Nandini was making her way to Malhotra mansion.

She was currently sobbing her eyes out— because dhruv had cheated on her with some random girl. They had been together for years and he decided to cheat on her for a one night stand because Nandini was studying.

She was an eighteen year old, so close to graduating and not once had she failed a single assignment. But she still made time for her boyfriend— and she had just caught them cheating. But Dhruv ran to his mansion like he always does— it's the main reason why she was debating on turning around right this second.

But she was already on the pavement, walking towards the house. She wasn't exactly sure Dhruv was here, but she had to check. She had to get her things she left here anyways— but she was terrified of Mr. Malhotra.

He was so rude to her— so harsh on the things he said to her and Nandini was a small, sensitive girl. She would never be on the verge of tears— but this time she didn't think she could handle his rude mouth. Her eyes were puffy and her nose and cheeks were as red as a strawberry. It was clear as day that she'd been crying, but it didn't matter because she knew Mr. Malhotra wouldn't care.

But her heart was shattered.

Her she Dhruv did everything together— the whole college knew they were dating. And that's the thing that broke her heart even more was that the girl he slept with knew he had a girlfriend. But obviously none of them cared, because if Dhruv cared even the slightest he wouldn't have even thought about it.

Her eyes kept welling up with tears she didn't even think she had anymore, and she opened the door to Malhotra Mansion, being here many times she didn't think she needed to knock. It was empty inside the main foyer, except for some servants that were working.

"Dh—Dhruv?" She called her softly, her voice breaking so much she didn't think she could keep herself from balling her eyes out.

His bedroom was the first place she suggested in checking, so she walked up the stairs, only to be met with a hard chest. And she nearly would've stumbled off the stair case if she hadn't been stabilized by two strong hands gripping her waist and pulling her up.

Mint and cologne filled her senses— and her face paled. She knew who she'd ran into, because Dhruv didn't smell like this.. his father did.

"Mr. M—Malhotra I'm so—."

"He's not here right now." Mr. Malhotra told her, before she lifted her head and looked at him in the eyes. He clearly saw how she was crying and she could've sworn his face softened for a split second. "Shouldn't you be in school too? As far as I'm concerned that's where my son is."

Nandini tried to ignore his hand still on her waist, firm and it held a sense of comfort that told her he wasn't going to let go. "I came here to get my things— I won't be long."

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Are you implying your not with my son anymore?" He did it out of impulse— but his grip tightened on the girl in front of him. "Why are you crying."

It was more of a demand— but hearing his voice ask her why she had just been crying, made a little heartbeat grow between her legs. Because he was definitely attractive to her, and the thought of him caring about her made her fantasize about it.

She was only wearing a white blouse that was skin tight and a small school skirt. It was quite hard to ignore the growing bulge in his pants because she was so short compared to him that if she was a foot small it would be right in her face.

"He cheated— on me." She stammered out, staring into his eyes. "So I'm coming here to get my stuff—."

He leaned down and connected their lips.

It surprised her to say the least, but she didn't pull back. She kissed him back, tasting the faint hint of mint and sinking into his touch. His hands had pulled her body closer to his, and she couldn't lie, she didn't understand why he was kissing her but she definitely wasn't complaining.

His hands traveled down under her skirt, gripping her ass cheeks while her back arched into his chest due to him having to lean down. "My son never deserved you—." He mumbled into the kiss, making butterflies erupt into her stomach.

Manik gripped the back of her thighs, his brown hair brushing over her forehead due to being messy. He pulled her body upwards, her thighs wrapping around his torso and his feet carried them up the stairs.

"Tell me, Nandini." He groaned into the kiss, "Tell me if you want more. I'll give it to you—."

"I want more, Mr. Malhotra," she bit his bottom lip, a small whimper leaving her mouth as he gripped her ass in his large hands.

He brought her into his work office, and sat down in his chair while she straddled his lap. Nandini could feel the bulge in his Pants pressed against her heat— she was only wearing a thin, red laced thong. But she couldn't wait any longer, so she started to unhook her blouse herself.

He slapped her hands away.

"I'm the only one who can undress you," he aggressively tore her blouse off, making her gasp into their kiss.

His hands traveled to unhook her bra, and tossed it onto the floor causing her to let out a moan once he gripped her bare breasts in his hands. She slid her tongue into his mouth, moving her mouth against his and neither of them could wait any longer.

"Mr. Malhotra please—."

"It's Manik, Darling." He disconnected their lips and started take off his shirt.

He tossed it into the pile of clothes, before her bare hands ran across his chest. She'd always wanted to touch him— always wanted to be in this position. He lifted her up with one of his hands, using no effort at all and used his other hand to pull his pants and trousers down.

Her eyes widened when she saw how big he was.

But he didn't focus on that, he set her back down on his thighs and worked with her skirt, not caring about it and ripping the material in half, throwing it behind him. His eyes were filled with lust— she could see it, and it only made her throb increase more.

The last thing he'd ripped was her underwear before lifting her up, and aligning at her entrance. "So perfect," he whispered as he guided her down onto his length, stretching her out and making a loud moan escape her lips.

He thrusted inside of her underneath, one hand on her ass balancing her and the other one now on her throat, giving her a perfect necklace with his hands. Her face twisted in pleasure as he pumped inside of her again, going deeper with every thrust and letting her adjust to his cock.

She'd never felt anything this big— Dhruv was only 5 inches. And Manik had to at least he 10 inches, if not 11.

"Fuck Manik—." She let out another satisfied moan, her hands going to his shoulders and he tried to control his breathing.

Because Manik hadn't had any action since his ex wife cheated on him. So to have her walls wrapped around his cock like they were, felt like such a sensation that was driving him crazy. He continued to pound inside of her, her body slightly moving along with his dick making her breasts bounce.

It only turned him on more— to see her body. "Look at you," he praised her, slapping her ass making her release another moan. "Taking my cock like a Good Little Girl."

His words were the main reason her knot came into her senses, feeling it grow bigger. She was convinced that he could've turned her on just by his words, because the way he said them made her want to get on her knees right that second.

Nandini's breathing was heavy, her chest tightening at how much pleasure she was gaining. His cock stretched her, filled her up to its brim of an extent and made tears form in her eyes.

"So tight," he completely lost himself, taking both of her ass cheeks in his large hands and started to slam himself inside of her, making her moan with pure bliss. "I need you to cum, Nandini. Cum like the little Fucking Slut you are."

Her walls finally tightened, her pussy pulsating and a loud shattered moan escaped her lips as she buried her face into his neck, one hand reaching down to her clit and rubbing it in rough circles. Sweat was covering her body as she felt her orgasm wash over her.

He gave her a few more hard thrusts and pushed inside of her harshly, releasing his hot seed deep inside of her core. She whimpered due to her now being sensitive, but the feeling of his cum inside of her made her want to moan again.

"Fuck," Manik panted, not pulling out of her and trying to catch his breath. She raised her head off his chest, smiling down at him while he went to cup her face.

"That was— amazing." She whispered, out of breath and trying regain control of her senses.

"Round two?" Manik asked her, a smirk forming on his lips.

"What. The. Fuck." Dhruv stood at the door.

Nandini made a move to cover her body, and Manik grabbed his suit jacket to wrap around her small figure. Nandini was speechless— she didn't know what to say or do.

Because Dhruv had cheated on her— but she just fucked his father.

Apart of her felt proud, proud that Dhruv could see her right now, on his father's lap and his erection begging for another releases. Proud that he felt a jab of pain to see his now ex girlfriend in his fathers lap while they both lay naked beneath the jacket suit that covered her body which was covering his.

She wanted him to hurt— because she was hurt. Hearing about Dhruv cheating on her was like a jab of pain to her heart, because at first she didn't believe the rumors. But then she asked him about it, and his back straitened, muscles tensed and his feet shifted on the floor. His breath got heavier, his voice was shuddering in his throat and he tried to tell her it didn't mean anything but that was all she needed to hear for her heart to completely shatter.

So she didn't feel bad about having sex with Manik.

"Are you fucking kidding me—?"

"No." Nandini stated, cutting him off sharply as she tightened her tiny fists on Manik's shoulders. "You cheated on me— and it just.. happened."

"She didn't mean anything, Nandini!" Dhruv shouted, pulling at the roots of his hair. "You just slept with my Father."

"You either watch," she started to lift her hips, taking Manik's cock in her hands and watching both of the Malhotra's eyes widen. "Or go away."

Dhruv rubbed his eyes before immediately leaving the room, shutting the door and Nandini sunk down on Manik's cock while they both let out a groan of pleasure.

His hands gripped her hips, the cold feeling of his skin on hers as he pushed her down further sent chills down her spine. She leaned off of his chest, the jacket suit falling off of her and she rolled her hips into his while her hands pressed against his chest in a soft manner.

"Fuck Nandini— You don't know what you do to me," he rasped out, before grabbing her body and staying inside of her but pushing everything off his desk and laying her down. "I'm going to ruin your tight little cunt."

He slapped her clit before positioning himself over her body, his cock thrusting into her at a slow pace that was driving her insane. He leaned on his hands, that were on both sides of her body before he started to increase his speed, causing her to let out multiple moans.

Her hands grasped onto the desk, her curly brown hair sprawled out on the wooden space and her lips were swollen from kissing him so hard earlier. Their breathing was already unstable and now it only increased as he continued to pound into her, her body going accordingly with his movements and her mouth was gaped open while he had full access to her entire body.

He took the opportunity to grip her mouth with one of his hands, making her look at him as he spit down her throat, causing another whimper to escape her lips.

"Moan as loud as you can," he groaned out, feeling her walls fit his cock like a glove. "Because no matter what you think, you were always mine."

Her body was full of sweat, her cheeks growing hot and adding a pink tint to them as he began to slide in deeper with every thrust his gave into her core. She tried to focus on anything else besides the pressure building up inside of her lower abdomen, her pussy throbbing.

"All those times you came for dinner," her pushed his hips to hers, now balls deep inside of her and she let out a loud moan that she couldn't contain. "I never stopped looking at you."

Her hands were now gripping his shoulders, pressing into them with her fingernails, hard enough to draw blood but he didn't care. He only continued to slam into her entrance, their previous cum making it easier for him to slip in and out.

"All those times you showed up— wearing skirts and I didn't— couldn't stop looking at you," he knew she was about to cum, so he increased his speed even more as his hands flexed on the desk, trying to keep himself composed. "I was marking you, whether you knew it or not. Now cum on my fucking cock, right now, Love." 

She let out a shattered moan, her walls tightening and making it nearly impossible for Manik to keep fucking her but she did, and pulled his body towards her while thrusted one more time and released inside of her while they came together. The sound that left Manik's lips left him shocked himself, but he didn't care because she felt amazing.

He pulled out of her gently while he fucked her through their high, and rested his forehead on hers while he tried to catch his breath. Her legs were shaking, her body was hot and right now all she wanted to do was be in cold air.

"You're okay, Darling." He slid his hands underneath her, picking her up and carrying her back to the chair so she could rest on his chest.

"Manik," she weakly spoke to him, her head not daring to come up off his chest. He gave her a sense of comfort she didn't find anywhere else— not even Dhruv. "I have to get back to school. I don't— want to go."

He stroked her head gently, "I'll take you back, but for now let's get you cleaned up and something to eat."

It was at least 5:30 by now, after they had fucked twice she felt like two hours had went by. But she let him carry her to the desk again, sitting her down and grabbing his shirt while cleaning her up. He wiped her clean, before he did the same with himself and he didn't hesitate to grab a pair of his clothes that he kept in his office, handing them to her because he had ripped hers.

She slipped into the big T—shirt and Sweatpants, while he got dressed too.

"Thank you— and I'm sorry.." she mumbled out of shame, looking down. "I feel like I used you and you don't deserve to be used—."

"You were worth being used for."