Maeyra struggled weakly beneath him her legs still parted by his knees her small frame twisting slightly. Ahhh no please she whispered her voice hoarse and broken from all the earlier pleas. She pulled at her pinned wrists her henna decorated hands flexing helplessly her hips shifting in a futile attempt to close her thighs.

He leaned closer his face hovering above hers his breath warm against her swollen lips. You took Priyas place in the mandap Maeyra he said his voice low and rough with anger but surprisingly controlled. You made yourself my wife. Now I will take you as a husband takes his wife. But I will not destroy you tonight.