A Secret Lover? {tag: Nita}

Nero grinned at the sight before him and he walked over to Naveen, gripping his chin as he forced him to look at his sister. Naveen tried to fight him but Nero was too strong and his eyes landed on Nita. His eyes met hers and he looked down at the ground, a defeated look in his eyes. "You're useless to her Naveen. You can never save her..not from her destiny..not from me." He whispered in his ear and released his hold on him.
The man gripped Nita's breast in his grasp and thrust deep into her, hitting her sensitive spot. Her body wiggled beneath him and he grinned, knowing that she was starting to enjoy him. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, breaking her skin just a bit so he could taste her blood. He used his other hand and moved it down between her legs, rubbing her clit with his thumb before pinching it between his fingers.

He ran his tongue over her bleeding lip, letting the taste of her coat his tongue. It didn't take long for him to feel his completion coming and he glanced over at Nero, awaiting further instruction as he continued to thrust into Nita. Nero raised his hand, flashing the man a signal and he grinned. He gripped Nita's hair and thrust into her with more force and at a faster speed until he released his load deep inside of her. Once he was finished, he pulled his member out and shoved her back onto the ground and all the men cheered and applauded. Nero snapped his fingers and the men holding Naveen released him and he fell to the ground in a heap. Naveen groaned and the moment he realized he was free, he scrambled to Nita's side and stripped off his jacket and shirt. He helped Nita sit up a bit and slipped the shirt over her head and let it drape over her body though it just barely covered her waist. Naveen covered her waist with his jacket, fastening it around her waist like a makeshift skirt. Every muscle in his body ached and he felt like he was going to be sick but he kept his focus on hiding her nakedness. "I'm so sorry..I should have stopped him. I'll kill him, I swear..." He growled under his breath, only loud enough for her to hear. She was going to get pregnant from that asshole, yet little did he know, Nero had a plan for that. He had made Nita barren just for a small amount of time so she wouldn't get pregnant but he needed to make a point.

Naveen felt his whole body freeze when she looked away from him, tears falling down her face. Their father had humiliated her in front of everyone and still expected her to be married? He just barely heard the men catcalling her but the moment one of them touched his shoulder, he spun around and kicked the man to the ground. His fists rained down onto his face until the man screamed and Naveen pulled him up to his feet, shoving him into the crowd. "Shut up!" Naveen shouted and the square suddenly went quiet. No one had seen Naveen lash out like that and no one wanted to be on your receiving end of it. "If any one of you come near her again, I will destroy you." He growled and didn't even notice his father smirking in the back. Suddenly, Nero started clapping in the back and he laughed. "Well gentlemen, it looks like we have a challenger." He grinned and walked up to Naveen, patting his cheek mockingly with his hand. Naveen jerked away and narrowed his eyes, glaring at his father. "Tomorrow. At Sun down. Anyone wants her, you have to beat my son." Nero smirked and then rose his hand, dismissing everyone in the square. The men excitedly ran to their homes, talking about how they would win and Naveen was left alone with Nita in the middle of the square.

Naveen flinched when he heard Nita talking to him. He had been so mad that he forgot she was even there. A cold breeze went through the square and he shivered as it hit his bare chest before turning to look at Nita. He shook his head and slipped his arms around her, hoisting her up into his arms. "You absolutely will not. Now come on, we're going home and getting you cleaned up." Naveen frowned and felt a raindrop hit his shoulder. He cursed under his breath and hurried to the house, ignoring the stabbing pains in his chest from his broken ribs. If Nita knew he was hurt, even if it was from before this little event, she would make him slow down. He kicked open the door and carried her to her room. Their father didn't come home...probably out gloating, which was good otherwise Naveen might have done something drastic. "Stay here and I'll draw you a bath." He whispered and set her down on her bed before disappearing into the bathroom. Every muscle was shaking as the event kept playing in his head. A small groan slipped past his lips as he lifted buckets of heated water into the tub, filling it so there was enough water to cover her whole body. Once he was finished, he walked back out into her room and helped her get undressed. He didn't say anything to her. She was already shaken up anyway, she didn't need him getting upset and taking her down with him.

Naveen paused at her words and looked down at her, sadness in his eyes. "No...it doesn't. These men are pigs, they will take anything they want regardless of what you say. But I won't let them anymore." He said the last words with a surprising amount of strength despite the fact that he was worried. Nero must have planned this...knowing that Naveen would come home injured and then to throw Nita in just to upset him. Now he would have to fight all the men in the village just to keep them away from her and he had no plan on letting any of them live. Once she was undressed, he carried her to the bathroom. He didn't trust that she was strong enough yet to move on her own but quite honestly...he was more worried about her trying to harm herself after this. Naveen gently set her in the tub, letting the warm water wash over her. "Do you need help bathing?" His voice was quiet, almost like he was afraid that her hurt her if he spoke too loudly. "I'll buy you a new dress. A better one...I know that was one of your favorites..." Naveen dropped his gaze and frowned as the scene replayed in his head. He hated seeing it. Hated his father, the villagers, everything.

Naveen nodded and rubbed some soap on a damp washcloth. He carefully slid his hand into the water, keeping his gaze focused on his task as he cleaned her. Though at her question, he slowed his motions and glanced down at himself. He had forgotten that he took off his clothes and quite a few bruises were showing on his skin. A large purple one took up his whole right side, easily telling him that it was one of the worst places that he had some broken ribs. A lazily stitched up cut across his upper chest stood out and he frowned. "Father sent me hunting...I could have sworn that I didn't have that many injuries when I went to bed but when I woke up...I had bruises and some broken ribs." He kept his gaze downcast and lifted her arm, letting the soap wash her skin. "Then the villagers in the square did the rest...I really shouldn't have yelled at father like I did but..." He shook his head and ran his hand lightly over her breasts until they were wet and soapy. "I won't let them hurt you. None of them are good enough for you. I'll marry you myself if I have to." Naveen mumbled the last words, mostly to himself. If that's what it took to keep her safe...

He couldn't help the smile that tried to come to his face when she searched his head for signs of a concussion and suddenly pulled back all embarrassed. "It's fine, you're my sister. You're allowed to be worried." Naveen gave her a comforting smile before returning his attention back to his work. As his hands moved over her breasts, he noticed how her nipples stood against her skin and he forced himself to look somewhere else in the water. A part of him wanted to keep looking, to use this chance to explore her but he immediately pushed those thoughts out of his mind. She was his sister. He didn't need to be thinking about her in that way, especially since he was with Aurora anyway. Naveen's motions immediately stopped when he realized what he had said out loud and his cheeks turned slightly red. He hadn't even noticed that he said them until she asked again. After a moment, he looked up at her and cleared his throat. "I uh..I said that I'd marry you myself..if I had to." He looked at her for a moment, suddenly feeling the urge to kiss her but he quickly shook his head and dismissed the thought. "Father did say after all that whoever wanted you and the village had to beat me...If they don't, it'll be you and me running this place. We can get rid of all these scum we call men and make this a better place. And we don't have to get married, because that may be a little weird since, well..Not that I want to offend you or anything. But um..." Naveen's cheeks flushed when he realized he was rambling nervously and cleared his throat. He turned his attention back to cleaning her before he said something offensive to hurt her feelings. His hand moved down to her stomach and then along her thighs when he suddenly paused, realizing what part was left. He hadn't cleaned in between her legs yet and he wasn't so sure that she wanted him touching her there...or if he even wanted to. That was a sensitive place for a woman and he didn't want her to feel embarrassed if she moaned or something as he cleaned her. Naveen slowly pulled his arm out of the water and dried it on a towel. "There's one spot left but I'll let you decide whether you want me to get it or not..." When she gave him a confused look, he shyly gestured to the area between her legs, hoping that she would understand. If she wanted him to, he would but if she didn't, he most certainly wouldn't be offended.