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She didn’t move and was staring at him with needy glazed eyes. “It wasn’t the medications. That was the real me and I do want you Samrat.”

The look in his eyes was so intense and hungry that she thought he would skip the party and finish what they started. He closed his eyes briefly and turned away in a hurry and walked out of the bedroom.

Soon, she heard the click of the main door closing.

Holy shit that was intense and I can’t wait to finish what we started,were her last thoughts before she blacked out completely.

CHAPTER 11

Samrat groaned in his sleep, caught up in a tormenting dream. Somehow he knew it wasn’t really happening, but he still couldn’t wake up. It was an erotic dream and Mahi was in it. She was laughing at him. She was telling him that no one could escape from her wiles. She lowered her head and bit his nipples hard, arousing him painfully, and then slowly she swirled her tongue in a soothing manner. She was heading downwards, alternately biting and then soothing him.

Growling, he tried to push her away, but suddenly her naked body was on him. And he could feel her breasts crushing softly against him, and her stomach pressed against his painfully aroused body.

“I know what you want and need. Only I can give it to you. No one else. Do you hear me? No. One. Else,” Mahi whispered in his ear.

“Stop. Get away from me,” he begged her hoarsely, but she didn’t listen; only laughed tauntingly.

Soon he gave up the fight, and held her head in his hands, to push it down to where he wanted her mouth.

Samrat woke up with a violent start, breathing hard.

He was sweating badly and he cursed in frustration and desperation, while his body was still painfully aroused.

Whatever happened a few hours ago in Mahi’s bedroom had been a mistake. A mistake he was thinking about most of the night, replaying the images over and over, and wanting it to end in completion.

“What the hell is wrong with me!”

He hated that she could still do this to him. He wanted her badly, like he hadn’t wanted any other woman in his life.

He closed his eyes at that self-admission and felt a crushing guilt remembering his late wife.

Nandini had come into his life when he was twenty six. At that time, his parents had been anxious to get him married and he was just starting to establish his company, and hadn’t cared about whom he would marry. He simply asked his parents to pick a few girls that he could choose from.

His parents found him a twenty one year old girl, who was a family friend’s daughter. They felt that she would be perfect for him, since they wanted someone who would take care of him, and be a good mother to his future children.

Nandini had been all that, and was also beautiful, sweet and caring. And his parents and sister loved and doted on her too.

When they got engaged, he had been too busy running his company and hadn’t spent enough time with her until their wedding.

And like most arranged matches, they hadn’t been intimate or even kissed before their wedding.

Their first intimacy was on their wedding night, at one of the farm houses in his village. It had been very awkward because Nandini thought sex was a dirty immoral thing to do, and the days that followed didn’t get any better. Even though he was always gentle with her, she still couldn’t enjoy their lovemaking. And each time his body felt the physical need, he had to gently coerce her, and she reluctantly complied.

He was travelling a lot during their initial days of marriage, and when he was home, he was busy with phone calls and other things he had to do for his relatively new company. Nandini had never complained and made sure she catered to his needs all the time.

He had often wondered if she was capable of snapping at him, or if she would ever call him out to make him miserable when he did something to displease her.

After a while, he found her sweet shyness somewhat irritating and he recalled one such time.

He was in his office and was talking to someone icily on the phone before hanging up. Nandini had come to call him for dinner. As he stood and walked over to her, he saw her flinch involuntarily.

He caressed her cheek gently, calming her. “I missed you,” he told her and pulled her closer slowly.

He let her feel his need and waited for her to respond. But Nandini didn’t speak or react in anyway.

“Look at me,” he told her quietly, and she obeyed. He stared into her dark brown eyes that were filled with startled innocence, and not dark fire or any sort of passion. “There’s no reason to be uneasy. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

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