The next day dragged like a hot iron across Priya’s skin. Every move reminded her of Dev. Her knees were scabbed from the rough stones of the stepwell. Between her legs her pussy felt sore, swollen, but still hungry. Walking to the field, she felt cum and her own juices dried on her inner thighs. She didn’t wash it off. She liked the dirty secret sticking to her.

Her father noticed she was quiet. “You look sick,” he grunted over morning chai. Priya shook her head, kept her eyes down. The bite mark on her neck was hidden under her pallu, but it throbbed when she swallowed. She could still taste Dev’s cum on her tongue from last night.