"Umm" Ishani bit her lips, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. With her hazy gaze, she looked at the man who was giving her something she never expected to get, while taking away something she usually held so dear.

Aryan's eyes met hers, but they quickly drifted down to her lips, which she was biting. Without a second thought, he captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily.

Ishani's fingers dug into his shoulder as she kissed him back with a boldness and skill she never knew she possessed.

Feeling bolder, she pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him with her legs on either side. She pulled off her top, shedding the clothes that felt constricting in her mind.

She placed her hand on his bare chest, gazing at him while licking her lips.

"How can you be so handsome?" she asked, her finger tracing his jawline slowly.

He silently stared at her, his gaze dropping to her bra. In the next moment, he flipped their positions, leaving Ishani lying beneath him with a wide, mischievous grin, as if she knew exactly what was about to happen next.

"If I say one of my wildest dreams is to get shamelessly intimate in various positions, do you think we can make that happen?" She said, her finger tracing his jawline, trying to memorize his features through her tipsy haze.

"That depends on what you can handle," Aryan replied, his hand resting on her waist. She smirked, teasingly sliding her bra strap down.

"I hope you can give me more than I can handle," she winked, pulling him in for a kiss. Her body arched up as Aryan pressed his knees between her legs, one hand cupping her breast.

As they continued, his mouth found her nipple, and she gripped the bedsheet, lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

His fingers tugged down her already ruined panties. Once they were out of the way, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her for a long ten minutes. When Ishani felt his gaze on such an intimate part of her, she shyly tried to close her legs and sit up, but Aryan's hand gripped her thighs firmly.

"Do you want to stop?" he asked in a serious tone, as if all the alcohol had left his system and his clear mind was now in control of his actions.

Ishani shook her head. Her mind was starting to clear from the alcohol, but they were too deep into this to back out now. Her throbbing core craved attention. Since he had already touched her through her panties, she had no desire to halt what was unfolding.

Aryan hovered over her, coming to eye level. His thumb brushed against her lips as he asked again, "Do you want to stop?" in a husky tone.

"Now's not the time to be shy. You've spent your whole life being shy and missing out on opportunities; I'm not letting that happen now, I need this to happen for myself." she shouted in her mind. Instead of answering, she leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away, gripping her chin tightly.

"Answer me."

His tone had an effect on her. She tried to press her knees together, but his knees were firmly in between, preventing her from doing so.

"Yes or no?" he asked again, his voice softening, giving her the option to stop everything.

"No."

Aryan smirked and stepped back to take off his clothes.

Her gaze was fixed on him as he unbuckled his belt. She swallowed hard, finding him even hotter than when she first laid eyes on him.

Shamelessly, her eyes were glued to his completely naked body.

Before she could take her time admiring him like he did with her, he hovered over her, gripping both of her wrists in one hand as he entered her.

"AHHHHH" she screamed, not in pleasure, but purely in pain.

Tears filled her eyes instantly, and it didn't take long for her to start crying. Her fingers curled into fists.

Aryan looked at her with a confused expression that quickly turned to concern. Instead of pulling out, he began to rub her sides gently.

"Shh, first time?" he asked. She looked away instead of responding.

His hand slapped her hips, making her look at him with tear-filled eyes.

"Answer?"

"No... we didn't do much foreplay," she muttered.

"Good," he replied, catching her in a lie. His movements became softer and calmer than before.

"So, still up for a different position?" he teased. She nodded with determination.

"Let's see."

With that, he slowly started moving, and soon her painful screams turned into moans of pleasure. Her eyes wandered from his face to the room around them, finally landing on the hidden camera.

She deliberately screamed in pain, keeping her eyes half-open to appear more intoxicated than she already was.

"We should stop," Aryan muttered, pulling out, but she held onto his shoulder.

"Position," she whispered. Despite the alcohol, he chuckled at her audacity.

"No," he whispered back, and she dug her fingers into his shoulder, grateful that he had said that softly.

He began to stand up, but she wrapped her legs around his waist. His steps faltered, and his hand went into her hair as a smirk played on her lips, knowing how this must have looked on camera.

She stood up and turned, but Aryan's hands quickly covered her eyes. His gaze shifted from the bloodstain on the bed to her.

"Damn," He felt his other hand resting on her lower waist while he kept s

taring at the stained bedsheet.

"Let's wrap up this night, Pumpkin."

"Pumpkin?"