Page 68 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“What is it?” He asked.

“You'll let me…” Breathing heavily, I added,“...kiss you on your jaw,”

“Just kiss?” He asked huskily, his eyes lingered on my lips.

I narrowed the distance between our faces and saw him closing his eyes. Parting my lips, I slowly landed them on his.

He wanted me to lead the kiss, yet his clasp on my waist and hold on my neck told me who was in control.

I shut my eyes, feeling the undeniable heat building between us, slowly luring us into its spark. I pressed my lips to his in a gentle peck.

We, breathing in each other’s air, the cold touch of his soft lips over mine, like his magical, magnetic force, was pulling me. It all felt so sensual, I could feel the moistness erupting down there, which made me press my thighs.

“I’m aroused….” I whispered over his mouth, my breathing uneven.“For you,” and as soon as that, he crashed his lips onto mine in a fiery kiss, eagerly moving his tongue along my lips.

My heart raced with the sudden shift in pace.“Please touch me, Rudra,” I moved slightly away and purred over his mouth. He tightened his grip on my neck, earning a loud moan from me.“Ahhhhh….”

Drawing my face closer to him, he sucked on my lipspassionately, intensely, teasing me with slow and steady tugs, making my stomach roll over.

Pulling away, he looked into my eyes and rubbed up my swollen lips with his thumb and said,“Like a good girl, show me how you touch yourself.”

He was such a sly monster. The game I thought I was playing was actually led by him and won. He wasn’t being seduced by me; he was seducing me.

His demanding tone stirred my insides, and I blinked rapidly, because our conversation left me feeling hot and timid.

“I don’t touch myself; I never did,” My voice came out airy for the way I was quivering in his hold.

He placed his lips on my cheek, letting them linger there. Moving closer to my ear, he muttered,“Wait for me tonight.” As he moved back, he looked into my eyes and added,“I want to see how you want me to touch you. I’m terrible at it. So you’ll teach me, right, my little seductress?” I shut my eyes, deeply affected by his deep voice.

“Ranaji,” I shivered and abruptly got up from his lap, hearing an attendee's voice. But he yanked me back onto his lap and asked the attendee,“Yes.” His eyes, not leaving mine, made my heart pound insanely, getting over his wild words he just said.

“Ranaji, Lady Chandramukhi is waiting to meet you,” she informed him, and his face distorted.

“Maasimaa40?” he mumbled under his breath, squinting his brows.“Alright, I'm coming,” he told her, looking at me. He was about to get me off his lap, but before he could, I held his face and leaned into his neck.

Inhaling a sharp breath, I whispered,“You promised me you'd let me kiss you on your jaw,” I reminded him and pressed my lips under his jaw.

Sensing no disapproval, I drifted my lips to his neck and deepened the kiss.

“Nandani,” He groaned my name, wrapping my nape, but I deepened the pressure of my lips and bit on his skin, not caring if his finger would choke me to death.

Moving my face back, I looked at a fresh bruise about to darken on his skin to a bright red shade. I gently pecked him there and looked at him.

“You really think I would've left you so easily had you left amark on me?” I smiled and stood up from his lap. He dashed toward the mirror and checked his neck in the reflection.

“I hate you, Nandani,” He said, looking at me through the mirror. I smirked and said,“I hate you, too, Ranaji.” He tried to rub his neck, as if doing so would manage to vanish the mark, making me snort.

“You little creature, I'll see you tonight,” He said, turning around, and I stuck my tongue out.

He went behind the room divider to put on fresh clothes. I saw him running his fingers through his hair as he walked out after getting dressed.

“You should join me to meet Maasimaa. She is like my mother,” He said, and I remembered what my mother told me about Chandramukhi and how she tried to trick my father into breaking their marriage.

“Sure,” I nodded and joined him in the guest chamber of the main palace.

I found her sitting on the couch. Tied into a braid, her lengthy hair rested neatly at her side.

“Maasimaa,” Rudra called, lurching near her.

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