In the heart of the night, the grand mansion was silent, save for the muffled sounds of a distant party. Harsh, a man of rugged features and a commanding presence, found himself in the dimly lit bridal chamber, his new wife, Neha, standing before him. The forced marriage had been a political move, but Harsh was determined to make the best of it.

Neha, a woman of striking beauty and fierce independence, stood defiantly, her dark eyes challenging him. She wore a traditional red saree, her curves accentuated by the soft fabric. Harsh could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his desire for her burning like a wildfire.

Without a word, he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He could see the fear and anger in her gaze, but also a spark of curiosity. He reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing her lower lip. She stiffened but didn't pull away.

"You're mine now," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "And I'm going to make you scream my name."

Before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She resisted at first, but soon, she was kissing him back, her hands gripping his shirt. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. He gripped her saree, pulling it off in one swift motion. She gasped, her body exposed to him. He drank in the sight of her, his eyes roaming over her perfect breasts, her flat stomach, and her toned legs.

He slapped her, the sound echoing in the room. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock. He smirked, enjoying the sight of her flushed cheeks. He slapped her again, harder this time, his handprint appearing on her pale skin.

She glared at him, her eyes filled with anger. "You bastard," she hissed, her voice filled with venom.

He chuckled, his hands roaming over her body. "That's right," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm a bastard, and I'm going to fuck you like one."

He pushed her onto the bed, his body covering hers. She struggled, but he held her down, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You're going to enjoy this," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "I promise you that."

He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips leaving a burning path on her skin. He reached her breasts, his tongue flicking over her nipple. She gasped, her body arching towards him. He chuckled, his hand squeezing her other breast.

He continued his descent, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He reached her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button. She squirmed, her breath hitching. He smirked, his hands gripping her hips.

He reached her pussy, his fingers tracing her wet folds. She gasped, her body trembling. He chuckled, his fingers teasing her clit. She moaned, her body arching towards him.

He leaned in, his tongue replacing his fingers. She gasped, her body trembling. He chuckled, his tongue delving deeper. She moaned, her hands gripping his hair.

He continued his assault, his tongue exploring every inch of her. She moaned, her body trembling. He could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. He smirked, his tongue working faster.

She came, her body convulsing. He chuckled, his tongue lapping up her juices. She gasped, her body trembling. He smirked, his fingers tracing her wet folds.

He positioned himself between her legs, his dick pressing against her entrance. She gasped, her eyes meeting his. He smirked, his dick pushing into her. She moaned, her body arching towards him.

He started to move, his dick sliding in and out of her. She moaned, her body trembling. He smirked, his pace increasing. She gasped, her body meeting his thrusts.

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers. She moaned, her body trembling. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing. He broke the kiss, his eyes meeting hers.

He came, his body convulsing. She gasped, her body trembling. He smirked, his dick still buried inside her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"That was just the beginning," he whispered, his voice filled with promise. "I'm going to make you scream my name all night."

She glared at him, her eyes filled with anger. But he could see the spark of desire in her gaze. He chuckled, his hands roaming over her body. He was going to enjoy this night.

In the end, Neha realized that Harsh was a man of his word. He made her scream his name all night, their bodies entwined in a passionate dance. She hated him for what he did, but she couldn't deny the pleasure he gave her. It was a toxic relationship, but it was theirs.