Chapter 2

Rahul burst through the front door just as Manju finished wiping the kitchen counter. The moment she turned, his open palm cracked across her cheek, sending her stumbling backward into the pine table. He grabbed a fistful of her thick black hair and dragged her around the room, slamming every door shut and pocketing the keys while she whimpered.

“You ran straight into the kitchen, bitch,” he snarled, yanking her head back. “That big table is perfect for what I have planned.”

Manju’s eyes widened in terror. “Please, Rahul, my husband Prem will be home soon—”

Another vicious slap cut her off. Rahul shoved her face-down onto the table, ripped her sari up over her hips, and tore her panties aside. His hand rained down on her bare ass in a relentless series of brutal slaps that left red handprints blooming across her brown skin. Manju sobbed, legs kicking uselessly as each strike jolted through her body.

“You’re going to learn exactly who owns you now,” Rahul growled, gripping her hair tighter while his other hand continued its merciless assault on her ass cheeks. Manju’s tears soaked the wooden surface beneath her face.

When her buttocks glowed hot and swollen, Rahul hauled her upright by the hair and forced her to her knees. He pulled a coil of washing line from under the sink and cut several lengths. First he bound her heavy breasts, wrapping the thin rope so tightly that the flesh bulged purple and angry. Manju cried out at the pressure, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.