Priya kept her eyes covered, not wanting to see him naked. She had already seen his dick when he made her perform oral sex on him, but she wasn’t ready to see him fully nude now.
She didn’t want him to see her naked either, but if she had to choose, she would rather undress herself than have him do it.
His argument that it wasn’t a big deal because they would soon be married didn’t convince her.
First of all, they weren’t married yet, and secondly, she had no intention of marrying him. She knew he would force her into it, just like he was pressuring her now.
He was acting as though they were deeply in love and destined to marry, but she wasn’t fooled. She wasn’t naive enough to believe his lies. She understood how people conceived children, but that didn’t mean she would stoop to his shameless behaviour.
“Why are you acting as though you haven’t seen my dick before? It’s not like I haven’t bathed you completely naked before. You were unconscious back then though, still you shouldn’t feel embarrassed,” Priyank said as he sat beside her in the bathroom, his thighs brushing against hers.
His proximity made her heart race as he took her hands and gently removed them from her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Angel. I’m going to undress you,” he said softly as he began unbuttoning her top, stripping it off while Priya squeezed her eyes shut even tighter.
Priyank glanced at her bra, which was still on, supporting her breasts.
‘So big’ He commented in his head about her ample bosom.
He had touched her while she was in a coma, and even on the first day they met when he bathed her. But no matter how many times he had touched her, he still craved more.
Priya’s heart pounded harder as Priyank’s hands moved to unclasp her bra. She felt a surge of panic and disgust at the thought of him seeing her naked, but she was frozen, unable to protest or resist.
As Priyank removed her bra, exposing her bare chest, Priya’s breath caught in her throat. She felt vulnerable and exposed, a feeling she despised.
Priyank’s gaze lingered on her breasts, his expression filled with desire. Priya felt a wave of revulsion wash over her.
She wanted to scream, to push him away, but fear and shock kept her silent and immobile. She felt trapped, helpless against Priyank’s overpowering presence.
Tears welled up in Priya’s eyes as she silently cursed herself for ever getting involved with him.
“Open your eyes!” Priyank ordered, his voice booming with frustration this time.
As he noticed her reluctance, he struggled to contain himself. She had just vomited, and he didn’t want to do anything rash, at least not before their marriage. He wanted to save both their virginities for their wedding night.
Pushing back her tears, Priya reluctantly opened her eyes and kept them fixed on his face, avoiding looking elsewhere. Her feet were already touching his bare thighs, and she didn’t want to touch him or see anything more.
Priya’s body shivered as Priyank’s intense gaze bore into her. She felt a surge of anxiety and discomfort, but she forced herself to remain still, not daring to defy his command.
As Priyank’s hands moved to undo her pants, Priya’s breath caught in her throat. She felt a sense of dread wash over her, knowing what was coming next.
With trembling hands, Priya reached out and grabbed Priyank’s wrists, trying to push him away. “Stop,” she whispered.
“What? You need to wash yourself, Angel. You already smell and I am stinking too,” Priyank pointed out, his hands on her pants.
“I can wash myself. Why are you acting like I don’t have hands?” Priya retorted softly, her eyes still fixed on his face.
“I’m just trying to help,” Priyank chuckled, amused by how intensely she was staring at him without even blinking.
He enjoyed the way she looked into his eyes, but it felt like a waste to have such a hot body when his soon-to-be wife wasn’t even admiring it.
Priya’s frustration grew as Priyank insisted on undressing her.
“I said I can do it myself!” Priya snapped, her voice tinged with irritation. She pushed his hands away and quickly began to undress herself.
Priyank watched her with amusement, his eyes lingering on her body as she stripped off her pants, leaving herself all naked as she was wearing no panty.
She didn’t want to undress, but she also didn’t want him touching her. It was better if she did it herself than letting him handle her like she was some doll.
“Angel, you have such smooth skin,” Priyank commented teasingly, imagining how her soft skin would look adorned with the red hickeys he planned to give her in future. He didn’t mind leaving some bruises too; they would only enhance her beauty.
His marks, his handprints on her body-they would look enticing.
Priya ignored his comment, feeling a shiver of revulsion run down her spine at his words.
She grabbed the hand shower and turned on the water, determined to wash herself, avoiding any contact with him.
As the water cascaded over her body, Priya closed her eyes, trying to block out the intrusive thoughts of Priyank’s possessiveness.
Priyank’s eyes lingered on her wet body as she scrubbed herself vigorously, trying to shield herself from his gaze.
A smirk spread across his lips as he seized her hand holding the hand shower and pulled her closer, causing her to slide nearer to him and the water to splash on him as well.
“I believe you should wash me too, considering you vomited on me. It would be selfish to only clean yourself,” he remarked, his tone tinged with amusement and a hint of superiority.
Priya’s heart sank as Priyank’s words registered in her mind. She felt a surge of anger at his audacity to suggest such a thing.
“No way,” she retorted, her voice trembling with anger. “I’m not washing you. You can do that yourself.”
Priyank’s smirk faltered slightly at her defiance, but he quickly regained his composure.
“Fine,” he replied, his tone masking his disappointment.
‘Did he just agree to my words so easily?’ Priya wondered to herself, surprised by his sudden agreement.
“Ahem.”