Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
The next morning, Ishita woke up with a dull ache between her legs and a strange, thrilling feeling in her stomach. Her body was a map of Vikram's possession. Her ass was still tender, a constant, stinging reminder of his hand. Her breasts were sensitive, and a faint bruise was forming on her neck where he had held her. She looked at her reflection in the small, cracked mirror of her chawl room. The girl staring back at her was a stranger. Her eyes were wide, haunted, but also glittering with a dark, excited fire.