The Betrayal

The Betrayal

Chapter 12

The drive had been long and become more boring when Asha switched places with Priya and returned to the front seat.

"Ugh, what time is it?" She asked. Javed took out his phone.

"Not as late as we thought it would be," he replied. "And look at that, we still have service. Just barely."

What Priya didn't know was that Javed couldn't get the image of her out of his mind. How her lips felt on his cock, her fingers at the base. He leaned against the counter of the reception desk, one hand pressed into Asha's lower back.

Priya walked in behind, trying not to fixate on the way her mother rested her head on his shoulder. She seemed so at peace with him, after so many years of not being at peace with anyone but her. The receptionist handed Javed the keys and wished them a pleasant stay. Javed turned around with a smile, handing her a set.

"We thought you would enjoy your own room," Javed said. Asha nodded with a sweet smile. A spark lit up Priya's eyes as her hand closed around the offering. This had to be Javed's doing. A change of plans. He wanted to be with her.

The realization made her steps lighter, the frustration replaced by anticipation. He picked up most of the bags, while Priya rolled her suitcase behind them. They stopped in the hallway. Their rooms were across from each other. Priya resisted the urge to smile at Javed as her excitement grew. Asha hugged Priya good night and Javed followed her inside of their room.

He looked over his shoulder at Priya and her entire body tingled with heat. He wasn't even smiling but the look in his eyes was more than enough. The moment came and went. Priya closed the door first and leaned back against it.

Priya gasped and reached between her legs. Her thighs were sweaty yet inviting and she slid down the door to the floor, inching her legs wider to receive the tender affection of her fingers. Her knuckles locked up as she clawed deeper. They were uncoordinated but she didn't stop, not until her chest was heaving and her legs were trembling.

When she finally came, her underwear was tossed aside on the floor and her fingers were resting on her thigh, soaked in wetness. She caught her breath and struggled to pull herself to her feet. What had she become? What had Javed made her? Sonia? She wasn't the silly, naïve girl anymore. With a smile, she slid the dress off and crawled onto the bed. The air conditioning was nice enough for her to get under the luxurious satin covers.

She didn't bother to turn the lights out. Instead, she drifted off with ease. Her dreams were cut short when a hand explored her hips and rested on her stomach. She jumped up, her heart pounding. The room was dark. There was a question hanging on her lips, but Javed spoke before she got the chance to utter it.

"It's me. I'm sorry. I thought you'd be expecting me," he whispered, his body curving to arch against her naked form. His cock was already coming to life through his pajamas. She looked over her shoulder at him, her breathing stabilizing.

"I thought you would knock first. How did you get in here?" She was alarmed to see that he was wearing all of his clothes.

"I asked for a spare key. Told them yours had already gotten lost." Javed's hand stroked her stomach. Each stroke was longer than the last until his fingers were searching her thighs.

"Ah, you blamed me. Of course." Priya rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Nonsense. I told them it would probably turn up but until then, we should have an extra," Javed replied. "No blame necessary."

"So, you do have some morals," Priya told him.

"You know, only the ones that are worthwhile," he joked, but paused a moment. "Why do you say that?"

"Sonia told me all about your past," Priya said. Javed froze.

There was no way that was true. Not after what she had done in the car. She wouldn't have touched him ever again if she knew the truth. Unless, it was a turn on that he was a criminal. Did she know and want to be with him, regardless? Javed said nothing. There was too much flying through his mind.

"You know. All the girls?"

"What girls?" Javed stared down at her. His fingers had gone slack between her legs.

"The ones that weren't worthwhile," Priya shot back. Ah, so Sonia had been telling her stories. No doubt to be able to gain her trust and make her own move.

"I don't know what she told you, but it was only half the story," he told her.

"That's what they all say," Priya replied. He pulled her onto her back then and leaned over her, staring into her eyes.

"I thought you trusted me," Javed whispered.

"I do," Priya replied.

"Show me," Javed said, reaching between her legs again. Her lips parted and her hips dipped into the mattress as he thrust his fingers into her.

"What? I can't be jealous?" She asked him. He shook his head at her.

"No, you can't." His lips were just above hers, almost touching. He stared down at her with unguarded admiration.

"Why not?" Her gaze drifted to his lips and back up again.

"Because I love you and you're the only one I've ever said that to," he confessed.

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Javed only grinned and moved down her body until his smile was just above her thighs. He couldn't wait to sample her.

"Fine. Let me show

you

," was all he said before his tongue swiped between her flushed slit.

She leaned back, gripping the covers. Her lips puckered and body elevated under his touch. He was delighted to find that her thighs were already drenched in her pussy's unique elixir. He was buried in it with a smile spreading across his dutiful lips.

He really was on vacation. She shook but didn't pull away. His grip on her hips tightened as he swerved his tongue into her and wrenched her legs wider apart. She gasped and acquiesced, letting him fulfill her. That's when the moans surfaced. Javed stopped licking her and she panted.

"Why did you stop?" She demanded, pulling herself up onto her elbows.

"You know why," he said. "People couldl hear us across the hall if we're not careful."

"Ugh, I'm tired of staying quiet," Priya complained, falling back against the pillows. "This is supposed to be a vacation."

"Mhm, and do you want it to be one where we get caught?" Javed asked.

"I'm honestly not sure I care anymore," she replied. "As long as I'm with you." He moved up her body, tilting her chin up so that they could indulge in a deep kiss. She moaned again as he reached between them to unbuckle his belt. She helped pull down his pants, blind to it all, diving into the textures.

Priya wasn't prepared for his first thrust, the way his pelvis came down. Her moans flew up an octave. She expected him to reprimand her, to pull away, but instead he just gazed down at her and slid into her, this time with even more force. She yelled out. Still no reprimand. She gasped as he fucked her harder. She let go of the sheets and latched onto him, curving up to receive every flare of his cock inside of her, clenching around it as hard as she could.

Javed grunted. She was so much stronger, and it didn't matter how deep he went. She would squeeze harder, challenging each thrust. Tempting his flesh with hers. His heart sped up with every one of her moans but he didn't suppress them. If people realized he was fucking his wife's daughter - if Asha found out - then so be it. How long could he expect her to live this way? How long could he?

Priya tried to restrain herself, but his thrusts tormented her. The buttons of his shirt prodded her nipples and tread across her collar bone. Her hips had a will of their own, guiding him even further, delighting in his strength and determination. There was pain but it was dull and complimented every ounce of desire that coursed through her veins.

She swooned underneath him, feeling his cock swell. It stretched her out with its width, taking her to another dimension of conflict. Sweet deliverance or stinging pain? Just when she felt a bridge being build towards her completion, he slowed his stride and stared down at her. Her thighs closed tighter around him in protest. Why was he slowing down? Was he tired? He wasn't allowed to be tired.

"If you were so jealous, why did you do what you did in the car?" Javed asked, edging her on with his deliberate, elongated thrusts.

"Maybe I still wanted you despite everything," she said after some contemplation. "Maybe it was also a punishment."

"Oh, that's what you call punishment?" He chuckled.

"A challenge can be a punishment," she rebuked.

"Not for me," he said, shaking his head and delivering another kiss. She could feel it again, even though he was still going slow. The bridge to another level of being. The intensity of it, even in its beginning stages, rivaled her previous orgasm. He knew she was close because she went silent, gasping at air but not inhaling.

Head swiveling back. Eyes wide open. It struck her as his cock buried itself. There wasn't anything quite like an orgasm with him inside of her. Her eyes closed when it reached its peak, a flood of wild energy. He kissed her, but not to muffle the moans that began to escape her lips. He kissed her because he wanted to taste her pleasure, to revel in it.

She held him close, legs shifting and entwining around him. They kissed until the intensity faded with him moving inside of her. He went so slow, that it didn't overwhelm her as the pleasure flickered through her limbs. They held each other for hours. Longer than Javed had planned. For once, they were free if only for one night. No matter the stakes, they were free.

~

When Asha woke the next day, Javed was already showering. She didn't find it that unusual. He was a light sleeper. Maybe he was just excited to start the vacation. Asha stretched and got ready for the day. When Javed stepped out of the shower, they shared a quick peck of a kiss. He got dressed and they met Priya downstairs for breakfast.

The tables were outside and for the first time in months, a cool breeze drifted across Asha's shoulders and down her back. The canopy above allowed specks of light through but nothing more. Beyond, Naina lake sparkled. Priya looked at home in the lush garden scape, especially in her moss green romper.

The breakfast was a rich affair. A mix of western and Indian cuisine. They ate and passed time in small chat, taking in the beautiful view. Priya's thought drifted to the night before with the reverie eventually broken when her mother asked if she wasn't hungry.

They followed Asha's suggestion to walk around the town and do some sight seeing. What should have been a fun excursion was becoming an exercise in frustration. Javed walked with her mother, hand wresting on her back, drifting down to cup her ass as her mother leaned into to whisper something. What was going on? Why was her mother suddenly being so open? So, no one knew her here? But Priya was still there. And, Javed? What game was he playing at?

"She's my wife? Don't you think it would be odd if I didn't respond to her flirting with me?" he said when she confronted him in a moment when Asha wandered into a jewelry shop.

"Well, you could like it less." Javed sighed. And, Priya knew he was right. She was being childish.

"We should go to the lake" Priya suggested as lunch time approached.

"It should be just down that path," she pointed toward a side street.

"The lake? That's where all the bugs are," Asha countered. "Wouldn't you like to stay here? Get lucnh? Maybe have a spa day at the hotel with me instead?" Priya shook her head.

"It's so nice out. How could I possibly stay inside all day!"

"Well, you shouldn't go alone," Asha protested.

"I'll take her," Javed intervened. "You get a nice lunch. Have a spa day. She gets an adventure. Everyone's happy." Asha sighed with contentment and leaned back. Priya looked away and smiled. He looked to Priya, "We can grab something and have a picnic."

"Yep, everyone's happy," Priya said after a moment, not believing that she was going to get a whole afternoon with him.

After breakfast, Priya had changed into her swimsuit and threw a dress over it assuming they would be going to the lake that the town was famous for. As Asha waved by, Javed went into a shop a bought a grabbed a blanket and some snacks. The lane was flanked by colorful shops selling a myriad of things for tourists. The smell of spices filled the path.

Priya loved it, hopping across the cobblestones. She flashed a smile over her shoulder at Javed every few minutes. He followed behind her, chuckling at her happiness. It was infectious and eased all of the stress of the past month.

Eventually, the left the town behind and the soothing cacophony of the forest surrounded them, blessing their ears with chatter. It seemed that the creatures of the forest were enjoying their day as much as they were. The chittering and animal calls started to fade and become muffled as the sounds of water gushing met their ears. Priya skipped faster, giggling. She couldn't wait to see it.

They broke through the edge of the forest moments later where the lake was waiting for them. They walked away to what was a more secluded part of the lake, away from the gathered families. The ground was soft and mossy. Javed searched for a flat area and tossed the blanket down when he found a suitable spot. Priya got cozy and gazed at the shimmering lake. Javed interrupted her reverie with a passionate kiss.

He was about to push her back onto the blanket and fuck her raw when they heard more people. They separated themselves just in time as a family walked onto the bank. Javed cursed under his breath. Priya laughed.

"It's ok. We have all day," she told him before giving him another kiss. An hour passed, and then another. They talked about the future. What would it be like when she graduated college? Maybe he could get a divorce and she would get a job out of the city so that they could meet up more often, without anyone knowing. The family apparently had no plan to leave, so they left to find a a place that was actually secluded. Deeper into the forest. They kept their voices down but after a while, but soon realized no one was coming to this part of the lakeside. Priya leaned in close to him.

"Do you think we could go skinny dipping," she asked, gazing up at him,

"You really do want to get caught, don't you?" He replied with amusement. She just shrugged and started to wiggle out of her dress. His breath caught, but he shook himself out of it. That's when he realized that something was missing from their minimalistic picnic.

"I forgot the towels," he said. She was lounging back in her swimsuit. "Stay just like that. I'll be back." She caught his wrist as he walked away. He turned back.

"Javed?" Her voice hung in the air. He stared at her. "I love you," she told him. He kissed her then, his hands wandering. He forced himself to pull away.

"It'll just be a minute," he told her as he rushed down the path. She laughed when he almost tripped in his haste. His footsteps faded until she was alone.

~

Dev watched from a distance when Javed walked away left the little slut. He was kneeling in the brush, hoping that a snake didn't crawl up his pants. The poison was in his pocket but it seemed useless at this point. When was he supposed to poison them? At the hotel between courses or was he supposed to wait until the picnic blanket with drinks was left unattended by them both?

His skin was crawling. He despised being out of the city and didn't want to wait any longer. It had been by chance that he had seen them wandering the town.

He couldn't hear them from his spot, but he was relieved when he saw Javed get up. Were they going back? No, just Javed was leaving. A familiar feeling came over Dev. It was like hunger and excitement at the same time. He saw the opportunity, clear as day. There she was, all alone, but what was he going to do with her?

Dev let his stare wander until it fell on a small path at the base of low rise. It likely went to the top, where he could drop her onto the rocks. The authorities would think that she had tried to dive in the water, but she'd missed. That was natural causes in his mind. What? Did Sonia expect him to wait for days? No, it was the perfect opening and he wouldn't even have to use the gun.

~

The inspector's hands were tight on the wheel. He'd taken only one break from driving, and it had only been 15 minutes. His eyes were bleary and his joints stiff. All he could think was that he was going to be too late.

Rahul slammed his hand on the horn and swerved around another car before reaching for his coat on the seat. With one hand, he managed to take his phone out of one of the pockets and flip it open. He dialed Javed's number twice, but it kept going to voicemail. He hissed, wanting to chuck his phone out the window, but decided to try one more time.

Javed had just reached the hotel when his phone started vibrating in his shorts. He pulled it out and answered.

"You're out of options, Javed." It was the Inspector. Javed's blood ran cold. "I'm on the way now. That girl better be alive when I get there, or you'll be spending the rest of your life in a remote desert, shackled to a shovel."

"Inspector. Slow down. I don't understand what you're saying," Javed reasoned with him, trying to keep his breathing even.

"You've been playing with her this whole time," the Inspector continued, exasperated. The drive had given him time to think. To see the situation unfold in his mind.

"With who?"

"Priya. You won't get away with this. Do you really think her death will be ruled accidental, now? Call it off!" Javed's hand trembled and sweat ran down his neck. The Inspector knew about Priya. He knew about everything, but the rest of it didn't make any sense.

"What are you talking about? She is safe. I was just with her," Javed explained. "I would never hurt her." Rahul was livid, but there was something in Javed's voice that seemed sincere and concerned.

"They're going to kill her Javed," the Inspector said, his tone different than before. "And if they succeed, it will be your burden."

Click.

Javed pulled the phone away and heard the Inspector's words over and over again in his head. What did he mean? They were going to kill her? Who? The answer dawned on him, his throat went dry. Dev. Sonia. They had found another way.

The phone slipped from his hand at the base of the path as he started running. His heartbeat thundered but his thoughts were louder. He was going to lose her, and the worst part of it was that he deserved it.

~

Priya didn't see him before he lunged on her. Only felt his arms around her throat and hot muscles against her back. Within seconds, she was lifted high above the ground, her feet dangling. She struggled against the man, elbowing back and kicking in desperation as she choked.

"Easy," the man whispered into her ear. "This was always going to happen, Priya. Just accept it."

What was he talking about? He was walking up the path, toward the rise that gave a better view. She bit down on his arm until she tasted blood. His grip tightened. She couldn't breathe. A scream was trapped in her throat. He carried her up the path, despite her writhing against him. He wouldn't have to take her too far up, he imagined, for the fall to be fatal. Either that or he could drown her.

The thought became even more tempting when pain surged from his arm where she clamped down. Drowning was more difficult than tossing her but taking her up a cliff face didn't seem too thrilling either.

He moved her into the water until he was thigh deep and she was barely up to her knees. He squeezed her harder and went deeper. All he had to do was sit down with her in a headlock. That would get it done. Priya's efforts to free herself intensified as the water rose to her breasts. She couldn't even see him and the thought almost made her more furious than scared.