THE BETRAYAL
CHAPTER SIX
Sunlight skated down Priya's back. She was wearing a peachy linen
salwar kameez
. Simple, yet flattering, hugging her frame where it should. The kameez flowed past her knees. Her hair was braided in a wreath about her head. Javed stayed close, although he dared not touch the small of her back or the curve of her waist as they walked down the crowded corridors of New Delhi.
Priya noticed his proximity. How alert he was. His eyes scanning the people around them as they walked. She hid the smile that threatened to spread across her lips. He had gone from her professor to stepfather to bodyguard.
"You know that the grocery store is only a couple blocks away. I am more than capable of going on my own," Priya told him. She enjoyed his company. The way his fingertips almost brushed her skin and sensing his gaze on her. On the other hand, she didn't want him to think less of her. She wasn't a child. She could protect herself.
"But who would do all of the heavy lifting?" Javed quipped, not willing to admit that her observation was accurate. Priya glanced at him with agitation. He glimpsed the shift in her expression and sighed.
"Do you really think your mother was going to let you go out alone after the news?"
"It's the middle of the day, Javed." Priya shot back, knowing full well that it wasn't just her mother's request that made him want to shadow her. "Besides, Ajay is dead. He can't hurt me."
"You think he's the only man that had his eyes on you?" Javed asked her, eyebrow raised. "I've caught almost every man we've passed checking you out."
"You're just being paranoid," Priya responded, her voice casual.
Yet, a flicker of excitement tingled from the tip of her fingers to the base of her throat. They approached the market. Javed held the door open for her. This time, he wasn't the only one paying attention to their surroundings. When she entered the market, her eyes flew from one person to another.
She caught gaze after gaze. Most men looked away immediately after she noticed them looking. Priya kept her head high. Javed followed close behind her with the basket. It was warm inside of the store.
"Still think I'm paranoid?" He asked her. Priya said nothing, choosing to focus on the grocery list in her hand, instead. "Even married men look at you. Well, especially married men." Was that jealousy in his voice?
"Does that include you?" She whispered back. She expected a reprimand. What if someone heard her flirting? Instead, a smile stretched across his lips. He didn't reply but then again, he didn't have to. The store was hot and smelled of spice and sweetmeats.
It wasn't well ventilated, but at least it wasn't packed. Most people had probably shopped earlier in the week. The thought made Priya remember that the holidays were almost over. So much had happened and she hadn't spent nearly as much time celebrating with Javed as she had hoped. Ajay's secret obsession with her and his death had cast its shadow.
She supposed that she shouldn't resent the dead. That was bad luck. She should be grateful that the whole thing had made Javed protective and even jealous. Priya reached for another item on the shelf, looking over her shoulder. Another stranger's eyes averted from hers. How had she not noticed before? Was she in denial?
When they were buying their groceries, she was still wondering. She supposed that she was always too busy with school to notice, barely even having time to gossip about boys with her friends. Then, she'd met Javed. Being with him in secret had devoured all of her attention from then on.
They wound their way through the streets back to the apartment complex. The sun was setting. The grocery run had taken longer than they'd planned on. Her mother would be home, waiting for them. Priya prepared herself for it, emotionally. It still wasn't normal, deceiving her mother with Javed and it hadn't gone unnoticed that Javed seemed far more comfortable than she was. Suave on top of it all.
Priya was entering the complex, when Javed's hand positioned itself on her back. Guiding her. Down the hall, passed the plaza. No one was there. The plants glistened with moisture. A fountain trickled on one wall. They kept walking until he stopped her.
Javed turned and opened a door to a room she'd never been in before. It looked like a break room for employees. Priya gasped and looked up at him in confusion. His lips came down before she could utter a word, claiming her questioning lips.
He set down the bag of groceries that he was carrying and wrapped his arms around her petite form. Her kameez was his next victim. He pressed her against the door, shutting it in the process. His fingers stopped interrogating her top and fumbled with the handle of the door. No lock.
Priya looked down at it, her eyes wide. Was he going to stop? She hadn't seen him lose control quite like this. He was usually so concerned with being discovered.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Do you want me to stop?" His hands hesitated on her arms. She could feel the heat in his fingers, the tension inside of them. He wanted to pull her clothes off in an instant, no matter what the consequences might be.
"Mmm, no," she admitted. He smiled and leaned in, his lips settling in the crook of her elegant neck. "But don't you think someone will find us in here?" She asked, breathless.
"Not if we're quiet. Besides, hardly anyone comes in here," he told her.
"How would you know?" She asked. "Have you been planning this?"
He didn't answer her. Instead, he focused on pulling her kameez off. He couldn't tell her the truth, which was that he had used the room once upon a time. Back when he was spying on her and her mother, prepping for the con.
It was convenient. Only maintenance workers used it and he had their hours memorized. He should have remembered that the door didn't have a lock. He pressed against her once again. He was tired of thinking. He wanted her. Seeing all of the men watching her made him furious and aroused beyond measure. His cock had been aching in his pants since they first went into the grocery store
He unbuttoned the back of the kameez and peeled it down, revealing her breasts. Lovely. They were so perfect. No bra today. Just sweet dark nipples. There was an appealing luster to the contours of her breasts. She panted against the door, gazing at him. She tried to kiss him but he pulled back. His fingers closed on hers, pushing them against the wood.
He pushed her hands behind her back and secured them there. As if she were being arrested for loving him. The look in her eyes was a clear confession if he had ever seen one. One hand held hers together while the other massaged her breasts.
Did she know how gorgeous she was? Obviously not. It had come as a complete surprise to her that not only had Ajay been spying on her, so had half the men in the grocery store. Her lips were flavorless, yet delectable. Javed spoiled them with kiss and tugged on them with greedy teeth.
He broke away from her lips to shower her throat with kisses. He let go of her hands, but she kept them together behind her back. Like a good girl. He tugged at his belt, making fast work of it. His coordination only made her pussy more wet.
Priya thought of all the times he had probed her with those expert fingers. How many times they had secured around her throat while he was fucking her or tugged on her hair. She moaned and her hips twisted closer to him, hands still clasped behind her back. He smiled, but she couldn't see it. Her eyes were closed her lips parted.
She was a picture of pure ecstasy just then, even though he wasn't even touching her. He touched himself, but there was no need to grip hard or even tug on his cock. The sight of her with her dark nippled tits exposed, waiting for him was enough. He turned her around against the wood. Another moan escaped her lips. This time, it was desperate.
His fingers stroked her clasped hands, migrating along her spine to the back of her neck. He leaned in then. His fingers sweaty against her skin. His words rough and low. He told her how sweet she was and how hard he was going to fuck her. And did she want that? She nodded, not wanting to answer him out loud.
Anyone could walk by the room and hear them. Her heart was racing, her tits pressed into the lacquered wood. She heard him shuffle behind her. Her breathing lost shape and was contorted into stifled moans. He told her to be quiet. If they were caught, it was her fault.
Why was he being so cruel to her? And why did she like it so much? The wood creaked under the pressure. Her weight smashed against it. He told her to bend over more, to let him in. Wider.
Wider.
A tug on the string holding her salwar closed. Then salwar and panty yanked down in one smooth motion down to pool at her ankles. Seconds later, his cock bridged the gap, seeking refuge.
Javed loved feeling her pussy's rapid responses. She wasn't as tight as she used to be and he loved it. It was evidence of how much he'd fucked her. How he had made her his own. Her thighs twitched as he sank deeper. He wanted to smack her ass but knew it would be too loud. He squeezed it instead.
He held onto her clasped hands, hearing her tits slap down with every thrust against her. She wasn't leaning against the door any more. Instead, they were relying on each other to keep standing. An equilibrium existed between their aroused flesh. He pulled back, she rocked forward, but there wasn't much wiggle room. Not really.
If either of them lost balance, she could slam forward into the door or he could fall back onto the ground. They were as careful as they could be in their haste. As he fucked her nice and deep, his mind wandered. Back to the threesome with Sonia and Dev.
Sonia had been so agreeable for once, wanting to please him. To satiate him. Dev had been so angry. Javed found himself wondering if Priya's pussy was stretched out enough to hold two cocks. He fucked her harder and had to tighten his grip on her hands when she almost fell forward.
Her pussy was pulsating, her throat closed on a moan. He smiled at the warm slickness that cushioned his cock. He let her rest, just for a moment. She licked her lips, as if she could taste the orgasm that settled into her skin. Her hands pressed against the door. He was so calm, waiting for her pussy to calm down. For her legs to stop trembling.
She kept herself quiet, just like she was supposed to. Her breasts were slick with sweat. There were shiny spots on the wood where her breasts had been smashed into the door. Javed murmured his admiration for her.
