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Iswallowed a nerve-wracking lump in my throat at what he said.

“No,”

I denied, looking down.

“I’m your husband.

Lie down,”

He ordered again.

Heat seeped into every inch of my body at his commanding tone, rushing to my cheeks, making me feel timid.

Never in my wildest dreams had I thought of this.

I did think of doing a few dirty things to him, tying his hands and so on, but this was absolutely out of context.

My fingers trembled when I saw him sitting relaxedly on the chair, like he wasn’t in an eccentric and dirty mood.

“Let's just sleep,”

I felt highly jittery under his scrutinising gaze as I tried to utter, my voice barely audible.

“Lie down,”

he was insistent.

Thus, inhaling a deep breath and finding some courage, I obeyed my husband.

I lay straight on my back, stretching my legs, but my heart was right at the edge of my mouth, all set to jump out anytime.

“Are you going just to sit there?”

I softly asked.

“Hnn-hnn,”

he hummed distractedly, leaning forward, scanning my whole form.

“Take off your bangles,”

He instructed.

The only jewellery I had on was my bangles and toe rings because I wasn’t supposed to take them off.

And so I shook my head.

“I can't,”

I said, looking at my hands, placed on my midriff, since I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes.

“Look at me,”

He said, but I was too flustered, anxious, and eager.

“Please come closer, I’m feeling so embarrassed,”

he said, shaking his head. “No,”

I replied, swallowing and fiddling with my fingers.

“Please, I'll do as you say, just lie down here with me,”

a smirk tugged at his lips as he settled back on the couch, resting his arms on either side.

“I'll sit here and you will do as I say.

So learn it,”

I pursed my lips, taking a deep breath, when he ordered, “Suck your finger,”

“Fi… finger?”

I stammered, gulping unsurely.

His gaze was unfazed, and he mumbled in a low tone, “Yeah, finger, for now.”

His gravelly, deep voice had me flushing.

I slid my finger inside my mouth, wetting it and took it out, turning towards him.

“Close your eyes,”

I squeezed my eyes shut in the bat of an eye.

“Take it between your legs,”

he husked.

I shivered; my whole being felt enticed.

“Are you sure?”

he responded with a soft hum.

I slipped my finger on my folds, swallowing hard.

I could feel his piercing eyes on me.

It made me feel strange and indecisive, so I waited for his next command.

“Now, look at me,”

he stated, and I opened my eyes, tilting my head to the side.

“Brush yourself with your finger,”

I did as he told me.

My breathing turned uneven under his intense gaze on my shuddering form as he looked at me in my most vulnerable state.

“Slowly,”

he demanded, “Play with yourself...

up and down, softly...

with care,”

It began to affect me deeply.

The way I followed his words, dancing on his fingertips, made me feel as though I was at his mercy.

My heart beat escalated as I raked my eyes at his toned chest, his fine abs, and his muscular hands.

And even though I hadn't seen it yet, I could tell how strong and thick his thighs were under his dhoti.

While brushing myself, I suddenly felt a sensation erupt from the pit of my stomach, causing a low, shaky sound to elicit from the back of my throat.

The weight of that feeling felt heavy on my lashes.

I bit back the moan that was about to slip off my mouth and forced my eyes closed.

The noise of my bangles pierced through the silence.

And, whatever it was, it began building stronger inside me, causing my thighs to tremble severely.

I lifted my lashes to look at him.

The fact that he was watching me, doing that to myself, looking at me, feeling the way I was feeling, caused sparks to pass through my spine.

“Please, come closer,”

I pleaded, my tone desperate and low, aroused yet timid.

“Keep doing,”

He rasped.

Suddenly, he stood up from the chair, making my breath hitch.

My hand froze instantly, and I brought my legs closer and gaped at him getting near the bed.

He partly bent over my lying form, weighing on his palms, and I attempted to sit.

But before I could decipher what was happening, he knelt on the floor and dragged me to the edge of the bed by my thighs.

“Rudra,”

I gasped.

I couldn’t do or say anything as he spread his hand across my chest and pushed me back, making me lie on the bed.

I tried to move, but his hand was strong enough to suppress me.

“Ranaji,”

I stuttered, wanting to remind him of his status and that he shouldn't be doing so as a king.

But before I could voice anything out, he pressed his lips over my inner thigh and sucked on the muscle harshly.

“Ahhh…….”

A loud cry escaped my mouth when he bit me there, and I immediately grabbed his head.

My heart raced, and my head fell back on the mattress, making me hold his wrist over my chest.

I knew the way he bit my skin would definitely leave a bruise.

He pulled away from my thighs and looked me in the eye.

I tried to sit, leaning on my elbows to meet his gaze.

My cheeks felt warm, and I shivered with anticipation as sensations ran down my body.

“Ranaji, you shouldn't be doing that,”

I breathed.

However, he took my right hand close to his mouth, beholding my eyes, and put my finger into his mouth.

I went agape.

He tasted me, licking my finger, and I blinked my eyes steadily, feeling my stomach do somersaults.

This man was driving me insane.

Totally.

Never in my wildest fantasies had I thought of this.

Especially him tasting me.

Before our fight, he had never touched me, not even accidentally. And so I never thought he'd taste me like that.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of jitters, which had me part my lips, when he leaned closer to my core.

“Rudra,”

I tried to call him, but he hummed, “Hnn-hmmm,”

breathing on me.

He pressed his lips on top of my cleft, and my brows pinched together like something had happened in my body.

I raked my hand through his hair when he put pressure on my lower lips, making me arch my back in expectation.

My breathing turned ragged, my nipples perked up hard, and goosebumps raised on my skin when he flicked his tongue over my folds.

“Aaahhh….”

I tried not to be too loud, but the way he began lapping on my skin hard, swirling his tongue deep inside, had me whimpering insanely.

The sound of my bangles resonated in the big chamber, and my thighs shook, making me curl my toes as he nipped his teeth on my inner skin.

I hissed, feeling the pleasurable ache, and my hold on his wrist tightened, which had kept me immobile.

He kept licking me, sucking me, making me moan until the last ounce of sanity left me.

My body turned wildly hot, my throat ran dry with all the moaning, and my knees turned limp, feeling ecstatic.

My brain oozed with pure bliss, feeling his lips on my sensitive spot.

I squeezed the bedsheet with the other hand, biting on my lower lip when he delved his tongue way down in me.

“Aaahh… Ru... Rudra,”

I could feel the energy draining from my body.

My stomach stretched with the contractions, and my hair was completely tousled with all the quivering.

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 his thumb 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 know about you?” I asked.

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