Page 246 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

The rain grew heavier, the winds colder.

His lips moved to my jaw, and my head tilted back in response. Fear and excitement surged through me when his fingers touched my thighs and moved upward between my legs. My breath hitched. I bit my lip, squeezing my eyes shut, heart pounding wildly.

Another bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.“Rudra,” I gasped.

“Hnn-hnnn,” he hummed, sending vibrations through me.

The rain intensified, soaking us completely. My teeth chattered from the cold, and I tried pushing him slightly.

Suddenly, he bit my neck, making me gasp and shiver violently. My head fell back as the feel of his fingers slipping inside me crossed my mind.

I moaned softly as his lips descended to my chest.

“Next time you hit me, I’ll rip your clothes off and make you walk naked back to the chamber,” he growled. His words sent a sharp thrill through my core.

“Are you challenging me?” I asked in a breathless, shaken voice.

“You can try,” he muttered, and his fingers slipped into my core, thrusting slowly. I moved in sync with him, the sensation making my entire body tense and coil.

Rain hit my face in strong, cold droplets, and I was wet, through and through.

I took a deep breath and reached up, slapping his cheek lightly.

He inhaled sharply and straightened up, hands sliding over my chest. Before I could react, he tore my blouse, baring my breasts.

A shock ran through me.“Rudra!” I gasped.

I looked around in panic, trying to see if anyone was nearby, but the pitch-black darkness made everything invisible and scarier.

He pinned both my elbows down and took my nipple into his mouth. My body arched involuntarily. He released one of my hands, only to hike up my skirt.

“Rudra, someone might see!” I protested. Before I could finish, he straightened, grabbed my waist, and turned me onto my stomach.

“You deserve punishment,” he said lowly, pulling his kurta off.

“Are you mad? This isn’t our chamber,” I said, panicking as I felt him removing my blouse entirely.

Rainwater hit my bare back, and his palm pressed me down.“Calm down, Nandani,” he said in a hushed voice.

I closed my eyes. It wasn’t him who scared me; it was the environment—the darkness, the exposure, the risk.

His hand slipped to the hem of my skirt and slowly pulled it down.

I felt utterly timid, completely naked under the rain and on the terrace in the middle of the night. What if someone walks up? Well, this wasn’t even on the list of my wildest dreams.

He cupped my hip, his breath hot on my skin as he bit me softly.

I moaned, fisting my hand on the soaked carpet. It was pouring heavily.

He widened my legs apart, and I buried my face low when he hovered over, his hardness brushing against me. Adjusting my legs even wider, he slowly pushed in from behind.

And a loud cry escaped my lips; I bit down to suppress it.

He filled me completely, and slowly, I lifted my face, propping myself up on my elbows. His hand cupped the back of my neck, angling my head back.

It was insanely sensual as he thrust into me, his lips brushing against mine, and my midriff stretched with tension, adding a sharp edge to everything.

“Good,” he muttered, then placed both palms on either side of my shoulders.

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