The Betrayal

THE BETRAYAL

CHAPTER SIX

Sunlight skated down Priya's back. She was wearing a peachy linen

salwar kameez

. Simple, yet flattering, hugging her frame where it should. The kameez flowed past her knees. Her hair was braided in a wreath about her head. Javed stayed close, although he dared not touch the small of her back or the curve of her waist as they walked down the crowded corridors of New Delhi.

Priya noticed his proximity. How alert he was. His eyes scanning the people around them as they walked. She hid the smile that threatened to spread across her lips. He had gone from her professor to stepfather to bodyguard.

"You know that the grocery store is only a couple blocks away. I am more than capable of going on my own," Priya told him. She enjoyed his company. The way his fingertips almost brushed her skin and sensing his gaze on her. On the other hand, she didn't want him to think less of her. She wasn't a child. She could protect herself.

"But who would do all of the heavy lifting?" Javed quipped, not willing to admit that her observation was accurate. Priya glanced at him with agitation. He glimpsed the shift in her expression and sighed.

"Do you really think your mother was going to let you go out alone after the news?"

"It's the middle of the day, Javed." Priya shot back, knowing full well that it wasn't just her mother's request that made him want to shadow her. "Besides, Ajay is dead. He can't hurt me."

"You think he's the only man that had his eyes on you?" Javed asked her, eyebrow raised. "I've caught almost every man we've passed checking you out."

"You're just being paranoid," Priya responded, her voice casual.

Yet, a flicker of excitement tingled from the tip of her fingers to the base of her throat. They approached the market. Javed held the door open for her. This time, he wasn't the only one paying attention to their surroundings. When she entered the market, her eyes flew from one person to another.

She caught gaze after gaze. Most men looked away immediately after she noticed them looking. Priya kept her head high. Javed followed close behind her with the basket. It was warm inside of the store.

"Still think I'm paranoid?" He asked her. Priya said nothing, choosing to focus on the grocery list in her hand, instead. "Even married men look at you. Well, especially married men." Was that jealousy in his voice?

"Does that include you?" She whispered back. She expected a reprimand. What if someone heard her flirting? Instead, a smile stretched across his lips. He didn't reply but then again, he didn't have to. The store was hot and smelled of spice and sweetmeats.

It wasn't well ventilated, but at least it wasn't packed. Most people had probably shopped earlier in the week. The thought made Priya remember that the holidays were almost over. So much had happened and she hadn't spent nearly as much time celebrating with Javed as she had hoped. Ajay's secret obsession with her and his death had cast its shadow.

She supposed that she shouldn't resent the dead. That was bad luck. She should be grateful that the whole thing had made Javed protective and even jealous. Priya reached for another item on the shelf, looking over her shoulder. Another stranger's eyes averted from hers. How had she not noticed before? Was she in denial?

When they were buying their groceries, she was still wondering. She supposed that she was always too busy with school to notice, barely even having time to gossip about boys with her friends. Then, she'd met Javed. Being with him in secret had devoured all of her attention from then on.

They wound their way through the streets back to the apartment complex. The sun was setting. The grocery run had taken longer than they'd planned on. Her mother would be home, waiting for them. Priya prepared herself for it, emotionally. It still wasn't normal, deceiving her mother with Javed and it hadn't gone unnoticed that Javed seemed far more comfortable than she was. Suave on top of it all.

Priya was entering the complex, when Javed's hand positioned itself on her back. Guiding her. Down the hall, passed the plaza. No one was there. The plants glistened with moisture. A fountain trickled on one wall. They kept walking until he stopped her.

Javed turned and opened a door to a room she'd never been in before. It looked like a break room for employees. Priya gasped and looked up at him in confusion. His lips came down before she could utter a word, claiming her questioning lips.

He set down the bag of groceries that he was carrying and wrapped his arms around her petite form. Her kameez was his next victim. He pressed her against the door, shutting it in the process. His fingers stopped interrogating her top and fumbled with the handle of the door. No lock.

Priya looked down at it, her eyes wide. Was he going to stop? She hadn't seen him lose control quite like this. He was usually so concerned with being discovered.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Do you want me to stop?" His hands hesitated on her arms. She could feel the heat in his fingers, the tension inside of them. He wanted to pull her clothes off in an instant, no matter what the consequences might be.

"Mmm, no," she admitted. He smiled and leaned in, his lips settling in the crook of her elegant neck. "But don't you think someone will find us in here?" She asked, breathless.

"Not if we're quiet. Besides, hardly anyone comes in here," he told her.

"How would you know?" She asked. "Have you been planning this?"

He didn't answer her. Instead, he focused on pulling her kameez off. He couldn't tell her the truth, which was that he had used the room once upon a time. Back when he was spying on her and her mother, prepping for the con.

It was convenient. Only maintenance workers used it and he had their hours memorized. He should have remembered that the door didn't have a lock. He pressed against her once again. He was tired of thinking. He wanted her. Seeing all of the men watching her made him furious and aroused beyond measure. His cock had been aching in his pants since they first went into the grocery store

He unbuttoned the back of the kameez and peeled it down, revealing her breasts. Lovely. They were so perfect. No bra today. Just sweet dark nipples. There was an appealing luster to the contours of her breasts. She panted against the door, gazing at him. She tried to kiss him but he pulled back. His fingers closed on hers, pushing them against the wood.

He pushed her hands behind her back and secured them there. As if she were being arrested for loving him. The look in her eyes was a clear confession if he had ever seen one. One hand held hers together while the other massaged her breasts.

Did she know how gorgeous she was? Obviously not. It had come as a complete surprise to her that not only had Ajay been spying on her, so had half the men in the grocery store. Her lips were flavorless, yet delectable. Javed spoiled them with kiss and tugged on them with greedy teeth.

He broke away from her lips to shower her throat with kisses. He let go of her hands, but she kept them together behind her back. Like a good girl. He tugged at his belt, making fast work of it. His coordination only made her pussy more wet.

Priya thought of all the times he had probed her with those expert fingers. How many times they had secured around her throat while he was fucking her or tugged on her hair. She moaned and her hips twisted closer to him, hands still clasped behind her back. He smiled, but she couldn't see it. Her eyes were closed her lips parted.

She was a picture of pure ecstasy just then, even though he wasn't even touching her. He touched himself, but there was no need to grip hard or even tug on his cock. The sight of her with her dark nippled tits exposed, waiting for him was enough. He turned her around against the wood. Another moan escaped her lips. This time, it was desperate.

His fingers stroked her clasped hands, migrating along her spine to the back of her neck. He leaned in then. His fingers sweaty against her skin. His words rough and low. He told her how sweet she was and how hard he was going to fuck her. And did she want that? She nodded, not wanting to answer him out loud.

Anyone could walk by the room and hear them. Her heart was racing, her tits pressed into the lacquered wood. She heard him shuffle behind her. Her breathing lost shape and was contorted into stifled moans. He told her to be quiet. If they were caught, it was her fault.

Why was he being so cruel to her? And why did she like it so much? The wood creaked under the pressure. Her weight smashed against it. He told her to bend over more, to let him in. Wider.

Wider.

A tug on the string holding her salwar closed. Then salwar and panty yanked down in one smooth motion down to pool at her ankles. Seconds later, his cock bridged the gap, seeking refuge.

Javed loved feeling her pussy's rapid responses. She wasn't as tight as she used to be and he loved it. It was evidence of how much he'd fucked her. How he had made her his own. Her thighs twitched as he sank deeper. He wanted to smack her ass but knew it would be too loud. He squeezed it instead.

He held onto her clasped hands, hearing her tits slap down with every thrust against her. She wasn't leaning against the door any more. Instead, they were relying on each other to keep standing. An equilibrium existed between their aroused flesh. He pulled back, she rocked forward, but there wasn't much wiggle room. Not really.

If either of them lost balance, she could slam forward into the door or he could fall back onto the ground. They were as careful as they could be in their haste. As he fucked her nice and deep, his mind wandered. Back to the threesome with Sonia and Dev.

Sonia had been so agreeable for once, wanting to please him. To satiate him. Dev had been so angry. Javed found himself wondering if Priya's pussy was stretched out enough to hold two cocks. He fucked her harder and had to tighten his grip on her hands when she almost fell forward.

Her pussy was pulsating, her throat closed on a moan. He smiled at the warm slickness that cushioned his cock. He let her rest, just for a moment. She licked her lips, as if she could taste the orgasm that settled into her skin. Her hands pressed against the door. He was so calm, waiting for her pussy to calm down. For her legs to stop trembling.

She kept herself quiet, just like she was supposed to. Her breasts were slick with sweat. There were shiny spots on the wood where her breasts had been smashed into the door. Javed murmured his admiration for her.

"We have to go," Priya told him. Surely her mother would get suspicious if they took any longer. Javed didn't heed her statement. Instead, he pushed into her again and fucked her into silence. She had to grit her teeth and widen her stance. Her hips were pushed up and back. The door shook.

She was worried. Someone might investigate. They were being too loud. He didn't seem to care. For the first time, he was the one being reckless, without her persuasion. His cock snagged on the roof of her pussy and pummeled the edges of her. She couldn't handle much more. She was about to beg him to slow down.

Javed seized her, not able to vocalize the sensations inside of him. He could see her taking another cock, could practically feel it. The image was enough to take him over the edge. Enough to push even further into her, making more room for another cock.

His breathing was harsh as his flesh raged with a heavy load of cum inside of her. She wasn't leaning forward anymore. Instead, she was practically standing, pressed against the door and he was cumming up inside of her, against gravity. Time slowed down. Her head was spinning. She was parched and his cum was running down her legs.

"What am I going to do?" She asked him, showing him the mess between her legs. He smirked with satisfaction.

"Use your underwear," he replied, oh so smugly.

"What do you mean? And do what with it?" She asked him. His eyes scanned the room and fell on a trash can in the corner. Priya followed his gaze.

"But anyone could find them in there," she told him. He said nothing. She thought about her options. She could go upstairs with soaking, pungent panties and dripping thighs or she could go upstairs in no panties at all. But at least, the aroma would be less powerful. She could go straight to her room and change into new ones.

He watched her perform the post-coital calculus in her head and smiled wider when she complied, pulling the panties down and passed her tan flats. She wiped herself off and tossed the underwear in the trash can. He found an empty bottle and some scraps of fabric to throw on top. Perfect.

They both pulled their clothes on and straightened everything out so it was just so. If they were a little disheveled, it was just because it was hot, humid and the walk home had been crowded and busy. Priya was trying to get her thoughts in order. Have a story straight just in case her mother asked questions.

They both picked up the groceries. She walked in front of him. Her ass was tight from the effort of her walking with her thighs pressed close together. She wanted to contain all evidence of what they had done, but he knew exactly what she was trying to hide. He wanted one last glimpse of her pussy before they got home.

He wanted to reach between her legs and stroke her one last time before the door opened, but he didn't get that chance. She was too quick for him. They crossed the threshold and kicked off their shoes. Priya announced their arrival, knowing that her mother was probably in the living room.

Priya smiled at Javed, handing him her bag of groceries before heading off to her room to freshen up. Javed watched her walk off, wanting to follow her and fuck her one more time. He composed himself and rounded the corner with the groceries. What he saw in the living room almost made him drop them. Or, more accurately, who he saw almost made him drop them.

Asha was laughing at the table and across from her was Sonia. She was leaning back in the wicker chair, taking up space with her arms resting back and out on the contours of the wood. She looked like a queen sitting upon her throne. Her eyes glittered when they met his.

Javed stared at her, not knowing how to make sense of the situation. She just smiled.

"Why so surprised to see me, Javed? You knew I was in town," she taunted him. Asha turned to him.

"Yes, when were you going to tell me about her? You knew I was dying to meet someone from your family," Asha informed him. Sonia? Family? Javed cleared his throat and approached the kitchen with the groceries. As if everything was as it should be. Nothing had changed.

Yet, Sonia was lounging in the living room like a viper, only a few feet from her his new wife. Why was she here? Hadn't Dev's bright idea to murder a college student been enough? How many times were her and Dev going to tug at threads and jeopardize their future?

Javed racked his brain for answers and found none. She stared at him with calm, calculated eyes. Veiled satisfaction lurked behind them. She loved keeping him on his toes. Served him right. Sonia could see straight through his expression that he had just been with Priya. It wasn't that he looked guilty.

No. It was that even though he was on high alert in her presence, his features were relaxed in a way that only happened after sex. She knew him long enough that she could spot his tells in the dark. A smirk played at the edges of her lips.

"I was telling her what it was like to have such a

gifted

cousin," Sonia spoke. "I never get to see you. You're so dedicated to your

work

." Her fingers tapped against the chair. Asha sipped her drink.

"Ah, yes. I should have invited you over sooner," Javed said, his throat tight as he forced the words from his lips. All he wanted to know was how she had gotten in the house in the first place. That's when Priya walked in.

"Hey mom, I hope we came back in time for..." Priya's voice trailed off when she spotted Sonia. Sleek, older, high-cheek-boned Sonia with wavy long hair and an air of aloof confidence. Her toned legs were visible, peeking out from under a long black skirt with a slit down one side.

"Oh, don't worry. I already have something going in the oven. Sonia helped me make it," Asha said. Javed's eyes narrowed. Had Sonia showed up just to poison them all? He wouldn't put it past her.

"Sonia?" Priya asked, her voice wavering ever so slightly.

"Yes, Javed's cousin," Asha explained. "She came down to visit." Asha gave Javed a pointed look. "If I was given proper notice, I would have cleaned up more." Sonia waved away Asha's offer.

"It's beautiful in here. You should have seen his old place. It was a real mess. Oh, and these flowers are just lovely."

Sonia's fingers grazed the bulbous blossom in the center of the table. Priya sensed that there was something predatory about her. Priya stared at Javed and back to Sonia again. His jaw was locked. He ran a hand through his hair, but there was something anxious about his movements.

Priya sat down at the table; her mind already swirling with a list of questions. Had he really grown up with

her

? Javed sat down right next to Priya ignoring the shock and curiosity on her face. Instead, he was watching Sonia.

She leaned back so lavishly, enjoying the attention of her audience. Silence cemented between them. Javed was livid at how smug and unassuming Sonia looked. How she had no qualms about her unannounced intervention into his affairs.

"Well, I should probably get the samosas out of the oven. They should tide all of us over before dinner. You are staying for dinner tonight, Sonia?" Asha stood up and looked over at Sonia expectantly and at Javed who wanted nothing more than to banish Sonia from the threshold.

"I was hoping you would ask," Sonia answered. Priya's hands tightened on her dress. It was yet another wrench in her plan to spend time with Javed before classes resumed.

~

Priya reluctantly helped her mother in the kitchen. She didn't like leaving Javed and Sonia in the living room together alone. When she finally came back with dishes in hand, Sonia had moved seats, having settled into Priya's from earlier.

That struck a chord. They adorned the table with dishes of seasoned rice, lamb, sweet drinks and various sauces. Her mother sat on the other side of Javed, seemingly oblivious that the seating arrangement had changed. Priya tried to reason with herself.

Sonia just hadn't seen him in a while. They were family, after all. It made sense for them to sit next to each other, but Priya still obsessed over it. There was something disrespectful about it, dismissive even. She could smell Sonia's perfume. It lingered in the air even with the food steaming in front of them.

"Mm, this is delicious Asha," Sonia announced after her first bite.

There was something dramatic about how she said it and pointed about how she didn't even glance in Priya's direction. That made Priya indignant. Was she deliberately trying to disregard her even though she had helped make the meal?

"So, you've had the week off?" Sonia asked Javed. He nodded. "I'm sure you two have been keeping him

busy

." Sonia said, glancing at Asha and Priya before taking another bite of rice. Priya found the attention more disarming than being dismissed.

The way Sonia said busy had Priya's ears ringing. Javed looked up from his meal and gave Sonia a warning glance, but she was unphased. Her grin made that clear. He wasn't going to keep her from having some fun.

"I've been at work, mostly, but Priya has been helping upkeep the house."