Page 82 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

My heart just dropped in my stomach hearing those words, yet I shook my head.“No,”

Pressing his forehead against mine, he pulled the dupatta off my head from behind and said,“Nandani, strip, if you don't want me ripping your clothes off.”

My heart pounded at his words, but I kept my courage intact and retorted to his statement,“If you want me to strip, you will strip, too.”

He clutched my neck and breathed near my ear,“I'm warning you one last time, little wife. Don't make me tear apart every piece of these clothes and have you begging me to get dressed again.” His wild breaths turned me weak on my knees, and the tinge of intimidation in his tone churned my insides.

My heightened emotions weighed my lashes down, making me close my eyes in the moment’s relish.

Inhaling heavily, I opened my eyes again. Looking at him, I shook my head and muttered in a low voice,“Do whatever you want, Ranaji, but I won't let you go through this anymore. You’re proficient and can do anything with your expertise and capabilities. You don't need to follow these unnecessary, superstitious beliefs,” I explained, but he tightened his grip around my neck, making me part my lips.

He was angry and could’ve stripped me naked with the rage flaming in his eyes, yet at the moment, I didn't know what I was anticipating.

I should've been scared, but I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. And when his eyes fell to my heaving chest, it felt as if my heart were clawing its way out.

My nipples perked up the moment his eyes dropped over my breasts, and the plain cotton blouse did no justice to conceal my erect buds.

“Not necessarily everything you believe unnecessary is unnecessary, little princess,” he bitterly remarked.

Leaning closer, he grabbed the dagger from the table, making me shiver in fright.

I blinked nervously when he took the dagger close to his mouth, removed its sheath with his teeth and spat it on the floor, the sound of which resonated in the eerily silent room.

“Are you going to strip or not?” He asked in a dangerously low tone. Hair rose at every inch of my skin when my sight fell on thesharpened blade.

In fear, I reclined back, staring intensely into his eyes to grasp the drift of his emotions. But it wasn’t easy because there was so much on his face. It almost seemed blank, making it hard for me to decipher his expressions.

I placed my hand on his chest to calm him down and bring him back to his senses, which I believed he had lost long ago.

“Take your clothes off,” He threatened again, drawing the dagger along the length of my arm. Waves of anxiousness ran down my spine when the cold blade’s pointed edge came into contact with my skin.

I shook my head lightly and lowered my eyes to his jawline, unable to hold his fixed gaze. He moved my hand off his chest with his other hand and pinned both my wrists behind my back in a tight grip. I gasped heavily in terror, and my chest angled against his.

He stepped closer, pressing himself on me, placing his forehead on mine, which had the back of my head bump against the mirror. I felt immobile under his clutches.

As he moved the dagger towards my midriff, my brows furrowed in a frenzy. The chiselled object made me feel things I shouldn't have felt. And the second, he nudged my abdomen with the cold blade, and my gut wavered terribly.

His hold on my wrists hardened behind me, which caused my blouse to feel tighter, suffocating my bosoms, uplifting them sensually.

“Rudra,” I breathed. My breathing turned uneven, and I squeezed my eyes shut as he raked the blade over my skin and moved the tip under the hem of my blouse. I lost all my strength, because I knew a slight movement and my skin would’ve been ripped apart from the way he had me caged under him.

He rammed the blade through the cloth, and I heard the fabric tearing from my front. Suddenly, the blouse wasn't clinging to my skin. I felt goosebumps on my body and opened my eyes.

My face flushed with the heat as his free hand brushed against my collarbones, slowly slipping the sleeves off my shoulders. My entire form was no longer in my control, my lips wobbled, my legs shook, when his fingers trailed down my cleavage at a painfully slow pace.

“Be my strength, Nandani. If you continue to contradict me likethis every time, I swear I'll not be able to do anything. I've done all this so you do not have to live like a commoner. And seeing you in these servants’clothes, you called upon my miseries.” Inching even closer, he looked intensely into my eyes and stated further,

“You are a queen, not because you were born a princess, you're my queen because I won a fucking kingdom for you,” he said.

He moved his hand from my elbow to my bare midriff, deliberately stroking the outline of my breast. I forced my lashes close and steadied myself to ask the biggest nightmare of a question.

“Have you slept with anyone before me?” I asked. He cupped my right bosom with his left hand, and I felt sensations run through my body at full tilt.

“No,” he mumbled. The texture of his palm was rough against my skin; my breast seemed too small in his hand.

“When was the last time you had your release?” I asked in a trembling tone. He inhaled a deep breath, and tears collected in my eyes from his silence. A part of me had a clue, but I didn't want it to be true. He pressed my breast harder, and the sparks from his touch became unbearable for me.

“Aahh…” I moaned loudly, closing my eyes, feeling aroused. He placed a chaste kiss at the back of my ear and I sucked in a deep breath when he caressed my bud with his thumb gently, back and forth. I was feeling hot, yet a thought lingered in the back of my mind.

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