Ananya cleaned the rug with her tongue until the taste of him coated every part of her mouth.

When she finished, Rajendra simply pointed toward the stairs. She rose on shaking legs and walked upstairs naked, thighs sticky, cunt still softly leaking. In the bathroom she showered only as long as necessary—enough to stop the visible dripping, not enough to feel clean. The hot water ran over the faint bruises his fingers had left on her hips and the tender, swollen flesh between her legs. She did not touch herself. She already knew her body no longer belonged to her in that way.