Page 86 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

“This is how tight it will feel and this is exactly how you will react, for the whole night,” He whispered near my ear, stirring my desires.

“How would you know?” I asked, taking a shaky breath, and he boasted,“I’m a self-aware man.” He looked at me through the mirror while tying the strings right.

“May I take your skirt off?” He asked, hugging me from behind, and I held his hand over my midriff, saying,“You’ve already seen everything, why ask now?”

My lips trembled at the tickling sensation when he glided his fingers over my waistline to untie my skirt. The lehenga pooled at my feet as he undid the knot, revealing my unclad legs to his eyes, and he lightly traced his fingers across my inner thigh.

“Do you still feel me there?” He asked, and I was reminded of the previous night when he ate me raw. I nodded, and stroking my lower abdomen, he said,

“Tell me whenever that feeling fades away,” I took deep breaths to calm myself and asked,“Why?”

“To make sure you feel me every time you walk, every time you sit, every time you bathe. I want you to feel me all the time, every single day,” he said, passing me a new lehenga. With shivery hands, I took it from him and put it on.

“You won't do anything, yet you want me to feel you. That’s not fair play,” I retorted, tying the knot over my waist.

“I want you to get accustomed to that feeling before I claim you wholly. You’ll need that to bear me throughout the night,” He mumbled in my ear. I swallowed hard, holding his wrist. He was making me feel aroused just by his words.

“Will you do it?” I asked because it seemed like a dream.

“One day, and very badly,” I was tantalized by his deep, rumbling voice, by our quiet surroundings, and our intense discussion, and so I seduced him back.

“What do you want to do with me?” Caressing my waist with his fingers, he replied,

“Everything a husband does to his wife, everything you’ve learnt and everything you haven't, everything you don't know yet, and every dirty thing that exists in this world,” he said, and a thousand butterflies erupted in my stomach.

“Don’t play with me, Rudra, if you will do nothing to me.” He pulled me closer to him, crushing my waist. I could feel the muscles of his firm chest flexing against my back.

“You don't like me teasing you?” he asked with mischief dripping from his soft tone. Casting my eyes low, I exclaimed,“I like it. But you aren't letting me seduce you. You’re playing with me.”

He kissed the side of my jaw, saying,“Good. That's how it should be. So you know who’s in power, my little seductress.” He stifled a smile and folded my hands against my chest; I beamed with pride.

“I am in power because you're losing yourself to me,” I said, and he smiled at my statement.

“I know your game, Nandani. I know what you’re playing at since that night. You made me run head over heels for you,” he said, and I immediately responded,“Because you weren't ready to accept your feelings for me.”

Kissing my shoulder, he said,“I know, and I’m glad you did. Because if not, I would’ve killed every man you’d try to marry,”

And I laughed lightly,“It means you wouldn't have let me marry anyone but you.” Grazing my torso, he said,“Not in this life and not in the next six.” A comfortable silence engulfed us for a few moments.

“Nandani,” breaking the silence, he called me gently, with an intent look and something more—something I couldn't name. I hummed at his call, and he said,“I think I love you.”

A bewildered smile was etched on my face.“You think?” I asked, tilting my head. He nodded,“Yes. I think I have loved you since the moment I first saw you.”

Tears misted over my eyes.“If so, then why did you leave me?”He clenched his jaw,“Because I hate your parents.” I chuckled at his audacity, shaking my head.“I too love you and I hate your Maasi maa,” I said.

He smiled.“Tell me something I don't know, my little death-note,”

I inhaled a shaky breath, closing my eyes and bracing myself,“I didn't sleep with your uncle,”

A sudden void filled the air, dropping the room’s temperature, making my heart throb in my chest.

Composing himself, he turned me around by my shoulder, making me look at him and questioned,“What?”

I gulped hard and said,“I did not sleep with the old king.” The moment I said it out loud, he pushed me against the mirror, clutching my neck loosely, raising my chin to look him in the eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He gritted, looming over me, his chest puffed and gaze piercing through mine.

“I’m saying that I went to his chamber. But with Suman’s help, I spiked his drink and even before he could see me, he fell unconscious,” I stammered anxiously, and his grip firmed around my neck.

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