Bred by Sin: The Cuck Queen Chronicles
Chapter 7
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Echoes of Ecstasy: Memories That Won't Fade
A month had slipped by since that night in the penthouse, yet the air between Raj and Anu still shimmered with the ghost of their depravity. The sea beyond their glass walls hissed its endless lullaby, a soft counterpoint to the memories that looped in their minds--Anu's throaty screams, the slick, rhythmic slap of Vikram and Wasim's flesh against hers, the chandelier's golden glow catching the sweat on her arched back. The plush rug in the lobby bore faint, stubborn stains, a quiet trophy of their lust, and every shared glance carried a simmering heat, a secret that pulsed beneath their polished lives.
It was a sultry Sunday evening, the sky a bruised tapestry of indigo and violet, when they found themselves tangled once more on the velvet sofa. Raj sprawled shirtless, his fair skin taut over a chest carved from relentless gym hours, a pair of loose gray sweats slung low enough to reveal the sharp V of his hips. His dark hair was mussed, a casual crown for a man who ruled both boardrooms and bedrooms, and his hazel eyes glinted with a restless edge. Anu curled beside him, her legs draped over his lap like an invitation, clad only in a sheer black camisole that clung to her curves like a second skin--her nipples stiff beneath the fabric--and a pair of lace panties so delicate they hinted at the shadow of her sex. Her raven hair spilled over one shoulder, a silken cascade, and her fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweats, brushing the coarse hair trailing downward, teasing the bulge she knew stirred beneath.
"Raj," she murmured, her voice a sultry hum that coiled around him like smoke, stirring his blood instantly. "I can't shake it. That night--it's like it's branded into my skin, replaying every time I close my eyes."
He chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that rumbled from his chest, his hand sliding up her thigh, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh just shy of her heat. "You're not alone, baby. I see you on your knees, that perfect mouth stuffed, begging like a filthy slut. Keeps me hard as hell--can't even focus at work without picturing it."
Her lips curved into a wicked grin, eyes glinting with mischief as she shifted to straddle his lap, her weight settling over him, her lace-clad pussy pressing against the growing hardness beneath his sweats. "Why don't we do it again, then?" she purred, her nails raking down his chest, leaving faint red trails that prickled with heat. She rocked her hips slow and deliberate, the friction drawing a ragged groan from his throat. "Call Vikram and Wasim back. Let them pin me down, fuck me raw while you sit there stroking yourself."
Raj's hands clamped onto her hips, stilling her teasing grind, though his fingers dug in hard enough to mark her. His grin widened, a spark of something darker, wilder flickering in his gaze. "Tempting as fuck, my queen. But I've got something nastier in mind. How about a BBC bull this time? A massive black cock--eleven inches, thick as your wrist--to stretch that greedy little pussy wide open."
Anu's breath hitched, a sharp, needy sound that betrayed her instantly. Her pupils blew wide, a shiver of raw excitement rippling through her, tightening her nipples against the camisole. "Oh, fuck, Raj," she gasped, her voice trembling with arousal as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "You mean it? A huge black bull? You'd watch him ruin me with that monster?"
He smirked, tilting his head to nip at her earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his whisper scorched her. "Damn right. Eleven inches of pure meat, baby. Think you can take it without screaming the hotel down?"
Her moan was a desperate, throaty sound that vibrated through them both, her hips grinding harder against him, soaking her panties with the thought. She pulled back, her lips parting in a devilish smile, her eyes alight with hunger. "Let's do it. A seedy hotel--dark, dirty, perfect for getting pounded. And I've got a nasty surprise for you, cuck boy, to make it even better."
Raj's cock twitched at the nickname, a jolt of heat shooting through him as curiosity sharpened his grin. "A surprise? You're gonna fucking kill me with this shit, Anu. What is it?"
"Patience," she teased, kissing him hard, her tongue plunging into his mouth, tangling with his in a wet, hungry dance that left them both panting. She slid off his lap, her bare feet padding across the marble as she sauntered away, already scheming, leaving him aching and eager.
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Chapter 8
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The Hotel Hookup: A BBC Bull Awaits
They chose a boutique hotel on the city's fringes, its flickering neon sign--The Red Haven--casting a lurid glow over cracked pavement. The room was a den of vice: dark wood paneling streaked with age, a king bed draped in crimson sheets that smelled faintly of smoke and sin, a chipped mirror above the headboard reflecting the dim glow of a single bedside lamp. Raj stood by the window, his broad frame filling a tight black tee that hugged his biceps, paired with jeans that outlined his muscled thighs. His hands flexed at his sides, a mix of anticipation and arousal simmering beneath his cool exterior.
Anu had weaponized her beauty tonight. Her red mini dress was a second skin, so tight it molded to every curve, the hem barely brushing mid-thigh, the neckline plunging to expose the swell of her braless breasts, her nipples stiff and visible through the thin fabric. She'd skipped the bra entirely, opting for a black thong so tiny it vanished between her cheeks, a whisper of lace against her smooth skin. Her stilettos clicked against the hardwood with every restless step, her hair a wild cascade down her back, her lips painted a deep, slutty scarlet.
