Chapter 2: Raw Reclamation
Deepti gasped as Raj’s fingers dug into the flesh of her throat, the pressure just shy of cutting off her air. Her back slammed against the cool plaster wall, rattling a cheap framed print. "You want to be his slut?" he rasped, the words hot and ragged against her ear, smelling faintly of stale coffee and suppressed rage. "Then fucking act like it." His other hand, rough and demanding, grabbed the gaping collar of her already torn blouse. He didn't unbutton it; he wrenched it apart. Buttons pinged off the wall and skittered across the laminate floor like startled insects. Cool air hit her exposed breasts, nipples hardening instantly, not from desire but shock, adrenaline, the brutal suddenness of it. This wasn’t the Raj she knew; this was something feral unleashed by her confession, by Amod’s marks on her skin, by her brazen request.
She saw the thick outline of his erection straining obscenely against the worn fabric of his chinos before he shoved her downwards. Her knees hit the hard floor with a painful thud. "Open," he commanded, his voice a guttural growl, fingers tightening fractionally on her throat before releasing to fumble with his belt buckle. The metallic clink was obscenely loud in the tense silence. The woodsy scent of Amod’s cologne, still clinging to her hair and skin, seemed to enrage him further.
Raj freed his cock, already fully hard and slick at the tip with pre-cum. He gripped it roughly at the base, veins standing out. It looked thicker, angrier than she remembered. He slapped the rigid length against her cheek, the wet heat a shocking contrast to the cool air. "Suck it," he ordered, his eyes burning into hers, devoid of the gentle affection she’d known for years, replaced by a dark, possessive fury. "Show me how you suck him. Show me what you give so easily to that bastard."
A tremor ran through her. Not just fear. Something else, hot and unwelcome, coiled low in her belly. The raw dominance, the sheer claiming in his actions, was terrifyingly close to what had ignited her with Amod in the car. She hesitated, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrenching her head back sharply, making her gasp. "Now, Dee," he snarled, pushing the swollen head of his cock past her lips, forcing it against her teeth. The salty-bitter taste filled her mouth. "Take it all. Swallow that fucking cock like the whore you are." He thrust forward, breaching her lips completely, the thick shaft stretching her jaw. She gagged reflexively, tears pricking her eyes as he began a relentless rhythm, fucking her mouth with hard, deep strokes, his grip in her hair keeping her pinned, forcing her to take him down her throat until her eyes watered and saliva slicked her chin. The only sounds were her choked gags, the wet slap of flesh, and Raj’s low, furious grunts. "That's it... choke on it... take my fucking cock deeper than you took his."