Page 200 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

He took a deep breath.“And be happy,”

I laughed bitterly, a tear escaping from my eyes.“Be happy,” I repeated, almost mockingly.

The silence that followed stretched heavily between us. Then itbroke, and with it, so did I.

“You know what? Neither of you cares about my happiness, not even a little. You both think I’m a child who doesn’t know what she wants. You decided I shouldn’t marry the old King, he decided I shouldn’t marry you, and now you’ve both decided I should pretend nothing happened and go home. If either of you had truly cared, you wouldn’t have done what you did, or what you're still doing,” I exclaimed.

His jaw clenched.“So, what do you want?” he snapped.“Do you want me to declare war? To say, No, Abhinandan, I will not let your sister go. She is mine and she will stay with me?”

My nostrils flared.“No, Rudra. You could’ve just said it’s Nandani’s decision. Or maybe he could have come here if he wanted to meet me! Why does it always have to be me? Why do women always have to be the ones to make everything right?”

He grabbed my waist, pulling me close.“This isn’t about men or women, Nandani,” he said, voice low and full of heat.“I’m sacrificing too. I’m sending away my heart and soul with you. Why can’t you see that?”

Our eyes locked, flashing extreme anger, but more than that, longing. A deep, helpless yearning. I inhaled shakily, my heart pounding as we stood there, burning with everything unsaid.

And then... I looked at him, intentionally, into his eyes. My gaze softened, my lips quivered as they parted ever so slightly, and I let myself catch my breath. Slowly, I dropped my gaze to his lips, once, twice, then off to the side, pretending to resist, making sure he understood what I was yearning for. But the third time I looked into his eyes, he pulled me closer as he saw it. He knew.

“You little seductress,” he growled before crashing his lips to mine, clutching onto my nape.

A smile flickered on my lips as his urgency consumed me. The kiss turned desperate, tenderness swallowed by need. I melted into him, my entire body aching with desire.

“Take me now... I don’t want to wait,” I whispered between our kisses.

He paused, warning in his eyes.“It’ll hurt,”

But I pushed him gently back into the chair, breathless and bold.“Nothing will hurt more than being away from you,” I said, voice shaking. Things shifted quickly from pure emotions to lust for each other.

He looked at me, stunned by my determination as I skimmed his lower cotton cloth away. My sight fell on his strong bulge, and I gulped, lifting my gaze from there to his eyes to see if there was any sign of offence. But he spat in his hand, lubing himself to make it easy for me. My heartbeat quickened as I slowly pulled my skirt up and walked toward him.

“Are you sure, little bird?”

I nodded.“I want to remember this. I want to feel like yours. Even if just for now,”

“Yes, I want to feel you for a week, or at least until you come back and make me feel you again,” I said boldly.

He smirked slightly, his hand slipping around my waist to guide me to him.“Careful what you ask for, little wife,” he said, while I settled myself on his thighs, parting my legs.

My feet barely touched the ground as I straddled him, his warmth surrounding me. His touch was reverent, his eyes searching mine again.“It’ll still hurt,”

Inhaled deeply, touching his face.“This pain... I can take it. Because it’s from you,”

He cupped my cheek and leaned in.“And what if I can’t control myself this time?”

His words made my insides churn. Drawing a deep breath, I moved over his shaft, stroking it with my motions.

“Then don’t. Just do me as you like,” I whispered.

His lips met mine again, firmly pulling my hips against his. And I gasped in his mouth as I felt his shaft touching my core. I held it, trying to push myself against it. He held my hips, hoisting me up slightly, and made me move against him, which made him enter me.

My head inclined back as I felt a sharp, rough pain shoot through my body.

“Aaahhhhhh,” a cry slipped off my lips. He bounced me up and down, pushing my limits, and tears filled my eyes.

My mouth parted, brows knitted together, and lashes fluttered senselessly as delicious torment waved throughout my body.

He looked into my tearful eyes and smirked lightly.“Awww, my strong bird,”

He held my wrist and moved my palm from his shaft to his shoulder to wound my arms around him.

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