**Angry Fuck**

I was pissed. The way Nandini had been brushing me off all week, acting like I didn’t exist—like I wasn’t the man who fucking worshipped her body. And tonight? She barely said two words to me over dinner, scrolling through her phone like it was more important than me. That shit didn’t fly.

I followed her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. She flinched but didn’t turn around, still pretending to ignore me as she rummaged through the dresser. Fuck that. I grabbed her wrist and spun her around, my grip tight.

“What the hell is your problem?” she snapped, fire in her eyes.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I shoved her onto the bed, my cock already hard in my jeans just from the way she glared at me—like she wanted to fight. Nandini was always hottest when she was pissed.

She tried to push me off, but I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, unbuttoning her blouse with the other. “You wanna act like I don’t exist? Fine. But you’re gonna fucking remember who owns this pussy.”

She gasped as I ripped her bra open, her tits spilling out, nipples already hard. I didn’t waste time—I bent down and sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her whimper. Her hips jerked against me, and I could feel how wet she was already. Fucking liar, pretending she didn’t want this.

I yanked her skirt up, my fingers digging into her thighs as I spread them. No panties. She was dripping, her pussy glistening, and the smell of her arousal hit me like a punch. I groaned, dragging my tongue up her slit in one long, slow lick.

“Fuck!” she hissed, arching off the bed.

I didn’t let up, eating her out like I was starving for her, sucking her clit between my lips while I shoved two fingers inside her tight cunt. She was so wet, her walls clenching around my fingers as I curled them, rough and fast.

“You like that?” I growled against her pussy. “You like me forcing you to feel good?”

She moaned, her thighs shaking, but still fighting me. “Asshole—”

I pulled back, wiping my mouth as I stood. She whimpered at the loss, her chest heaving. “Turn over,” I ordered.

For a second, she hesitated. Then, with a glare, she rolled onto her stomach, pushing her ass up. Fuck, she was perfect. I undid my jeans, my cock springing free, thick and aching. I smacked her ass hard, leaving a red handprint, and she yelped.

“Beg for it,” I said, rubbing the head of my cock against her slick folds.

She bit her lip, but I saw the way her body trembled. “Fuck you,” she whispered.

I smirked and shoved inside her in one brutal thrust, both of us groaning as her tight cunt stretched around me. “Wrong answer.”

I gripped her hips, fucking her deep and hard, my balls slapping against her with every snap of my hips. The bed creaked under us, her tits bouncing as she clutched the sheets. She was so fucking tight, so wet, her pussy milking my cock like she was made for me.

I leaned over her, wrapping a hand in her hair to pull her head back. “Tell me who you belong to.”

She moaned, her walls clenching around me. “You—fuck, you, Manik!”

I slammed into her harder, my cock throbbing. “Damn right.”

Her moans turned into screams as I hammered into her, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing rough circles. I could feel her coming, her cunt spasming around me, and I fucked her through it, not letting up until she was shaking, sobbing my name.

Only then did I let go, pulling out at the last second to stroke myself, spilling hot cum over her ass with a groan.

She collapsed onto the bed, panting, her body still twitching. I smirked, slapping her ass lightly before climbing in beside her.

She turned her head, glaring at me. “You’re still an asshole.”

I kissed her, slow and deep. “And you still love it.”