Piya slammed the door of her small servant's quarters shut, her back hitting the cold, unyielding wall with a heavy thud. Her chest heaved violently under her ruined blouse, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps that sounded incredibly loud in the dark, cramped room.

The air was suffocatingly hot, but the fire burning inside her skin was entirely out of control. The raw, explicit memory of what she had just witnessed through the crack of the master bedroom door the brutal, rhythmic slamming of Dev's body against Priya, the wet, fleshy sounds of his thick length punishing her mistress, and that terrifying, unyielding eye contact played on a relentless loop behind her closed eyelids.