Hotel Sapphire
Copyright© 2026 by BhagiRath
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - An Indian couple, secretly married and working at a luxury hotel, must hide their relationship. To sell the ruse, the husband orchestrates a plan for his wife to date the hotel owner's son. This multi-chapter saga chronicles their dark journey as the audacious plan spirals into a world of ambition, sexual submission, and the slow erosion of their marriage.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Cuckold Slut Wife Wife Watching Anal Sex Indian Erotica
Day 3 at the Royal Bengal Reserve
Komal Narrates:
I woke slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places, the memories of last night still vivid in my mind ... the stars, the balcony, me bent against the railing and Rahul making me orgasm again and again and again.
I turned my head to look at him. Rahul was still asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly, one arm thrown across his forehead. Even in sleep, he looked powerful. Confident. The man who had taken me apart piece by piece over these past weeks and remade me into something I barely recognized.
My Rahul.
The thought came uninvited, but I didn’t push it away. Not anymore.
I loved him.
I’d said it during sex, those words slipping out before I could stop them. And the terrifying thing was ... I’d meant them. I still meant them.
But today was the last day of the safari. The last day of this ... whatever this was between us. After today, I would go back to being Nutty’s wife. Back to the life I’d had before Rahul Oberoi walked into it and turned everything upside down.
The thought made my chest ache.
I slipped under the covers, moving slowly, deliberately. I wanted to memorize him ... the scent of his skin, the feel of his body, the taste of him. This was the last time ... I wanted it to matter.
My lips found him first, pressing soft kisses along his inner thigh. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I trailed my tongue higher, higher, until I found what I was looking for ... his beautiful cock, soft against his leg. Even flaccid, it was magnificent. I’d become obsessed with it over these weeks, the way it felt in my mouth, the way it filled me, the way it pulsed when he came. His taste.
I took him into my mouth gently, reverently, like I was worshipping at an altar.
Rahul stirred. A low groan escaped his lips as his hands found my hair under the sheets.
“Mmmm ... Komal,” His voice was rough, with sleep and growing desire.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I poured everything into that moment ... all the things I couldn’t say, all the feelings I wasn’t supposed to have. I swirled my tongue around the head, the way he’d taught me to do, tasting the first drops of precum. That familiar salty-musky flavor that had become my addiction.
This is the last time, I told myself, and the thought made me want to cry. The last time I’ll feel him in my mouth. The last time I’ll make him hard. The last time I’ll be his.
His cock grew in my mouth, thickening and lengthening as I worked him with my lips and tongue. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat the way he’d taught me, gagging slightly but pushing through. I wanted to take all of him. I wanted to give him everything.
“Fuck, Komal...” Rahul pulled the sheet back, looking down at me with darkened eyes. His fingers tightened in his hair, guiding my movements. “That feels incredible.”
I looked up at him, my mouth full of his cock, and tried to show him with my eyes what I couldn’t say with words.
I love you. I’m going to miss you. I don’t know how to go back to being someone else after you.
He must have seen something in my expression, because his grip softened. His thumb brushed my cheek gently, almost tenderly.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me up.
I climbed up his body, straddling him, and he kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips from last night, and he could taste himself on mine. The intimacy of it made my heart clench.
“I need you,” I whispered against his mouth. “Please. I need you inside me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He lifted me easily, positioning me above him, and I sank down onto his cock with a shudder. He filled me completely, stretched me in that way that had become so familiar, so necessary. I stayed still for a moment, just feeling him. Memorizing the sensation.
“What’s wrong?” Rahul asked, his voice soft. His hands came up to cup my face. “You seem ... different this morning.”
I shook my head, blinking back tears. “Nothing. I just ... I want this to be special.”
His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought he understood. He pulled me down for another kiss, then started to move beneath me.
I rode him slowly, deliberately, drawing out every sensation. My hips rolled in waves, taking him deep, then pulling back, then taking him again. His hands roamed my body ... my breasts, my waist, my hips ... like he was trying to memorize me too.
‘Maybe he knows,’ I thought. ‘Maybe he knows this is goodbye.’
The thought made me move faster, harder. I bounced on his cock, trying to extract more pleasure, wanting to lose myself in it completely. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room ... wet, obscene, beautiful.
“Komal ... fuck, you feel so good...” Rahul groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I hoped they would leave bruises. Something to remember him by.
“I love your cock,” I gasped, the words spilling out. “I love the way you feel inside me. I love...” I caught myself before I could say it. “I ... I love this. I love being yours.”
Rahul sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest. The new angle drove him even deeper, and I cried out. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone, while I moved on top of him.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I opened my eyes, met his gaze. He was staring at me intensely, his dark eyes boring into mine.
“You’re mine, Komal,” he said, his voice rough. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I breathed. “I’m yours, Rahul. Only yours.”
For today. For this last time. I’m yours.
He put me onto my back without pulling out, hooking my legs over his shoulders, driving into me with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall. I screamed his name, my body arching off the bed.
This was what I would miss. Not just the sex ... though god, the sex was incredible ... but this feeling of being completely consumed by another person. Of being used so thoroughly that nothing else existed.
Rahul’s cock hit that spot inside me ... that spot that only he had ever found ... and I felt my orgasm building like a tidal wave.
“Don’t stop jaanu,” I begged. “Please don’t stop, please, please...”
“I won’t,” he growled. “Come for me, Komal. Come on my cock.”
The wave crashed over me. I came harder than I ever had before, my entire body convulsing, my vision going black. I was vaguely aware of screaming something ... words, sounds, his name ... but I couldn’t control it. I was lost.
Rahul followed me over the edge moments later, burying himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came. I felt his cum filling me, claiming me - one last time, and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him there.
Stay inside me. Don’t pull out. Let me keep you a little longer.
We lay there afterward, tangled together, catching our breath. Rahul’s fingers traced shapes on my back, and I pressed my face into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
It would be so easy to stay like this. To never leave this bed. To never go back to Nitin, to the hotel, to the life that felt like it belonged to someone else.
But the morning was slipping away. The safari would end today. And I had promises to keep.
I raised my head, looking up at Rahul’s face. He was watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“Rahul,” I said softly. “About Nitin. The test. Did he ... did he pass?”
Rahul was quiet for a moment. Then he exhaled, his hand still moving on my back.
“He passed.”
The words should have made me happy. Relieved. Nitin would get his promotion. We could go back to normal ... whatever normal meant now.
But instead, I felt a hollow ache in my chest.
“He’ll get the GM role?” I asked.
“Yes. He did everything I asked. More than I expected, honestly.” Rahul’s voice was neutral, but there was something underneath it ... something I couldn’t identify. “He has the job. He’s proved himself.”
I nodded slowly. “That’s ... that’s good. That’s what he wanted.”
“It is.” Rahul’s hand stilled on my back. “But is that what you wanted?”
I didn’t answer.
Rahul sat up, pulling away from me. The sudden distance felt like a slap.
“I can’t do this, Komal.” Rahul’s face showed pain, agony.
“What do you mean?”
He turned to face me, his jaw tight. “I can’t be here. Watch you go back to him. Pretend like the last few weeks didn’t happen.”
“Rahul...”
No ... not like this. Don’t end it like this...
“I’m going back to London.” His voice was controlled, but I could hear the strain underneath. “Next week. My dad has been asking me to come back ... for a while now ... and I’ve kept pushing it away. I can’t ... I won’t stay here and watch you walk back into your husband’s arms.”
My heart stopped. “You’re leaving?”
I’m losing him. I’m losing him and I can’t breathe. I knew this was eventually going to happen ... but why does it hurt so much?
“I have to.” He looked at me then, really looked at me, and I saw something raw in his eyes.
“Come with me.”
After he said the words, the silence was deafening.
“W ... what?”
“Come with me to London. Leave all of this ... leave him.”
Say yes. Just say yes. What’s stopping you? You love him. You know you love him.
I stared at him, my mouth open, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Rahul, I ... I can’t. I’m married. I made vows. I can’t just...”
“Vows?” Rahul laughed bitterly. “What vows? The vows where you promised to be faithful, while you spent weeks in my bed? The vows where you promised to honor him, while you told me you loved me?”
I flinched. “That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair is watching you destroy yourself for a man who doesn’t deserve you.”
“He’s my husband...” I said, the words feeling hollow as I said them.
“He’s a coward.” Rahul’s voice was sharp now. “He traded you, Komal. He let another man fuck his wife for a promotion. Who does that?”
Each word landed like a blow.
“He ... he fucking laid rose petals on our bed. He bought lube because his boss asked him to. And you think that’s love?” Rahul shook his head. “That’s not love, Komal. That’s transaction. You were never his wife ... you were his currency.”
Tears were streaming down my face now, and I couldn’t stop them.
“Stop...”
Please stop. Please stop saying the things I’ve been too afraid to think.
“What kind of man does that?” Rahul pressed. “What kind of man loves a woman so little that he pimps her out for a job title? And what kind of woman goes back to a man like that?”
The question hit me like a physical force. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Tears started streaming from my eyes.
“This ... this stupid test,” Rahul continued. “It had nothing to do with Nitin being good for the GM role. I wanted to show you ... show you what kind of man he is. He doesn’t deserve you, Komal!”
Rahul looked at me in silence; he hadn’t meant for it to go this far. He seemed angry, with me or himself.
“I have to go.” Rahul stood up, dressing with quick, angry movements. “I need to get away from this ... this insane asylum!”
“Rahul, please...”
He turned to me one last time. His expression softened, just slightly.
“I meant what I said. Come with me. You have a choice, Komal. You’ve always had a choice.”
I didn’t say anything.
Say something ... say yes ... say anything!
But I couldn’t. I sat there, naked on the bed where he’d just made love to me, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to make him stay.
I could see the hurt on his face at my silence. My heart was breaking for him ... for me. But I couldn’t do it.
He turned and walked out the door and then he was gone.
I sat on the bed, naked, alone, my body still humming from his touch, my chest aching.
The sheets smelled like him. Like us. Like sex and sweat and everything we’d done together.
My Rahul. No ... not mine. Not anymore. Never again.
I hobbled to the minibar. I didn’t care that it was morning. I didn’t care about anything except making the ache in my chest go away.
I made myself a drink. Whiskey. Neat. The way he liked it. My Rahul. I gulped it down.
Then another.
And another.
By the time the afternoon sun was streaming through the windows, I was drunk enough to stop feeling.
Almost.
Nitin Narrates:
I woke up with a strange feeling in my chest. Not the usual heaviness that had become my companion over these past weeks. Something lighter. Something that felt almost like hope.
Today was the last day.
The thought repeated in my head like a mantra as I showered and dressed. The safari would end this evening with a farewell party. Tomorrow, we’d all return to Delhi. And by then, Rahul sir would have made his decision.
The decision on who the next GM of Hotel Sapphire will be.
I’d done everything he asked. I was the best personal concierge he could ask for. Little did he know that it was my wife I was serving up for him.
Pimp. Patil’s grating poisonous voice echoed in my ears.
But I pushed it out. Not today!
Yes, I had to endure hell, but tonight, it would all be worth it.
The General Manager position. The title I’d worked toward for years. The proof that my father was wrong about me ... that I wasn’t a good-for-nothing failure, that I could rise above my circumstances and become something.
I checked my phone for the hundredth time. No messages from Rahul sir. But that was fine. He was probably busy. With Komal. The thought made my stomach twist, but I pushed it down.
After today, that would end too. Komal would come back to me. We’d go back to normal.
Normal. What did that even mean anymore?
I shook off the thought and left my room. I needed to stay busy. To keep moving. To not think about the sounds I’d heard through the wall last night, or the way Komal had looked at Rahul on the safari, or the tears I’d seen in her eyes when she asked me if this was worth it.
It’s worth it, I told myself. It has to be.
And speaking of keeping busy - I did have one thing I needed to take care of. A certain someone who I owed an explanation to.
I knocked at the door. No answer. I knocked again.
“Go away!” a groggy voice said from inside.
“Tina ... it’s me.”
Silence. Then the sound of movement, sheets rustling, feet hitting the floor. A few moments later, the lock clicked. But the door stayed closed.
I pushed it open slowly. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness ... the curtains were drawn, blocking out the late morning sun. Tina was sitting on her bed, sheets pulled up to her neck, her short hair a mess, her eyes red and puffy like she’d been crying. Or drinking. Or both.
“What do you want, Nitin?” Her voice was rough.
“I wanted to talk. About last night.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “What’s there to talk about? You got what you needed. I got ... whatever I got. End of story.”
“It’s not that simple...”
“It never is with you, is it?” She pulled the sheet tighter around herself. “You always show up looking like a lost puppy, and I always let you in. That’s on me. I know that now.”
I stood awkwardly in the doorway, not sure if I should come in or leave. Tina rolled her eyes.
“Close the door. Unless you want the whole floor to hear our conversation.”
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Tina’s clothes from the night before were scattered on the floor. The air smelled stale, like sleep and spilled alcohol.
I moved some of her clothes off the chair and sat down.
“You look like shit,” Tina said.
“So do you.”
She laughed again, but there was no humor in it. “Fair enough.”
We sat in silence for a moment. I could hear the distant sounds of the lodge ... staff moving around, someone calling out about breakfast service. But in this room, it felt like we were in our own bubble.
“I’m sorry,” I said finally. “For how I left things. For making you feel like I was using you.”
“Stop.” She held up a hand. “I told you last night ... I knew what I was doing. I knew you were thinking about her. I knew it meant nothing to you. I still did it. That’s on me.”
“It wasn’t nothing.”
Tina raised an eyebrow. “Really? You came because you were watching the woman you love being fucked by her boyfriend. What part of that wasn’t nothing?”
“I owe you the truth,” I said quietly. “The whole truth. Not just the pieces you’ve figured out.”
Tina studied me for a long moment. Then she sighed, pulling the sheet tighter around her shoulders.
“Fine. Talk.”
I took a breath. The words I was about to say had never left my mouth before ... not to anyone who didn’t already know.
“Komal ... is my wife.”
The silence that followed was absolute.
Tina stared at me. Her face went through several expressions ... confusion, disbelief ... shock.
“Your ... what?”
“We’ve been married for two years. Secretly. Because of Sapphire’s no-fraternization policy.”
Tina’s mouth opened and closed several times. She looked like she was trying to speak but couldn’t find the words.
“Wait,” she finally managed. “Wait, wait, wait. You and Komal are married? Like, actually legally married? With a marriage certificate and everything?”
“Yes. We met when she applied for the receptionist job. I was the one who interviewed her. We started dating secretly. Got married in her hometown, in a small ceremony with just her family. No one at the hotel knows. Or ... no one was supposed to know.”
“Holy shit.” Tina ran both hands through her messy hair. “Holy shit. That explains ... everything. The way you look at her. The way you’re always around her but never making a move. I thought you were just ... pining from afar. Like some sad puppy love situation. But you’re married to her. That bitch ... I am her best friend ... she never told me!”
“It’s not her fault ... she really wanted to tell you ... several times. I stopped her.” I said, looking at Tina’s shocked face sheepishly. “I am sorry ... I was just too scared of this info getting out!”
Tina looked at me like she was about to punch me.
“It gets more complicated.”
“Of course it does.” She laughed bitterly. “With you, it always does.”
“Patil caught us. Kissing. He threatened to expose us. That’s when we came up with the plan ... Komal would pretend to date Rahul sir, so no one would suspect she was with me. It was supposed to deflect suspicion, give Patil no leverage. Just a cover story. Just pretend.”
Tina was processing the information. She was silent, and then spoke.
“But it didn’t stay pretend.”
“No.” The word came out heavy. “It didn’t.”
Tina was quiet for a moment, processing. Her eyes were sharp now, the grogginess from sleep and alcohol fading.
“So all of this ... the dates, the public displays, her living in his penthouse, the whole girlfriend act ... it was all fake?”
“It started as fake. A ruse. But then...” I trailed off.
“But then she actually started sleeping with him.”
I nodded. “And somewhere along the way, I discovered something about myself. Something I didn’t expect.”
“What do you mean?”
I hesitated. The words felt stuck in my throat. But Tina was looking at me with genuine curiosity, not judgment.
“I liked it,” I said finally. “Watching her with him. Hearing about it. Knowing what she was doing. It ... it turned me on.”
Tina’s expression didn’t change. She just watched me, waiting.
“I’m a cuckold,” I said, the word tasting strange in my mouth. “I get pleasure from my partner being with someone else. Komal figured it out before I did. She said the word, and I couldn’t deny it.”
I braced myself for the look of disgust. For the rejection. For her to tell me I was sick, twisted, pathetic.
But Tina just nodded slowly.
“Okay,” she said. “And?”
I blinked. “And? That’s it? I just told you I get off on my wife sleeping with another man, and your response is ‘and’?”
Tina shrugged. “It’s a kink, Nitin. A sexual fetish. It’s not that big a deal.”
“Not that big a deal?” I stared at her. “I’m a man who gets aroused by his own humiliation. Who lets another man take his wife. How is that not pathetic?”
“Last night,” Tina said, her voice calm. “When I found you in the bushes, jerking off while watching them on the balcony. Do you remember what I said to you?”
I nodded, the memory burning. “You called me pathetic.”
“I did. But I didn’t mean it as an insult. I said it because I knew you liked it.” She leaned forward slightly. “You also have a humiliation kink, Nitin ... in case you didn’t realize that. Being called pathetic, being degraded ... that’s part of what turns you on. I recognized it because I’ve seen it before.”
“What do you mean you’ve seen it before?”
“Nitin, I’ve been with a lot of people. I’ve seen a lot of kinks. Cuckolding is one of them. Humiliation is another. It’s more common than you think.” She shrugged again. “Some people like being dominated. Some people like being tied up. Some people like watching their partner with someone else. It doesn’t make you a freak. It doesn’t make you less of a person.”
I stared at her, unsure what to say. I had expected judgment. I had expected disgust.
What I hadn’t expected was acceptance.
I felt something crack in my chest. A wall I hadn’t even known I was holding up.
“Everyone I know would think I’m disgusting if they knew,” I whispered. “My father ... would call me a failure. Society would say I’m less of a man.”
“Maybe,” Tina acknowledged. “But society says a lot of stupid things about sex. About desire. About what men are supposed to be and what women are supposed to want. Most of it is bullshit.” She met my eyes. “You like watching your wife with another man. That’s what turns you on. It doesn’t mean you don’t love her. It doesn’t mean you’re weak. It just means you have a specific thing that gets you off.”
I sat there, processing her words. No one had ever talked to me like this. No one had ever made me feel like my desires were ... normal. Like I wasn’t broken.
“You really believe that?” I asked. “That there’s nothing wrong with me?”
“I think you’re a genuinely nice person who got caught in a complicated situation,” Tina said. “I think you’ve been beating yourself up for something that doesn’t deserve that much self-hatred. And I think you need to stop letting other people’s judgments define who you are.”
I nodded, feeling a strange lump in my throat. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had made me feel accepted. Understood. Seen.
She climbed out of bed, the sheet falling away. She was wearing a tank top and shorts underneath. She walked over to the tiny bathroom, turned on the sink, and splashed water on her face.
When she came back, she sat on the edge of the bed, facing me.
“Thank you Tina,” I said, feeling better about myself after a very long time. “I know I’ve caused you pain...”
“It’s fine.” Tina interrupted me. “It was just a crush. Now that I know the truth ... I ... I don’t go after married men ... especially those married to my best friend.”
I nodded. A few seconds of awkward silence followed. Neither of us knew how to move forward.
“Komal ... she will come back to me, very soon.” I said, hope in my voice.
Tina’s expression flickered. “Back to you? What do you mean?”
“That’s what she and I had decided. As soon as Rahul sir announces my promotion to the GM role, Komal is going to end things with him. Then she and I can go back to being husband and wife ... a real marriage again.”
There was something in Tina’s eyes that I couldn’t quite read. Something that looked almost like sadness.
“Nitin,” she said slowly. “Are you sure that’s what’s going to happen?”
“It’s what we agreed. Once the promotion is secured, the ruse ends. She comes back to me.”
“And you believe that? After everything that’s happened?”
I hesitated. “She’s my wife. She’ll come back.”
Tina didn’t respond. She just watched me with that unreadable expression.
“Either way,” I continued, “I need to ask you something. What happened between us last night ... Komal can’t know. She’s coming back to me, we’re going to rebuild our marriage, I can’t have this hanging over us.”
“You want me to keep it a secret.”
“Yes. She can never know. About ... us.”
Tina was quiet for a long moment. Then she nodded.
“Okay,” she said. “I won’t tell her.”
“You promise?”
“Nitin.” She met my eyes. “You just told me your deepest secret. You trusted me with something you’ve never told anyone. I’m not going to betray that trust by telling your wife about a hand job in the bushes.”
Relief washed over me. “Thank you, Tina. I know I don’t deserve your loyalty, not after how I treated you...”
“Stop.” She held up a hand. “I told you last night ... I knew what I was getting into. Besides, who am I to judge? I made you eat me out, even though I knew you liked her.”
For a moment both of us looked at each other and then we started laughing. The heaviness was melting away.
“Does that make us even?” I asked.
“No,” Tina said. “But it makes us something. Friends, maybe. People who understand each other.” She paused. “People who share secrets.”
“I’ve never had someone to talk to about this,” I admitted. “About any of it. It’s been eating me alive for weeks.”
“Well, now you do.” She climbed off the bed and stretched. “Even if that person is a hungover mess who looks like she hasn’t slept in three days.”
I smiled slightly. It felt strange on my face. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d smiled.
“You should get ready for tonight,” Tina said. “The farewell party. Everyone’s going to be there.”
“Including you?”
She hesitated. “Yes. I’ll be there.”
“Will you ... I mean, could we...”
“I’ll find you,” she cut in. “If you need someone to talk to. A friend.”
I stood up to leave. But at the door, I turned back.
“Tina. Thank you. For everything. For listening. For not judging me. For making me feel like I’m not...”
“A freak?” She raised an eyebrow. “You’re not. Or maybe you are. I am one too. So is Komal. We’re all human.”
I nodded, feeling the lump in my throat again.
“Go,” Tina said, gesturing toward the door. “Now get out of here before I change my mind about being nice.”
“Thank you, Tina.”
I smiled again ... a real one this time ... and walked out into the hallway.
For the first time in weeks, maybe months, I felt like I could breathe. Like someone had finally lifted the weight off my chest, even if just for a moment.
After a long time, I was actually looking forward to things. The promotion. Komal’s return. The end of this nightmare.
I closed my eyes and let myself hope.
It was a dangerous thing, hope. But right now, it was all I had.
Komal Narrates:
The whiskey bottle was empty.
I didn’t remember finishing it, but there it was, lying on its side on the nightstand. The room was spinning.
I was sitting on the bed, still naked from this morning, still smelling of Rahul. Still feeling him on my skin, inside me, everywhere.
Come with me. To London.
A few words. That’s all it would have taken.
“Yes, Rahul. I’ll go with you. Take me away from here.”
But I’d said nothing. I’d let the silence stretch until it became an answer of its own, and then he was gone.
My fingers found the diamond pendant at my throat. I’d been touching it obsessively for hours ... twisting it, feeling the cold stone against my skin, remembering when he’d fastened it around my neck.
His.
Everything about me was his now. The necklace. The ache between my legs. The hollow feeling in my chest.
Me.
But was that fair? Was any of this fair?
‘Nutty didn’t force me’, I thought, my brain swimming in whiskey. ‘He gave me a choice. Every step of the way, I could have said no.’
The first kiss. The first touch. The first time Rahul’s fingers had slipped inside me. The first time I’d taken his cock in my mouth. Every boundary I’d crossed, I’d crossed willingly. I’d wanted it. I’d craved it.
‘You enjoyed it’, I told myself bitterly. ‘You loved every second of it. The way he touched you. The way he fucked you. The way he made you come undone.’
That wasn’t Nutty’s fault. That was mine. I was the one who’d spread her legs for another man. I was the one who’d begged for more. I was the one who’d said ‘I love you’.
’But Nutty ... he sent you back to Rahul ... even when you wanted to come back,’ another voice whispered. ‘He stood outside the door and listened to you scream another man’s name. He got hard when you were being taken by another man.’