Adultery Little sis Anjali and her friends

[prasannas2001]

 
 

 
Rohan was so much taller than her, so much broader, his presence overwhelming in the narrow corridor.
 
"Do you know what he wanted to do to you?" His voice was low, almost gentle, but there was an edge to it that made her shiver.
 
She shook her head, her dark eyes wide and unblinking.
 
"Come here." He reached out, his fingers closing around her wrist, pulling her closer.
 
She thought of resisting, but she could not resist, her tiny body swaying toward him like a flower bending toward the sun.
 
Her skin was impossibly soft beneath his fingers, warm and smooth, and he could feel her pulse fluttering wildly beneath his touch.
 
"Look at me," he said, his voice dropping to a low, commanding murmur.
 
She looked up at him, and the innocence in her eyes was almost painful.
 
She was just 18, like Neetu and Anjali.
 
But she look so innocent, so untouched, so completely unaware of the effect she had on him.
 
Her lips were slightly parted, her breath coming in soft, shallow pants, and her eyes were glassy with a mixture of fear and something else, something that burned beneath the surface of her confusion.
 
"He wanted to do this," Rohan said softly, his free hand coming up to trace her jawline.
 
The skin there was impossibly smooth, like the petal of a flower, and she shivered violently at his touch, a sharp, involuntary gasp escaping her lips.
 
"He wanted to touch your face," he murmured, his thumb stroking the delicate line of her jaw. "He wanted to feel how soft your skin is. He wanted to see if you were as beautiful up close as you are from across the room."
 
His hand moved to her neck, his thumb finding her pulse point, pressing gently against the frantic beat of her heart.
 
It was racing beneath his touch, a wild, panicked rhythm that made his blood sing.
 
"Sir… Please…"
 
"Shh… He wanted to feel your heartbeat," Rohan continued, his voice a low, hypnotic whisper.