Sex was always exquisite—especially when the men in her life took control. There was nothing quite like the feeling of being utterly at their mercy, molded like putty in their hands as they worshipped her, cherished her, and treated her like their most prized possession. No pleasure she had ever known could compare to what they gave her.

Rajni closed her eyes, a sultry moan escaping her lips as Srikant’s rough palm cupped her breast, his fingers kneading with a firm yet possessive touch. At the same time, Ratnesh’s eager tongue explored the heat between her thighs, teasing, tasting, claiming her. One man’s fingers toyed with her hardened nipples, sending shivers through her body, while the other spread her legs wider, his tongue working its sinful magic between them.