Take it, you fucking slut. You love this, don’t you? His voice was a low growl against my ear, his hips hammering into mine with a relentless, punishing rhythm. My back was against his apartment door, my silk sari bunched up at my waist. I could only whimper in response, my nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. How did I get here? * Moving to America was the fulfillment of a lifelong dream, a journey paved...