Page 76 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

He tugged my nub into his mouth and kept sucking on it, not leaving me until I finally had my release. It felt like an explosion, which left me hazy by the end and caused my hands to drop to either side.

Kissing the inside of my thigh softly, he moved his face upward. I was breathless, huffing for air, and looked at his tousled hair, which fell over his forehead. His lips darkened and glistened with saliva, and I bit my lower lip when my eyes met his.

The smirk on his lips revealed his satisfaction as he looked at my state.

“You know nothing of seduction, little wife,” he said, hovering over me. I did not know why, but all my intelligence, learnings, and everything I knew were inadequate when he was in the picture.

I stared blankly into his eyes when he brushed my chin with histhumb and examined my face.

He pinned both my hands over my head and leaned into the side of my neck. I could feel his body weight over me when his lips grazed my collarbones, and he nibbled on my skin. It was slow at the beginning, but it became harsher.

“Rudra, please… I don't want to embarrass myself anymore,” I mewled. However, he deepened the assault on my neck. I could feel that he was creating marks on my skin.

“Aahh….” I moaned lightly, and he sat on his knees. Bringing his hands closer, he clasped my neck and caressed the side of my collarbone.

Never in my whole life had I seen such thirst on his face. It was raw and intense. His lips were swollen, and when he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbed, which made my insides flip.

I quavered under his unwavering gaze, one with a profound look in his eyes.

He balled the fabric of my cotton inner and suddenly, tore it apart. My breath stopped short, making me lie frozen under him.

Staring at my exposed chest, he brought his hand slowly closer and delicately brushed the back of his palm on my midriff.

He looked at my naked figure so vehemently, like he was reading every minor detail passionately, making me feel even more aroused. He closed his eyes for a moment, gulping sharply.

“Rudra,” I whispered to call him, and he moved his finger over my erect bud, striking it with his thumb.

“You are my death note from hell,” He muttered. Leaning down, he kissed his way across the valley of my breasts and sucked over my chest harshly, leaving a dark red bruise. I inhaled a deep breath; it felt strangely right.

Suddenly, he stopped and placed his forehead against my chest, exhaling heavily. I saw him latching onto the bed sheet beside my head, making his veins prominent in his arms.

“Rudra,” I called slowly, and he inhaled a deep breath. A guttural groan left his mouth.

“Damn it!” He raised his eyes to look at me, and his face changed like a cold wave had swept over him. He got off the bed and marched out of the chamber.

“Rudra,” I sat on the bed and called him, but he just disappeared. I blinked, not understanding what had just happened.

Something was wrong. I could feel it, and I could see it on his face. And it didn't seem like the usual wrong, related to his uncle or anything, but something else.

I calmed myself down and got down on the bed, and the moment I did, my legs felt weak, trembling slightly. It was throbbing down there; I could still feel his lips.

Quickly changing into a lehenga, I took the comforters and went to the courtyard.

I found him there, lying on the mat, staring into nothingness. He didn't look at me once. When I walked near him, he closed his eyes.

“I hate you, Rudra. You are a monster,” I muttered, and he opened his eyes, turning them toward me. He stretched his hand out to me, and I looked at it, puzzled. He pulled me by my wrist, and I fell beside him.

Covering both of us with the comforters, I closed my eyes.

“Is there something that I should knowabout you?” I asked.

?? ? ? ?

? Rudra ?

Her question made me nervous, unsettling my insides.

I exhaled softly, suppressing my restlessness, and cradled her in my embrace, my arm encompassing her waist.“I don't think so,” I murmured, and she frowned at me suspiciously, as if what I had just said wasn’t credible to her.

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