Page 7 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

As he untied the knot, it felt like my grip loosened on the last string of sanity I was clinging to. I felt numb, yet every inch of my body felt alive. My knees weakened, so I leaned over to balance on the table.

The curiosity to know what lies ahead kept me on edge, causing me to tilt my head back. The warmth of his cheek against mine made me close my eyes to fully experience it.

Slowly, he let his fingers move the coat, intruding as he circled his arm around my waist. And as I felt his muscular hand around my stomach, I couldn't help the low moan slipping from the back of my throat.

The warmth of his skin soothed me inside out in this biting weather.

Whilst I thought of opening my eyes and looking at him, I felt his hand tugging at the hem of my gown.

Steadily, he slid the gown off my shoulders, letting the loose garment pool at my feet. The cold breeze hit my exposed arms, causing the hair on my skin to stand on end.

He took a step back and held my hand. Looking into my eyes, he earnestly kissed my palms and turned me back towards the mirror.

Standing behind me, he collected all my hair, and I craned my head slightly to the side as he slowly slid it aside on my neck.

With one hand, he held my hair to my right and glided his forefinger on my neck with his other hand. My eyes fluttered closed as I shivered at the dazzling touch.

I saw him slowly leaning into my neck, and an inaudible moan escaped through my parted lips when I felt his lips brushing against my neck. He applied pressure, and the sensational rush made my eyes tear.

It was so beautiful and captivating that I couldn't help but close my eyes and surrender to it.

He continued to kiss the side of my neck, sucking my skin. Once, twice, thrice... a cry of pain slipped from my mouth as the impact became a little harder.

“Rudra…” I mewled, and he moved his lips away from my neck.

A dark red mark formed on my neck, and he slowly mumbled in my ear.“What happens in reality is completely apart from whatyou've learned in your classes.” His deep voice made me lower my gaze as I felt timid.

But the questions arising in my mind urged me to be brave, so I asked him,“What's the difference?” I lifted my gaze, finding his eyes gaping at my neck, and felt his hand skimming my thigh.

He crouched down and sucked on my neck again, a bit harsher, scraping his teeth a little deeper.

A profound shudder passed through my frame when his hand moved along my thigh, inside the inner, oozing my brain, which left me in a breathy mess.

“It is very painful in reality,” he whispered against my ear, and I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensations driving me crazy.

“Very painful?” I asked in a shaky tone, and he nipped my earlobe, whispering,“Very, very, very painful.” I felt as if I had just melted away with the heat as soon as he said that.

His fingers grazed my inner thigh, and I audaciously asked,“How painful is it?”

Slowly his other hand wrapped around my waist, and he sucked on my earlobe, making me tilt my head to the side as I felt his teeth dig over my lobe, biting me, making me whimper,“Aahh…”

“This much,” He described, and I chewed on my lip, opening my eyes to look at him through the mirror. I saw a shallow smile on his face, and he softly cleared,“For the whole night,”

A strong shiver ran down my spine, and my face dropped upon hearing this. He straightened his face to look at me, and I gulped, furrowing my brows, imagining myself moaning with pain for the whole night.

I wondered why no one ever mentioned this to me earlier.

“Will it make me cry harder?” I asked, blinking at him and gulping down my anxiety. He made me face him, shoving me against the dressing table as he gently held my cheek and looked into my eyes.

“No, you will not cry harder…” I felt him breathe against my cheek, planting a kiss, and he wildly said,“You will scream harder, my name,”

I moaned as his lips moved to my jaw and asked curiously,“How are you so sure?” He nipped my jaw and responded,“Everybody knows what they are capable of.” I cupped his cheek and made him look at me.

My lips, desperate to taste his, I requested in a pleading tone,“Kiss me, please.”

He looked into my eyes, gently caressing my lips with his thumb, and gingerly commanded,“Open your mouth.”

I parted my lips as he inched closer. I could feel his lips over mine, but instead, he slipped his thumb inside my mouth, brushing against my teeth. He smiled, and I playfully bit down on his thumb.

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