Page 152 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“You’ll pay for this,” I warned, voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

I turned sharply on my heel and stormed out of the dining hall, fuming. My breath came in short bursts as I headed toward the corridor that led to my chamber.

But before I could take another step, a strong hand caught my wrist.

“Rudra—!” I gasped.

He pulled me into my chamber in one swift motion, and the heavy thud of the door shutting behind us echoed through the hallway.

My eyes widened as I looked at him, only to realise he had me pinned against the door. Before I could make sense of it, he stepped closer, his gaze burning into mine.

“What—?” I barely managed to ask, but the words died on my lips when I saw him suddenly drop to his knees.

“Rudra,” I gasped, my voice catching in my throat as he urgently lifted my skirt.

A flicker of protest sparked in my mind, the memory of him mocking me earlier still fresh, but it vanished the moment his mouth found my core.

My back hit the door, and fingers instinctively fisted in his hair, and my other hand clutched the fabric over his shoulder, trying to anchor myself as wave after wave of sensation surged through me.

He sucked with raw hunger, with a desperation that ignited something just as wild within me, making me roll my eyes.

“Ahhhhhh,” I moaned, my voice trembling.

He then, without warning, lifted one of my legs and hooked it over his arm, opening me further. As he edged even closer, I stretched instinctively, the position forcing me onto the tips of my left toes. My entire body felt weightless, trembling with overwhelming intensity.

“Ahhhhhh, Rudra,” I cried out, shivers running through me like currents.

My hand scrambled for the door’s lock, anything to hold on to, to keep myself straight, though it felt impossible. My dupatta slipped off my head and shoulders. My bun loosened, strands of hair clinging to the sheen of sweat forming on my forehead.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” The moans kept slipping out, helpless and breathless, as he kept sucking me—rough and passionate. My knees weakened beneath the force of pleasure, my muscles quivering uncontrollably.

“Rudraaaa...” I whispered his name, barely able to hold myself up.

And suddenly, I felt his palm press firmly against my chest, holding me in place against the door. My hand instinctively gripped over his, my breath catching when he grabbed my blouse,fisting the fabric tightly, clutching both the upper hem and the one wrapped around my midriff in one urgent hold.

“Ahhhhnnnnnnhhhhhhh,” a louder moan escaped my lips as my entire body shuddered. I felt the slickness of arousal spreading between my thighs, dampening my skin with heat and wetness.

“Ahhhh…” My eyes fluttered shut, my head angled back.

I panted hard, trying to calm my breathing, but it was impossible.

When he finally pulled back, I saw his lips glistening, and my knees nearly gave out beneath me. I slowly lowered my foot back to the floor, but it barely supported me. My heart was pounding against my ribs, my legs trembling uncontrollably.

His hand slid from my blouse to the sides of my waist, pulling me even closer. I stared at him, dazed, breathless, and utterly overwhelmed by the chaos he’d stirred within me.

He leaned in again, his tongue dragging a slow, tantalising line from my navel up to my midriff. A violent shiver raced down my spine.

“I was wondering…” he murmured, voice low and husky,“how would it feel to kiss and suck every inch of your body until your‘No’turns into a‘Yes’?”

Just the thought alone sent goosebumps trailing across every inch of my skin.

“What?” I barely managed to ask, and he just smiled, watching me come undone.

My entire body was trembling, my breaths coming in quick, my heart felt like it would leap out of my chest, as if I had run miles.

I didn’t know how, but I was getting dangerously drawn to him. So much that everything else around me had started to blur, fading into irrelevance.

It was reckless, yet thrilling.

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