Aarav leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Not until you accept me as your master," he murmured, his hand still working her pussy. "You're going to scream my name when you come, and everyone will know who you belong to." His voice was like a caress, a dark promise that sent shivers down her spine.

Raavi's body was a battleground of need and anger. "Never," she bit out, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I'll never be yours, never your whore."