lay naked, hard, waiting.

Mirnaa climbed over him — straddled his hips, her hand wrapping around his cock, firm, possessive.
“Did you miss him?” he asked — voice rough.

She looked down at him — expression unreadable.
“Not really.”

Then, suddenly, she pushed him flat — positioned herself above him.
“I’m taking the lead.”


She reached down with deliberate slowness, fingers curling around his thick, throbbing length. Bharath’s breath hitched as she positioned him at her slick entrance — the heat of her core already kissing the swollen head. Their eyes locked — hers dark, commanding; his wide with shock and raw hunger.



Mirnaa sank down, inch by torturous inch, stretching herself around him. 
The sensation was exquisite agony: the slow burn of fullness, the velvet drag of her inner walls gripping him, the way her body resisted then yielded, swallowing him completely until her ass rested flush against his thighs.

A low, guttural moan tore from her throat — head tipping back slightly — but her gaze never wavered from his. She stayed still for a heartbeat — letting him feel every pulsing inch buried inside her — letting him feel her control.

Bharath groaned — deep, animal — hips jerking upward instinctively, desperate for more friction.
Mirnaa’s hands slammed onto his chest — nails biting into skin — pinning him down.

“Don’t,” she hissed. “Don’t move until I say.”

She began to roll her hips — slow, circular grinds at first — dragging her clit against his pubic bone with every lazy rotation. Each movement was calculated — torturing them both. Her breasts swayed gently above him, nipples tight and flushed. Sweat already beaded between them, trickling down her sternum, pooling in the hollow of her throat.



Bharath’s hands flew to her hips — fingers digging in, trying to force her faster.

She slapped them away — hard — the crack of skin on skin echoing in the room.
“I said — don’t touch.”

He obeyed — hands falling back to fist the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling with restraint.

Mirnaa’s pace quickened ,hips snapping down now — taking him deeper, harder, every downward plunge forcing a choked sound from his throat. Her moans grew louder, raw, unrestrained , no longer soft or shy. They were feral, hungry, filling the room like a chant.


“You once told me…” she panted, leaning forward until her breasts brushed his chest, nipples grazing his skin with every thrust, “…when a woman rides you… it shows how she wants it. Her initiative.”

She clenched around him deliberately — inner muscles fluttering — making him curse under his breath.
“Maybe that’s me now.”

Every thrust 
every wet slap of flesh , shook the bed frame. 

The headboard thudded rhythmically against the wall. Their sounds,slick, desperate, obscene, leaked through the thin walls.


Outside in the hall, Shiney stood frozen, face burning, heart pounding against her ribs. She had supported Mirnaa , believed her pain, but this… raw, loud, unapologetic sex on the second day after everything? The moans, the creaking bed, the unmistakable rhythm , it disturbed her deeply. She questioned everything ,her own judgment, her loyalty, her role in this chaos.


She slipped out quietly , stepped onto the protico , arms wrapped tight around herself , staring into the night, trying to unhear the sounds still drifting through the cracked window.

Inside , Mirnaa rode him harder , faster, chasing the edge. Her nails raked down his chest , leaving angry red lines. Bharath was lost — body arching, hips bucking helplessly beneath her, completely at her mercy. She leaned down, lips brushing his ear, whispering filthy praise between gasps.

“Come for me… now.”

He shattered , hips jerking up ,spilling deep inside her with a broken groan. The sensation pushed Mirnaa over, walls clenching rhythmically, body shuddering — a sharp, keening cry escaping her as she came apart on top of him.

She collapsed forward — forehead pressed to his shoulder — both of them trembling, slick with sweat and release.

After long moments — breaths still ragged — she lifted her head.
“Now kiss me.”

Bharath surged up — still buried inside her, in the same cowgirl position  and claimed her mouth. Their tongues tangled , slow, possessive , tasting salt and need. His hands finally moved , cradling her face, thumbs brushing away the damp strands of hair clinging to her cheeks.

He broke the kiss — voice wrecked.

“I don’t understand… why are you like this? Are you so hot for sex?”
Mirnaa’s eyes met his — clear, focused, almost tender.

“No, im not hot for sex” she whispered. “I’m determined.”


She kissed him again — brief, fierce — then pulled back.

“Now you know it’s not a fake promise. We will benefit from both of us. This is just a token. We will explore more — like you want. In return… you know what to do. Destroy all evidence when I say. Take me to Aadharsh. Plan something. Get him under our control.”
She smiled — small, dangerous.

“I won’t leave you until my goal is reached. 
We will be sexual partners… and allies.”

Bharath stared — stunned, aroused, terrified.
Then 
slowly 
he kissed her again
deeper — tangling them together for long minutes.

Until — suddenly — a horn sounded outside.
Sharp. Close.

Mirnaa broke the kiss — eyes narrowing.

She pulled herself off him — Bharath’s cock slick with both their juices — and stood.
She unlocked the door , picked up her discarded panties — slipped them on.

She returned — lay back on the bed.

“Cover us with the bedsheet,” she said. “Come on top of me. Kiss me like you own me.”

Bharath obeyed , pulling the sheet over them, settling between her legs,kissing her deeply,possessively — tongues tangling — bodies pressed close.

The door exploded inward.
Wood splintered. The lock tore free.
Vikram stood in the doorway — chest heaving, eyes wild, fists clenched.

She had heard the horn, had known , had come back — desperate, furious, terrified.
And now he saw them.

Mirnaa — in bra and panties — tangled beneath Bharath
sheets barely covering them — bodies slick, flushed, unmistakable evidence of what had just happened.

Shiney stood behind him — pleading.
“Vikram — don’t —”

But Vikram was already moving.
He lunged — fist connecting with Bharath’s face — hard.

Bharath staggered — blood on his lip.
Shiney panicked — pushed Vikram back.

“Stop it, Vikram!” Mirnaa shouted — voice sharp. “Why are you here?”
Vikram stared at her — chest heaving.

“What is this, Mirnaa? It’s not even two full days… and you’re already with him like this?”
His voice cracked.

“I didn’t believe Swathi when she said you chose him… that you just… like this… for sex. I still don’t believe any of it. 
Okay 
okay 
okay… if this is what you want… 

I allow. 

Have sex with him. But come back home.”


Mirnaa looked at him — expression cold.
“Vikram… you saw it yourself. Do you think this will work out anymore? 
Yes — I’m mesmerized by whatever Bharath does to me. I choose this. It’s time to accept this and move on.”

Her body — sweat-slick, thighs marked with their combined release — spoke louder than words.
Vikram felt defeated — staring at the evidence of her choice.
Mirnaa stepped closer — voice softening — almost gentle.

“Please, Vikram… for the sake of our old love… don’t humiliate yourself. Please. Go away. Live your own life. Start fresh. Forget me.”
Vikram shook his head — tears streaming.

“No, Mirnaa… I can do anything for you. I know i messed it up i only loved you... I’m ready to do whatever just to get you back ”
“Stop, Vikram,” she cut him off — voice firm. “Don’t say you could do anything. Again and again. I asked you to divorce me. Will you be able to do that?”

Vikram’s voice broke.
“Ask anything other than divorce…”

Mirnaa turned her head — looked at him.
“Can you live a normal life? Just the electronic shops? 
Can you leave back your dark network — illegal business — all of it? You can’t do that, Vikram.”

Vikram looked down — defeated.
“Not yet… I have something to complete. Once I do it… I’ll go back to normal. I promise.”

Mirnaa shook her head.

“No. I can’t trust you anymore. Swathi once wished Krish to leave the business. Now he is almost no more. She clings to you for her future. You pushed the same to me. It’s just… I started clinging to another man much earlier.”

She turned to Bharath — hand caressing his face — gentle, almost tender.
“Sorry,” she whispered.

Vikram staggered back — broken.
Mirnaa looked at him one last time.

“Go. Drop your illegal business. Stay at least true for Swathi. She seems to love you. Just take care of her. At least.”
Vikram moved — defeated — stumbling out.
Shiney followed — leaving them alone.
Mirnaa turned to Bharath — voice low.
“Did it hurt?”

Bharath touched his split lip — tasted blood.
“Wouldn’t it?”

Then — quietly — he asked:
“Why did you challenge him to drop the illegal business? Is that your endgame?”
Mirnaa smiled — small, secret.

“No. But did you hear what he said? He wanted to complete something. It’s none other than finishing Aadharsh. I fear he should not do it. He should not get his hands dirty again. What I did now will confuse him. He will get diverted. His progress toward Aadharsh will slow down. We should utilize this time.”

Bharath looked at her — almost reverent.
“What should I do?”

Mirnaa stepped closer — hand on his chest.
“Continue your friendship with Aadharsh. Make him believe you work for him. That you’re nearing Vikram every inch. That you two are looking for something solid to plant on Vikram’s side. Make Aadharsh hopeful. Light. Lethargic.”

Bharath smiled — slow, dangerous.
“You’re too scheming, Mirnaa.”

But i have a doubt.. just before vikram came in you quickly unlocked the door,
wore your panties and asked me to come top of you!
You already know he is here?

Mirnaa smiled, yes
How?
I know his car horn sound.. 

All these years, whenever he comes home, he used to horn near the gate, it got recorded in my head.. 

Wont i know it.. 
and my detective alerted me he is coming.. 

I want to see him... how i got involved in sex with you.. it should not be a slap on his face, i still worry about him getting hurt like extreme humiliation if he caught me with  you nude. 


Don't he get hurt now, seeing us semi nude, knowing what we would have done.. yea he even seen us smooching and kissing.. I don't understand... If you love him so much why did you do?

Because i want him to hate me.. 

Why Mirna?

Dont ask me why?! all you wanted to know is i cannot go back to him. 

i want him safe and secure and leave all the illegal business. 
we will achieve that, my prize is his peace, your prize is our sex and our life together..



For the first time Bharath got stuck with something he was unsure.. 
But the Mirna the prize is worth anything.. 


She kissed the spot where Vikram’s punch had landed — soft, possessive.

Their eyes met — fire reigniting.
He wanted more and she knows she should have him in her control..

The night stretched — sleepless for Shiney — filled with their moans echoing through the house.