Lies And Betrayal
Rachna demanded, her voice a rough, needy plea as he entered her, a deep, powerful thrust that stole her breath.
“Every second,” Rahul groaned, his muscles corded, his focus absolute. He moved with a practised, relentless rhythm, his face buried in the curve of her neck, inhaling her jasmine scent, erasing the residual cologne of Karen's suite. “I was a soldier on a mission. This,” he drove into her, harder, deeper, “this is the victory. The only victory that matters.”
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