In the heart of the office party, the air was thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses. I was caught in a conversation with a male colleague, my laughter echoing through the room. I felt a familiar gaze on me, but I ignored it, lost in the moment. Little did I know, that gaze belonged to Rudra, my secret husband and the CEO of the company.
Rudra watched from across the room, his jaw clenched tightly. The sight of me smiling at another man sent a wave of jealousy crashing through him. His grip on his wine glass tightened until it shattered in his hand, the sound lost in the cacophony of the party. He strode towards me, his eyes burning with a primal intensity.
"Excuse us," he said politely to my colleague, his voice barely concealing the storm within. He took my hand, his touch sending a jolt of electricity up my arm. I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest.
He led me to a private room, the door clicking shut behind us. The sudden silence was deafening. Before I could utter a word, Rudra's lips crashed onto mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. I tried to push him away, but his hands were already tearing at my clothes, his jealousy manifesting in his actions.
"I'm your husband," he growled against my lips, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine, Arohi. Only mine."
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I should stop him, but the way he touched me, the way he claimed me, it made my heart race and my body ache for more. I let him tear my blouse open, the buttons scattering across the floor. His hands squeezed my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened under his touch.
He bit my neck, his teeth marking me as his. I moaned, my head falling back, giving him better access. His hands moved down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my skirt. He pulled it down, leaving me in just my panties. He licked his lips, his eyes dark with desire.
"Rudra, please," I moaned, my body trembling with anticipation.
"Please what, Arohi?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "I want you to fuck me."
His eyes flashed with triumph. He pulled me towards him, his lips crashing onto mine once again. His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. He squeezed my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. He pulled away, his eyes trailing down my body.
He dropped to his knees, his hands hooking into the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down, his eyes never leaving mine. He leaned in, his breath hot against my pussy. He licked his lips, his tongue darting out to taste me.
I moaned, my hands gripping his hair. He licked me again, his tongue swirling around my clit. He sucked on it, his lips creating a vacuum that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into my pussy, tasting me, claiming me.
He stood up, his hands unbuckling his belt. He pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly. He leaned in, his lips capturing mine once again. I could taste myself on his lips, and it sent a thrill down my spine.
He pushed me onto the couch, his body covering mine. He positioned himself at my entrance, his cock pressing against me. He looked into my eyes, his voice a low growl.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll remember who you belong to."
He thrust into me, his cock filling me completely. I moaned, my nails digging into his back. He pulled out, his cock glistening with my juices. He thrust into me again, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both rough and passionate.
I moaned and gasped, my body writhing beneath him. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into my nipple. I cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing together, creating a sensation that was indescribable.
We made love all night, his jealousy manifesting in every thrust, every kiss, every bite. He made me suck his cock, his hands fisting my hair, his hips thrusting into my mouth. He came, his cum filling my mouth. He made me swallow, his eyes never leaving mine.
He took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips, his cock pounding into me. He came again, his cum filling my pussy. He pulled out, his cum dripping out of me, a cream pie that marked me as his.
Then he made me suck his cock again, his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto the floor. He came again, his cum filling my mouth. He made me swallow, his eyes never leaving mine.
He fucked me one last time, then he looked into my eyes. "You're mine, Arohi. Only mine."
I nodded, my body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. He pulled me into his arms, his lips capturing mine in a soft, gentle kiss. He held me all night, his body wrapped around mine, protecting me, claiming me.
The next morning, he didn't say a word about what happened. He acted as if nothing had changed, but I knew. I knew that he had claimed me, that he had made me his. And I knew that I wouldn't have it any other way.
As we walked out of the room, hand in hand, I couldn't help but smile. The party was over, but our night was just the beginning. I looked at him, my voice a soft whisper. "I love you."