STUCK 2

Chapter 1

The key clicked inside the lock, struggling to fit just perfectly in the pattern. After seconds of struggling in the dark, she heard the almost inaudible click before the lock swiftly turned open.

Her furniture evanescently lit up with the thundering lightening outside, Gothically underlining the petrifying aura. She tried not to be affected by the storm outside. Even when the electricity was gone like on a typical rainy night, she didn't need a ray of light to know exactly what was where in her apartment. Slinging her purse on the sofa, she walked inside her room, flinching terribly when another thunder roared just outside her window on the twelfth floor.

Taking a deep breathe she entered the washroom not closing the door on her empty bedroom, turning on the hot shower. Her clothes had sticked on her skin like a glue, her hair drenched. Despite her attempts to shield herself with the umbrella, Mumbai rains hadn't cared for anything. She shivered as a gush of cold wind entered through her open window, erupting goosebumps on her already wet skin.

She removed the clinging pieces of clothing one by one, eager to get under the hot shower. Entering the realm of burning water she released an unconsciously held breathe, letting herself relax under the warmth in excruciating chill.

Wrapping the towel around her body she walked out, leaving behind the moist foot steps on the clean tiles, locating her cup board in the utter dark. Regretting not bringing her phone for the torch she blindingly guided her hand, looking for a dry pajama in an overflowing mess of fabrics. 

Fresh stench of cigar lingered in air, her actions seized. Still facing the cupboard she briefly wondered and then staggeringly, she felt it, the hot vapour softly tingling on her wet neck, as if someone had released a puff just behind her back. 

Her body paralysed, her breathe stuck, she felt his sharp breathe as he inhaled her scent painfully closer in the crook of her neck, his touch inches away but miles apart, terrifyingly close but dauntingly away. Another lightening hauntingly reverberated in the room, adding to the ghostly atmosphere inside her room, 

"Wh...who ar...are you...?" she stuttered, horrified at the possibility of intruder.

He didn't answer, only breathed, uncomfortably closer, his hands tracing her towel-covered waist, softly teasing its hem, belying the rough intentions. 

A visible tremble traversed across her body as his tongue ravishingly licked her neck, the slippery flesh sliding effortlessly, his beard prickling her milky skin. And she kicked into action, just like him. Her scuffles suddenly met a godly force, as if he had seen the struggle coming, he grappled her arms in front of her body, pushing her body against the piece of furniture to arrest her movements, his tongue still savouring his favourite spot. 

"Oh god...." 

There were already tears, unheeded struggles. Her gasp shuffled behind another thunder when she felt the fabric of his shirt, the metallic texture of his belt as in a lightening speed her towel was snatched off.  With the only barrier gone she felt helpless, bound, a feeling not new, only this time it was a stranger. Or was he?

His grasp locked her wrists behind her back, freeing his hand to squeeze her right breast, and then left. Her nipples hardened, his touch unpredictable, twisting the pebbles, manhandling the assets, too eager to touch her in unspeakable places. His rough hands reddened her sensitive breasts, his twisting and fondling too desperate, too hasty. He stroked, and pressed and pulled, greedily to make most of his time. His hand left her used breasts towards her face, tightly gripping her neck to control her breathe. And just with the force he pulled her to the bed, throwing her effortlessly on her stomach. 

She tried to breathe, through his unbreathable presence, through the coldness that seemed to have descended to unhealthy limits. And he was on her next moment, pushing her back down, picking her ass up. 

"What the hell are yo-" before she could stop he was in her, his manhood buried deep inside her pussy. How had he not felt the resistance was a mystery, or perhaps it was not, perhaps she denied her treacherous body had made her wet, enough for him to slid in without a moment's wait. She groaned in an unwanted feeling, shuddering uncontrollably as his body hovered over hers, mounting her like an animal as she couldn't resist, did not want to resist. 

Her struggles fainted, her screams superseded, by moans, his manhood hitting just the right place inside her deserted pussy. The sinfulness of their skin slapping was nothing compared to the blaring storm and yet she heard everything, from his crude eager breaths, to his intentional deep thrusts. She wanted to look at him, to turn around and glimpse in the eyes of this barbarous stranger but as she tried all that she received in the reward was a vivid spank on her ass, frighteningly so her pussy juiced in response, shivering as his hand lingered on her bottom a little longer, roughly fondling the skin, delivering yet another slap to excite her again.

His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a different angle, his hand moving under her body to grab her breast like a possession, his  thrusts fast and hard, his sweat bathing her skin. She came undone as loud as she could have been, pulling the sheets in her small fists, making a mess with her juices. 

He remained embedded, listening to her breathe, letting her come down from her high, waiting for her to realise what sin was she condoning, what parlous pleasure was she devouring. 

She remained unmoving, focusing solely on bringing back her dwindling breathe before he decided to speak, closer to her ear as he was, his teasing demeanor was unmissable, his sardonic smile imaginable.

"Found you"

Tara's body jolted upright from the sleep, her whole body drenched in sweat. Donavan's words echoed in her senses like a threat. Frightened, she tossed the covers off, letting her hand trace her panty, finding it impossible soaked.

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