09-06-2026, 01:42 PM
Chapter 30: Shattered Possession
Nikitha stood frozen in the living room long after the door had clicked shut behind Tharun. Her lips were swollen and bruised, still tasting of him—rich, masculine, dangerously addictive. The long, possessive kiss replayed in her mind: ten endless minutes of his tongue owning her mouth, his hard cock grinding against her soaked core, his hands claiming every curve as if she already belonged to him.
Her legs trembled violently. Shame crashed over her like a tidal wave. What have I done? She had hugged him first. The moment he spoke of his dying relationship and his hunger for real love, she had thrown herself into his arms like a desperate woman. Sin. This is sin. Her nipples were still painfully hard, her panties drenched, thighs sticky with arousal she couldn’t deny.
She needed Jay. Right now. She wanted to cry in his arms, to ask if she had destroyed herself completely. He would hold me, guide me she thought.
Heart pounding, she turned and opened the stairwell door.
Jay was standing right there in the darkness, face ghostly pale, eyes burning with a storm of rage, pain, and raw possession.
“Jay… I think I messed up,” she whispered, voice breaking. “He kissed me. He hugged and I… I hugged him back. i dont know... ”
“I heard,” Jay cut her off, voice dangerously low. “Everything.”
Before she could say another word, his hand shot out and gripped her upper arm like a vice. The hold was bruising, almost painful. He dragged her down the stairs with frightening strength. Nikitha stumbled after him, robe slipping off one shoulder, nighty riding up her thighs.
“Jay—slow down! You’re hurting me!”
He didn’t answer. He pulled her straight into their bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it with a sharp click that echoed like a threat.
The moment they were inside, he spun her to face him. “You said you would just send him away and come back. What the fuck was that, Nikitha? Ten minutes? Ten fucking minutes of him devouring your mouth while you moaned like a whore in heat?”
Nikitha’s breath caught. Despite the guilt and fear, a strange thrill shot through her at his fury. She looked up at him, eyes glistening, and a shaky, teasing smile curved her lips.
I have never seen you this furious for years.. What happen to you, what gotten into you?
“Are you jealous, Jay?” she whispered playfully, even as confusion and shame warred inside her. “You’re being so possessive… it’s almost cute.”
His eyes darkened dangerously.
Before she could finish speaking, Jay shoved her hard. Nikitha fell backward onto the bed with a startled “Aaahuchhh!” Her robe flew open, nighty bunching around her waist, exposing her smooth thighs and the dark wet patch on her panties.
Jay didn’t waste a second. He yanked down his shorts, his thick cock springing free—rock hard, veins pulsing with fury and lust. He climbed on top of her like a predator, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. He lowered his face to kiss her, but the moment their lips were inches apart, he froze. The memory of Tharun’s kiss flashed in his mind. Disgust twisted his features.
Instead of kissing her mouth, he gripped her thighs roughly and spread them wide.
In one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her soaked pussy.
“Ahhh!” Nikitha cried out, back arching sharply. The sudden stretch burned deliciously. “Jay—what got into you? Are you one of those cuckold husbands who gets hard watching his wife with another man?” she teased mischievously, even as her walls clenched around him.
He didnt respond, instead he increased his thrust inside her.. he fucked her hard—savage, punishing strokes that made the bed creak violently. Each thrust was deep and angry, his hips slamming against hers. Nikitha’s moans grew louder, heavy and broken. “Slow down… Jay… ahhh… ohhh fuck…”
But even as she said it, her body betrayed her. She liked it. The roughness, the possessiveness, the way he was trying to erase Tharun from her body. Her hips started meeting his thrusts, legs wrapping around his waist.
As they were reaching for the release of the brutal rhythm, she gasped, “Why are you so hard on me? Like you’re punishing me… ahhh… yes… right there!”
Jay’s hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him while he pounded into her. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her breasts. “That bastard Tharun… when Anjali goes to him, I fucked her senseless to show her who she belonged to. You… you’re my wife. You are mine... Will i just watch?”
he didnt complete...
His pace became feral, cock driving so deep she saw stars. Nikitha’s moans turned into screams of pleasure-pain. Her orgasm hit her like lightning—body convulsing, pussy gushing around him as she cried out.
Jay followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan and flooding her with hot, thick spurts. He collapsed over her, breathing ragged.
For a few seconds, only their heavy breathing filled the room.
Then Nikitha’s expression changed. The lust faded, replaced by cold fury. She pushed at his chest.
Slap!
The sound cracked across the room as her palm connected hard with his cheek.
“Move, you filthy scumbag!” she hissed, voice trembling with rage. She shoved him off her and scrambled back, pulling her nighty down. “I’m not an object for you to own! You don’t get to say ‘you’re mine’ after treating me like this. Who are you proving this to—Tharun or me? Because I didn’t want any of it!”
Jay sat up, stunned, cheek burning red. “Nikitha—”
“No!” she cut him off, tears of anger and hurt spilling down her cheeks. “Just minutes ago, after he kissed me, all I wanted was to run to you. To cry in your arms and ask my husband what I should do. Even real husbands and wives don’t have this kind of trust. I may not love you the way a wife should, but I still look to you for emotional support. Every single time I reach for you, you hurt me.
When i first wanted you at demo you scold me.
Even now i wanted one, but you are busy proving im just an object a thing in your eye, to own right?!”
Jay’s face twisted with pain.
You read everything wrong..
I didnt mean that, i respect you , for years you should know me better.
That word doesn't come like that..
“It hurts me too.
I’m not jealous the way you think, and I’m definitely not a cuckold. I’m your husband—”
“On paper. For the world,” she snapped.
“We are not real husband and wife.”
Yes its a Marriage of Convenience.
But i feel i “I love you,” he said hoarsely.
“I feel it. Seeing you with him… it kills me.”
Nikitha laughed bitterly.
“This isn’t love, Jay. It’s insecurity.
You just want to prove you own me. If you ever truly loved me, you would have shown it long before.
I’m just like your side chick Anjali to you.”
Jay’s eyes flashed. “Anjali was never my side chick. Yes, I was sexually involved with her, but it was only to protect us. I had no real feelings for her. But you… even if this marriage started fake, we are husband and wife. Can’t you at least say sorry for letting him kiss you? instead you keep playing like jealous cuckold normalizing things? Don’t I matter to you at all?”
Nikitha stared at him coldly, pulling the sheets around herself. “Did you ever apologize to me when you fucked Anjali again and again?
If i mattered to you, you would have apologised me right?
Why the double standards the moment I find someone who actually makes me feel desired?
You disappointed me today, Jay. Do you really think words will heal what you just did?”
Even though we are married for fake, i was true to you.
I never thought you would treat me less human!
Jay started to say something.. Nikitha stopped.
No dont utter a single word.. i fear, anymore word from you.. it would permanently but a break between us.
Jay sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, completely stunned. The weight of his actions crashed down on him. He had let jealousy and rage turn him into something ugly. Now, as silence stretched between them, thick with betrayal and unresolved pain, he had no idea how to fix the fracture he had just widened.
They slept on same bed, nude yet seperate!
The real storm was only beginning.
Nikitha stood frozen in the living room long after the door had clicked shut behind Tharun. Her lips were swollen and bruised, still tasting of him—rich, masculine, dangerously addictive. The long, possessive kiss replayed in her mind: ten endless minutes of his tongue owning her mouth, his hard cock grinding against her soaked core, his hands claiming every curve as if she already belonged to him.
Her legs trembled violently. Shame crashed over her like a tidal wave. What have I done? She had hugged him first. The moment he spoke of his dying relationship and his hunger for real love, she had thrown herself into his arms like a desperate woman. Sin. This is sin. Her nipples were still painfully hard, her panties drenched, thighs sticky with arousal she couldn’t deny.
She needed Jay. Right now. She wanted to cry in his arms, to ask if she had destroyed herself completely. He would hold me, guide me she thought.
Heart pounding, she turned and opened the stairwell door.
Jay was standing right there in the darkness, face ghostly pale, eyes burning with a storm of rage, pain, and raw possession.
“Jay… I think I messed up,” she whispered, voice breaking. “He kissed me. He hugged and I… I hugged him back. i dont know... ”
“I heard,” Jay cut her off, voice dangerously low. “Everything.”
Before she could say another word, his hand shot out and gripped her upper arm like a vice. The hold was bruising, almost painful. He dragged her down the stairs with frightening strength. Nikitha stumbled after him, robe slipping off one shoulder, nighty riding up her thighs.
“Jay—slow down! You’re hurting me!”
He didn’t answer. He pulled her straight into their bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it with a sharp click that echoed like a threat.
The moment they were inside, he spun her to face him. “You said you would just send him away and come back. What the fuck was that, Nikitha? Ten minutes? Ten fucking minutes of him devouring your mouth while you moaned like a whore in heat?”
Nikitha’s breath caught. Despite the guilt and fear, a strange thrill shot through her at his fury. She looked up at him, eyes glistening, and a shaky, teasing smile curved her lips.
I have never seen you this furious for years.. What happen to you, what gotten into you?
“Are you jealous, Jay?” she whispered playfully, even as confusion and shame warred inside her. “You’re being so possessive… it’s almost cute.”
His eyes darkened dangerously.
Before she could finish speaking, Jay shoved her hard. Nikitha fell backward onto the bed with a startled “Aaahuchhh!” Her robe flew open, nighty bunching around her waist, exposing her smooth thighs and the dark wet patch on her panties.
Jay didn’t waste a second. He yanked down his shorts, his thick cock springing free—rock hard, veins pulsing with fury and lust. He climbed on top of her like a predator, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. He lowered his face to kiss her, but the moment their lips were inches apart, he froze. The memory of Tharun’s kiss flashed in his mind. Disgust twisted his features.
Instead of kissing her mouth, he gripped her thighs roughly and spread them wide.
In one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her soaked pussy.
“Ahhh!” Nikitha cried out, back arching sharply. The sudden stretch burned deliciously. “Jay—what got into you? Are you one of those cuckold husbands who gets hard watching his wife with another man?” she teased mischievously, even as her walls clenched around him.
He didnt respond, instead he increased his thrust inside her.. he fucked her hard—savage, punishing strokes that made the bed creak violently. Each thrust was deep and angry, his hips slamming against hers. Nikitha’s moans grew louder, heavy and broken. “Slow down… Jay… ahhh… ohhh fuck…”
But even as she said it, her body betrayed her. She liked it. The roughness, the possessiveness, the way he was trying to erase Tharun from her body. Her hips started meeting his thrusts, legs wrapping around his waist.
As they were reaching for the release of the brutal rhythm, she gasped, “Why are you so hard on me? Like you’re punishing me… ahhh… yes… right there!”
Jay’s hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him while he pounded into her. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her breasts. “That bastard Tharun… when Anjali goes to him, I fucked her senseless to show her who she belonged to. You… you’re my wife. You are mine... Will i just watch?”
he didnt complete...
His pace became feral, cock driving so deep she saw stars. Nikitha’s moans turned into screams of pleasure-pain. Her orgasm hit her like lightning—body convulsing, pussy gushing around him as she cried out.
Jay followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan and flooding her with hot, thick spurts. He collapsed over her, breathing ragged.
For a few seconds, only their heavy breathing filled the room.
Then Nikitha’s expression changed. The lust faded, replaced by cold fury. She pushed at his chest.
Slap!
The sound cracked across the room as her palm connected hard with his cheek.
“Move, you filthy scumbag!” she hissed, voice trembling with rage. She shoved him off her and scrambled back, pulling her nighty down. “I’m not an object for you to own! You don’t get to say ‘you’re mine’ after treating me like this. Who are you proving this to—Tharun or me? Because I didn’t want any of it!”
Jay sat up, stunned, cheek burning red. “Nikitha—”
“No!” she cut him off, tears of anger and hurt spilling down her cheeks. “Just minutes ago, after he kissed me, all I wanted was to run to you. To cry in your arms and ask my husband what I should do. Even real husbands and wives don’t have this kind of trust. I may not love you the way a wife should, but I still look to you for emotional support. Every single time I reach for you, you hurt me.
When i first wanted you at demo you scold me.
Even now i wanted one, but you are busy proving im just an object a thing in your eye, to own right?!”
Jay’s face twisted with pain.
You read everything wrong..
I didnt mean that, i respect you , for years you should know me better.
That word doesn't come like that..
“It hurts me too.
I’m not jealous the way you think, and I’m definitely not a cuckold. I’m your husband—”
“On paper. For the world,” she snapped.
“We are not real husband and wife.”
Yes its a Marriage of Convenience.
But i feel i “I love you,” he said hoarsely.
“I feel it. Seeing you with him… it kills me.”
Nikitha laughed bitterly.
“This isn’t love, Jay. It’s insecurity.
You just want to prove you own me. If you ever truly loved me, you would have shown it long before.
I’m just like your side chick Anjali to you.”
Jay’s eyes flashed. “Anjali was never my side chick. Yes, I was sexually involved with her, but it was only to protect us. I had no real feelings for her. But you… even if this marriage started fake, we are husband and wife. Can’t you at least say sorry for letting him kiss you? instead you keep playing like jealous cuckold normalizing things? Don’t I matter to you at all?”
Nikitha stared at him coldly, pulling the sheets around herself. “Did you ever apologize to me when you fucked Anjali again and again?
If i mattered to you, you would have apologised me right?
Why the double standards the moment I find someone who actually makes me feel desired?
You disappointed me today, Jay. Do you really think words will heal what you just did?”
Even though we are married for fake, i was true to you.
I never thought you would treat me less human!
Jay started to say something.. Nikitha stopped.
No dont utter a single word.. i fear, anymore word from you.. it would permanently but a break between us.
Jay sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, completely stunned. The weight of his actions crashed down on him. He had let jealousy and rage turn him into something ugly. Now, as silence stretched between them, thick with betrayal and unresolved pain, he had no idea how to fix the fracture he had just widened.
They slept on same bed, nude yet seperate!
The real storm was only beginning.
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